Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, .
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When Jenny McGuire meets Tom Blanton, sparks fly, as the cliche goes. Things progress in a hurry, but there isn't a moment when they don't think it's exactly what they want.
On a particularly warm, sunny Saturday afternoon in July, Tom Blanton met Jenny McGuire at Ingrid and Steve Inhalt's house party. It was a small party with only eighteen invited guests. The excuse was the sixth anniversary of the completion of the renovation of their house. Of course the builders, Tony Blanton, sons Tom and Vinnie were invited, along with their families.
Vinnie begged off, claiming a pre-arranged date with a new girlfriend. Tony and Louise accepted, as did Tom, albeit with no partner. Brant Cardmann, the architect of the renovation, and his wife, Julianna, came as did several of the Inhalt's neighbors.
Ingrid and Steve were popular in the neighborhood since they had supported a fight to stop a strip of condominiums being built along the edge of the ridge below, virtually spoiling the south-west view for the area residents.
George McConnell, Steve's partner in the sailboat 'Matron of the Sea, ' came along as did Jennifer McGuire, Ingrid's friend and interior decorating consultant. Jenny, as everyone called her, was also a "single."
Tom and Jenny were introduced by Ingrid, who in very unsubtle fashion made sure each knew the other was unattached. The two chuckled politely at Ingrid's transparency, but weren't uncomfortable. Jenny had seen Tom around the village, and knew that he was the heir-apparent to his father's successful construction and renovation business.
Tom had seen Jenny at the New Classics furniture store where she worked. She had sold some new living room and bedroom pieces to Tom's parents over the past few years. While Tom had also purchased items at the store, he had been looked after by another of the sales consultants.
The two chatted politely for a few minutes and then circulated among the other guests for the next hour or so. When the food was brought out, they both sought out a chair, and as luck would have it, they found themselves sitting beside each other.
Jenny McGuire was a twenty-nine-year-old divorcee from an early marriage. She was five foot six inches tall and a nicely sculptured one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She had dark brown hair cut above the shoulder and simply styled. Her complexion showed a light tan on her face and arms, highlighting her most remarkable feature; her dark brown, almost black, eyes. She was attractive without being beautiful. Pretty was the word most people used to describe her.
Jenny had an eight year old daughter, Nicole, from her brief marriage. They lived in a rented house on the eastern edge of the village. She began working at the furniture store before she was married, and had risen from "gopher" status through the ranks to senior consultant. The product of her efforts was her ability to command a nice salary plus commissions.
There was talk at the store that she might begin accompanying Norman McDonald on buying trips with an eye to eventually becoming the principle buyer. The owner was in his early 60's and was finding the travel and pressure of the business to be increasingly demanding. Jenny loved the work and loved the McDonald family and it showed. Her customers remarked on her knowledge and good taste.
Jenny had everything except a man to share her life with. She had dated and even slept with a few men, but most of them didn't want her ready-made family, and the others were not her type. She had married young, and lived to regret her haste.
The only true love of her life at present was her daughter, Nikki. Her nickname was the only remaining souvenir of her ex-husband, who had coined it virtually at birth. Her ex was long gone and out of her life, thankfully. His dubious past had probably caught up with him, and Jenny really didn't want to know his whereabouts.
Tom Blanton, eldest of the two sons of Tony and Louise Blanton, was 28, a bachelor and undoubtedly the future of T. Blanton and Sons, Builders and Renovators. He was a graduate of BCIT with a Construction Technology Certificate. He had been working with his father since he was fourteen years old and had been a studious and helpful son.
He was five foot ten inches tall and powerfully built. At 190 pounds, his chest, arms and legs showed the effects of years of physical labor. With his short cropped blonde hair and seemingly all-year-around tan, he was an impressive figure. His father was particularly proud of him as he brought new ideas and technical changes smoothly into the business.
At first, his father had resisted the changes, sure of the tried and true methods he had carried with him for over four decades. But as the building codes changed, the materials evolved, and the procedures and regulations moved on into the twenty-first century, he knew that his son was the only one capable of keeping up.
Each day Tom became more the business leader. After getting over the shock of being surpassed by his son, Tony took great pride in his Tom's abilities. Their business had never been better or stronger. They had more work offered than they could accept. Many evenings, the family would gather and talk about whether to expand and become a larger concern, or stay a family business.
Vincent, the younger brother, was all for expansion. He saw it as a way to make the business a more desirable acquisition by a larger firm. Tom surprised his father by suggesting that their current size would bring them all the income, security, and satisfaction they could wish for, and consistently voted against expansion.
Tony was torn between the two options, but in his heart he was more comfortable with their size as it was. Louise, who also had a vote, abstained because she did not want her two sons to feel she was choosing sides. Secretly, she knew Tom was right. They had a good life and wanted for nothing ... with the exception of a wife for each of her boys; not to mention grandchildren.
As they sat side-by-side on the crescent shaped patio, Jenny and Tom found conversation easy and were comfortable in each other's presence. Tom asked Jenny about her business, and was interested in how she had progressed over the years. She told him of her failed marriage and her daughter, and how she was saving to buy the home they were currently renting from the elderly owners.
She worried that they would pass away before she would be able to afford the purchase, and that would mean moving. She didn't want to have to uproot Nikki and move to a new area. It would mean new schools and new friends for Nikki, and likely a long commute for her.
"Do you date?" Tom asked out of the blue.
"Not lately," she sighed. "I haven't met anyone that I wanted to go out with. When I do and they learn about Nikki, well, that usually turns them off."
"That's a shame," Tom said sympathetically. "Guys can be really selfish that way."
"How do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, they're thinking of themselves, what they want out of a relationship. As soon as there's an obstacle or something, it's easier to bail out."
"Are you speaking from experience?" Jenny asked carefully.
"No, no, not at all. But I know the type," he said quickly.
"And you're not one of them?"
"You don't sound convinced." He grinned as he gazed at her.
Jenny smiled. She enjoyed trying to keep Tom off balance for a bit. As she watched him, she was aware of his very male presence. As yet, there was no sign of a macho display. He was different.
Tom was turning more frequently to look at Jenny. She was very attractive, and obviously both a successful career woman and single mother. His clumsy stab at the dating question wasn't rebuffed, and he was looking for a way back to learn more about her personal life.
"You're an eligible bachelor, Tom. How is it that you aren't married?" Jenny asked.
"Whap! Right in the kisser," he laughed. "I guess I deserved that."
"Well, I wasn't very subtle when I asked you about dating, was I."
"No harm done, then?" she questioned.
"No harm done."
The food and drink continued to flow, but as the afternoon turned to evening, the party began to dwindle. By six, only half the guests were still there and Tom couldn't remember when his folks left.
Jenny and Tom had been absorbed in their own world. They talked about their lives and their hopes for the future. They compared the things they had in common and found there were many. They had risen to help themselves to some food and drink or to use the washroom, but otherwise they had been oblivious to the people around them.
None of this escaped the notice of Ingrid.
"Do I win the bet, then?" Ingrid turned to Steve.
"Hmmm, maybe. I suppose so," he conceded.
"I knew they were right for each other. You wait and see. They are going to be a couple, mark my words," she said confidently.
"I bow to your superior insight on human relations," Steve conceded.
"As well you should," was the cheeky response.
They were talking quietly so as not to be overheard. The four of them were the only people left on the patio. It was eight o'clock and the sun was about to drop below the mountain behind them. There were no insects to bother them and the giant granite boulder in front of the house was radiating the heat it had absorbed during the warm summer day.
In the past two hours, Tom and Jenny were touching on occasion. Tom had moved his chair to an angle facing her as they talked. Ingrid reached over to Steve's lounge chair and took his hand in hers.
"Do you remember those days, lover?" she asked quietly.
"As if they were yesterday. I still commemorate them, and all the ones to come in the future," he said, raising her hand to kiss it.
"Do you think they would miss us if we went somewhere for a while?"
"I don't think so. They haven't noticed anything or anyone else for the last couple of hours. What have you got in mind?"
"Watching them has me remembering our early days. It makes me horny," she said, nudging his shoulder.
"Is there a cure for that?" he asked, smirking.
"Yeah, come with me big boy."
"What about our guests?"
"Are you suggesting they join us, or just that we boot them out?" she laughed.
"Maybe they'll be still here in a couple of hours."
She stood up and took his hand and they quietly opened the far screen door and went into the house. Neither Tom nor Jenny noticed.
It was almost completely dark when Tom looked around and realized they were alone on the patio.
"Oops! Looks like our hosts are giving us a hint," he said.
"Maybe they're doing the dishes," Jenny suggested. "We should help."
They rose together, Tom unexpectedly taking Jenny's hand as they walked to the screen door nearest the kitchen area. There was no sign of the Inhalts, or in the great room either. Jenny's eyes widened and she put a finger to her mouth to indicate silence and still holding his hand, led him down the hallway toward the master bedroom.
A low light came through the bottom of the door and sounds were audible from within. Jenny covered her mouth and Tom leaned forward to listen to the unmistakable sounds of lovers in the throes of passion. They looked at each other and tip-toed back up the hall and quietly left the house by the great room screen door. As they cleared the side of the house and walked out into the driveway they both burst out in the laughter they had suppressed.
"Looks like they're a bit busy right now," she giggled.
They walked hand in hand toward their vehicles, conveniently parked within a few yards of each other.
"I'll phone them tomorrow and apologize for leaving without saying thank you," Jenny offered.
"It's early yet, Jenny." Tom was still holding her hand. "Why don't we go down to the seawall for a walk? We've been sitting all afternoon and it's a beautiful night."
Jenny hesitated, but only briefly.
"That would be nice," she smiled.
"Let's meet at Lawson Park."
"Sure, see you there," she said brightly.
Jenny was almost trembling as she unlocked her car door and slid into the small sedan. Tom had been a surprise. His physical presence belied a gentle, thoughtful man as they talked throughout the afternoon and early evening. She was not just comfortable with him, but stimulated as well. There was a chemistry that she couldn't define, but she could not recall ever feeling quite this way about any man before him.
She wondered what he might be thinking. He was attentive, a good listener, and it was he who suggested that they extend the evening. He had asked a lot of questions about Nikki, as well as her plan to purchase the house she currently rented.
They talked about past relationships. She learned he had dated infrequently, and yet to find someone he would "take home to mother," as he put it. She had not dated in over a year and had become very selective about any man she would date. They may have talked about their pasts, but both were thinking about a possible future. She started her car and drove down the road toward the village and the seawall.
Tom walked slowly to his truck and pushed the remote lock tab. He was trying to analyze his feelings as he thought about this afternoon. Jenny was a lovely woman, very feminine, but strong in many ways. She had a daughter she loved dearly, a successful career, and a determination to succeed in her personal life. He couldn't recall being attracted to a woman quite as strongly as he was to her.
He had dated more beautiful and voluptuous women, but none who beguiled and intrigued him nearly as much as Jenny McGuire. As he searched for the word that best defined her to him, genuine seemed right. And those eyes! What dark passion lay behind them? Her sense of humour was evident more than once, but no more so than their stealthy trip down the hall to listen at Ingrid and Steve's bedroom door.
He climbed into the truck and closed the door, but sat there for a few moments. She had affected him more than he realized. His invitation to walk the seawall was a last-second attempt to have the evening continue. He was pleased when she agreed. He started the truck and drove off toward the park.
Jenny was standing beside her car, waiting for him to arrive. He parked, climbed down from the big cab, and walked over to Jenny, holding out his hand to her. She took it, looking in his eyes as they met. No words were exchanged as they walked down the concrete steps to the seawall and headed east toward the rising moon.
Tom realized he was tense with anticipation. Jenny was lovely and he was excited to be with her here in the moonlight. Her scent was so feminine and intoxicating. He could feel his abdomen tingle, almost vibrating as he walked silently with her.
He wanted to say something, but didn't know what it should be, and didn't want to spoil the moment. Almost in a state of confusion, he stopped, turned toward her, leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.
As Jenny walked with Tom from the parking lot to the seawall, she too was perplexed, wondering what to do or say. Better to remain silent, she decided.
They had walked hand-in-hand for a while when Tom stopped, turned toward her, looking deeply into her eyes, drew her to him, and kissed her. It was a gentle, sweet kiss. She was caught off-guard for a moment, and then realized what a special moment it had been. Spontaneous, quiet, and warm.
She raised her arms and wrapped them around his powerful shoulders and kissed him back with the beginnings of passion. When the kiss ended and Tom had recovered from his surprise, he put his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her to him. He kissed her more forcefully, his mouth slightly open and his tongue beginning to probe hers. She responded and they stood locked together for an unknown period. It was a moment of discovery for both of them, a realization that something extraordinary had happened that afternoon.
When the kiss ended, Tom and Jenny looked at each other with unspoken surprise. Tom pulled her back to him and held her closely to him, her head on his shoulder. They hadn't spoken a word since they had arrived at the park. Neither of them wanted to alter the spell that had been cast over them.
Finally, Tom took the chance.
"Something special happened to me today," he said quietly.
"Hmmm," was all he heard in reply.
They were silent again for a few moments. Tom was afraid her non-answer was a signal that she didn't feel the same.
"What time is it Tom?" she asked softly.
Tom pushed the light button on his watch. "It's just after ten."
"I need to go home and look after the babysitter," she said
"Of course." He was a bit dispirited. Was this the end of their day?
"Why don't you follow me? It's not far from here. We can have coffee, or a drink, or ... something," she looked longingly at him.
Tom's heart raced. It wasn't over.
"Yes, I'll follow you," he agreed.
They walked back to their vehicles quietly, their arms around each other.
Tom pulled into Jenny's driveway and parked. She was waiting for him on the steps to the front door. She turned and put her key in and opened the door as he arrived on the top step.
Audra, her babysitter, was standing by the living room couch, waiting for her.
"Everything OK, Audra?" Jenny whispered.
"Yes, fine Mrs. McGuire," Audra answered in a stage whisper. "Nikki went to bed just after nine and I haven't heard a sound from her."
"That's good, thanks Audra."
Jenny fished in her purse and produced a couple of bills and gave them to the young girl.
"Thanks again, Audra. I know it's been a long day for you."
"We had fun. Nikki's a great kid. She kept asking what you were doing at the party."
"Oh, excuse me, this is Mr. Blanton, a friend," Jenny explained, turning to Tom.
"Hi Mr. Blanton, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Audra."
With the introductions over, Jenny showed Audra to the door and again wished her goodnight. She closed the door, locked it and turned back to Tom who had remained standing in the middle of the room. She walked shyly towards him and they looked at each other for a moment.
Tom reached out to her and gathered her into his arms. Jenny's head was on his shoulder and her mind was racing. He turned his head and kissed her cheek softly and stroked her back with his large, rough hands. She turned towards him and they kissed, at first gently, and then with increasing forcefulness, each responding to the others rising passion.
They broke after a long embrace. Not a word had been said. Jenny took Tom's hand and led him down the hallway. Her bedroom was at the end of the hallway and when they entered, she closed the door behind them. A small lamp on a night table was the only light in the room and Tom once again brought her into his arms and kissed her.
"I want to make love to you, Jenny," he whispered.
"I know, I want you too Tom," she softly replied.
Tom slowly began pulling her cotton top out of her waistband and then lifted the pale yellow garment over her head. Jenny reached for his belt and undid it and then the top button on his shorts. When she lowered the zipper, they fell to his feet. She felt the prominent bulge in his jockey shorts and realized he was a big man there as well. She looked up at him nervously, her hand almost involuntarily holding his erect manhood and feeling its hardness.
"Don't be afraid, Jenny. I would never hurt you," he said quietly.
"I've never ... I mean ... it's so ... thick," she replied nervously.
"Jenny, I don't have a condom. I'm sorry, I didn't think ... I don't carry them with me," he suddenly blurted out with a concerned look.
"It's OK, I have some. Do you need one?"
"I was thinking of you ... just thinking a little late I guess," he said frowning.
"I don't need one if you don't, Tom. I want you just as you are, nothing artificial, please?"
He held her and kissed her again, his smile having returned. He thought to himself how lucky he was to have found this lovely woman.
Tom reached behind her back and unhooked her brassiere. She hunched her shoulders forward and the straps fell, followed by the brassiere. His big hands covered her modest breasts easily and she could feel the rough surface of his fingers and thumbs. His palms were smooth, however, as he massaged her breasts gently.
Jenny pushed her hands up underneath his polo shirt and helped him remove it, then undid the button on her shorts. Tom found the zipper and slowly lowered it. Her snug fitting shorts clung to her hips and thighs and he slowly pushed them down until they too fell at her feet. Jenny stepped out of her sandals and then her shorts and stood before him in her white cotton panties. Tom kicked off his sandals and in one motion, picked up Jenny in his arms and laid her gently on the bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed and bent to kiss her. Everything seemed to be in slow motion for them. He was conscious of not rushing and ruining this perfect moment. He rose and picked the small lamp off the night table and placed on the floor further away from the bed. He draped his pale blue shirt over the lamp shade creating a softer low light.
"I don't want to make love in the dark," he said quietly when he had returned to her side.
"You are a very beautiful woman and I want to see your face and your eyes and know how you feel when I am inside you."
He slowly removed his shorts and sat on the edge of the bed again. Jenny was slightly intimidated by the size of his erection.
"I don't want to rush this, Jenny. I'm as nervous as a teenager with his first girl. I'll try to make this last as long as I can."
"I know. I understand. There's no rush. But I want you, Tom. I want you now," she pleaded.
He brought his hands to the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Jenny raised her hips and then her legs to help him as he slid them over her feet. He began kissing her lips and then, her neck and shoulders. He took her right breast in his mouth and she responded to the feel of his tongue on her nipple. The tip of his tongue circled the areola and then returned to her nipple. He moved to the other breast and repeated his caresses.
Soon, he moved to her abdomen, his tongue circling around and then inside her navel. Jenny was experiencing a myriad of sensations. She wondered if she had too much to drink except that she knew she hadn't. The excitement of what was to come created the electricity she felt within.
Tom rose from beside her and placed his hands on Jenny's knees, slowly pushing them apart. He climbed on the bed between her legs, and his kissing resumed on the inside of her thighs. He worked his way slowly towards her delta, kissing first one side and then the other.
Jenny had let her head fall on the pillow and was holding on to the low headboard with both hands. Her eyes were closed, and she shivered as Tom's kisses worked their way over her body. She wasn't ready when his tongue made brief contact with her sex. She jumped at the contact and tensed, waiting for what might come next.
Tom began a slow, bottom to top gliding with his tongue on her swollen labia, and she started to shake in anticipation. His fingers moved toward her center and gently pulled her lips apart. His tongue entered her, carefully avoiding her clitoris. Jenny arched her back in response to the erotic pleasure she was experiencing. Her buttocks were lifting off the bed, pushing her into Tom's hungry mouth.
When he moved to her clitoris, he began to massage the tiny bud. Her pussy was awash in her excitement. Jenny was thrashing her head back and forth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her hands left the headboard and grabbed the back of Tom's head, pulling him into her with force.
"Ohhhh, Tom ... please ... now please... ," she moaned.
Tom's head rose from his position between her legs. His hands grasped her hips and with almost no effort, he pulled her down the bed toward him. He took is rigid cock and began to slowly stroke its head up and down her opening, lubricating it before he slipped inside her welcoming embrace. The sensation for both of them was electric.
Tom began to push gently into Jenny slowly and yet insistently, using his hand to guide his rigid cock. He could now feel a lessening of the tightness in her vagina. Jenny had raised her knees and spread them as wide as she could to welcome him into her. His thickness was greater than she had experienced before, but his care and concern for her comfort helped reassure her.
Slowly, she was able to feel him moving further and further inside. He pushed and then withdrew, pushed a little more, then withdrew a little less. Soon, he was fully engorged in her, and he began a slow, small movement out and then into her. Jenny was now consumed by his presence inside her, and her craving took over as she began to push back rhythmically in time with his movements.
"Oh god that feels wonderful. Give me everything," she pleaded.
Tom began to increase the length of his stroke and Jenny immediately responded. She arched her back toward him, clasping his hips and pulling him into her as hard as she could.
"Ohhh, god ... ahhhh ... yesssss," she moaned.
Her orgasm had come quickly. She felt the sensation rip through her as she went rigid in her climax.
Tom had stopped moving as Jenny had orgasmed, waiting for her body to relax before resuming. As she sank to the bed, he sought her clit with his thumb. When he felt the little bud, he began to gently pinch it between his thumb and forefinger. It took only seconds before Jenny rushed toward her second orgasm.
"Oh god, Tom, what are you doing to me? Oh, no ... oh, oh ... don't stop!" she pleaded.
She was writhing in all directions as she was overcome again with excruciating spasms of pleasure.
Tom maintained his light pinching of her clit while he began to stroke into her again.
"Are you alright, Jenny?" he whispered in her ear.
"Oh," she gasped, wide-eyed. "Yes! Yes!"
She was panting with the stress of her orgasms and her own desire to match Tom's powerful thrusts into her.
"Tom, oh Tom! I can't believe how lovely you feel inside me. I wish I could keep you inside me forever."
Tom smiled as he looked into her eyes.
"Well, that might be a little difficult, but I'll do my best."
He pushed himself up with his arms and brought his knees up under Jenny's thighs. He remained in her, but only just. He picked her up by the hips and pulled her toward him. As he did so, he pushed his full length into her.
"Ahhhhh ... Uhhhh!" Jenny cried.
"I'm sorry, Jenny, I didn't mean to hurt you," he said quickly with a worried look.
"It didn't hurt. I just surprised me. Can you feel me squeezing you?" she asked.
"Yes, it feels wonderful, but I may finish soon if you keep it up," he warned.
"Well, perhaps you could use a little rest and then I could help you start again," she said shyly. "I want to make you come the way you made me come."
"How can I refuse an offer like that?"
He began stroking more forcefully and quickly, holding her thighs in his kneeling position and bending his body forward. He was able to feel Jenny using her internal muscles to tighten her grip on him randomly as he built his momentum. He knew he wouldn't be able to sustain this much longer as he could feel the swelling of his cock and the pressure in his scrotum.
"Ahhhhh ... ahhhh ... ahh ... ahh!" he cried out as his head snapped back and he froze in place.
He remained in that position for several seconds before his head fell forward. His breath whooshed out of him, and he slipped off Jenny to the side. He looked at her and smiled as she stroked his chest with her hand. She leaned across and they kissed deeply.
"One good deed deserves another," she said smiling, "but I don't know what I'm going to do about your two good deeds."
"Oh ... I don't think you need any help. You're doing just fine," he said as he regained his breath.
They were quiet for a while, basking in the glow of their lovemaking and exchanging caresses and kisses.
"Jenny, what happened tonight?" he asked seriously as he turned toward her. "How did this all happen so quickly?"
"I don't know. I never do this ... I don't know."
She was as mystified as Tom at how this day had evolved.
"That makes two of us," he said quickly. "So, since neither of us do "one-night-stands," what happened?"
"Magic, I guess," Jenny replied. She turned toward him and was stroking his chest and looking at him with her dark, unblinking eyes.
"I can believe that," he said quietly. "You are magic, you know. I think you cast a spell on me, or put something in the food we were eating at Steve and Ingrid's. In fact, that makes sense," he continued. "Look what happened to them. Overcome with passion! Unable to restrain themselves. Oh, the poor souls," he mocked.
"Heh, heh, the powers of a woman possessed," she laughed. "You've been bewitched, but that doesn't explain what happened to me," she chided.
"You're taking this all very lightly Ms. McGuire," he teased. "I'm beginning to think you're a wanton woman and just out for a good time."
"Damn, you've found me out," she pouted.
They lay silent for a while, gazing at each other while their hands explored.
"I've never been with a man who is as strong as you, Tom. I feel like I'm a toy when I'm in your hands, but you're so gentle at the same time," she said in wonder.
"I learned a long time ago that it can frighten people and I have to be very careful not to use that strength carelessly. I can't let myself be overcome by emotion or passion and forget. I'm very afraid of hurting someone, especially you," he confessed.
"I never felt threatened, Tom. You were so considerate and loving. It was wonderful. I could feel your power. It was tremendously sexy, but I always felt you were in control of your emotions. I almost wanted you to show me that strength, to be a bit reckless with me. It was a very arousing thought."
"Well, it's a very arousing thought for me too," he said looking down as his erection began to return.
Jenny reached across and held his growing cock, slowly stroking it. It was soon rigid again.
"You've got me ready to take you for a big ride. Mount up when you're ready," he said smiling.
She lifted her leg over him and he rolled onto his back. She sat astride him with her hands on his chest. He could feel the wetness of her pubic hair and the seepage from her pussy. She was very ready for him again.
Jenny lifted herself up on her knees and grasped his swollen member in her hand. She held him and began to slowly and rhythmically run the glans against the lips of her center. It was quickly lubricated with both their fluids. Hastily, she parted her nether lips and began to lower herself onto him. As they had in the beginning, she made little downward motions to begin her penetration and gradually, pushed herself deeper and deeper onto him.
Her eyes were closed and her head lolled back and forth as she surrendered to the erotic waves passing through her. She began to ride and ride and ride. Up and down, the only sounds were the liquid squishing sounds of their union, and her grunts of passion.
She rode steadily for a while, but then Tom could feel her movements become irregular as she propelled herself toward her orgasm. Her motion became random and she swayed from side to side as her bouncing action become more rapid. Her breathing accelerated and soon her hands were placed firmly on Tom's chest and her head slumped forward between her arms as her moment approached.
"Oh, Tom, here it comes again. I'm going to fall off this horse, lover. I'm going to fall off ... Ohhhh ... mmmphhhh ... mmm ... hahuuuh!"
Tom caught her and held her as she began to slip to one side. Her hips continued to pump on his heavy shaft and her eyes remained closed as she was sucked into her orgasm. Her arms collapsed and she fell into his as her body jerked in spasms as she surrendered to the ultimate pleasure.
She lay still on Tom's chest for what seemed like a long time. As she began to recover, her eyes fluttered open and her breathing became more regular. She moved her arms from underneath her and upward, running her fingers through Tom's hair. She raised her head and looked into his eyes.
She pulled herself up his beautiful, tanned body and began to kiss him. At first tentatively, then with more force and passion. It was as if she was trying to consume him. She could feel Tom's rigid member still inside her, but only just. She placed her hands on his chest again and remounted herself.
Tom started to giggle a childish, 'little boy' giggle as he watched her try and coordinate herself. He grasped her lovely butt cheeks with both hands and pushed her onto him in one strong shove. Her head snapped back and she let out a cry, not of pain, but of surprise and pleasure.
"Oh yes. More please. Drive it in me, Tommy boy. Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me hard, now!" she commanded.
Tom was momentarily taken aback with her language. He hadn't imagined she would know or use such words. But she was in another world right now, and he guessed she was lost in this strange, sexual landscape. In one powerful movement, he turned her on her back and mounted her, driving his cock deeply into her. She gasped at his powerful invasion and her eyes opened, focused on his face.
He wore a grin, but a serious look in his eyes as he began to thrust deeply and rapidly into her. They were destined for a final explosive finish and they were in a hurry to get there. Jenny's orgasm came first and it was the classic flashing lights and blaring horns orgasm that every woman dreams of. Again, she went rigid in her climax but this time Tom did not pause in his relentless charge toward his own finish.
They made loud, animal-like sounds as they surrendered to their passions. Sweat poured off Tom's forehead and dripped on Jenny's face. She didn't notice. As she came down from her moment of extreme pleasure, Tom stiffened in her arms and began to grunt and groan as he completed his moment, spurting into her once again.
Mercifully, he collapsed to her side and breathing hard, opened his eyes to look at Jenny. He pulled her too him and held her tightly. He kissed her cheeks and nose and tasted the salt of his own sweat as it trickled off his forehead. Finally, he released her and rolled onto his back.
She crawled over to him and laid her head on his chest. She reached for his now shrinking cock and held it gently in her hand. She couldn't remember ever being more satisfied and spent. Tom was both a powerful lover, as well as a thoughtful and gentle one. They lay together for several minutes. Tom rolled over and looked at the clock on the night table. Twelve thirty. He turned back to Jenny.
"When can I see you again?" he asked quietly.
"Why don't you come for brunch in the morning? You can meet Nikki then," she said smiling.
"I'd love that. What time?"
"How about ten?" she suggested.
"Mind if I come early?"
"You didn't come early tonight," she kidded.
"I was inspired by the lady," he said seriously.
He leaned over and kissed her lightly.
"Time for me to go. You can get some sleep and I can have my erotic dreams."
Slowly he sat up and began looking around for his clothes. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight.
"Don't go. Not yet. I want you again, Tom," she pleaded.
He twisted around and looked down at her. "I'm sorry, Jenny. I don't think I can manage another. I don't think I can get it up for you."
"Why don't you let me help?" she said slyly. "Just come over here and let me look after you and we'll see what happens, OK?"
"OK, Jen, you're in charge," he said happily as he fell back on the pillow.
He had been stroking her breasts, but soon she had slid down out of reach and her face was hovering over his now flaccid member. She looked at it curiously and poked and pushed it with her finger for a moment. Then she took it gently in both hands and lowered her head to his abdomen and lightly kissed his glans. Her tongue slowly began to lick the still wet organ. She could taste the combined fluids from their bodies and was surprised at its blandness.
Soon, she could begin to feel a change in the soft muscle, and continued to lick the underside slowly from base to tip.
Tom began to react to her tantalizing torture. He had propped himself up with his arms locked and his hands behind him so that he could watch her. She looked up at him without taking her tongue off him, and he saw a smile in her eyes. Then, without any warning, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck it.
Tom's member continued to grow and he was well on its way to a full erection. Jenny continued sucking for a minute and then started to take more of him into her mouth. His thickness made it difficult for her, but she had now restored life to what he thought to be dead. Her head bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked on him. Tom was fully erect and ready for her once again. He placed his hands on each side of her head and pulled her toward him. She smiled and crawled up his body and kissed him aggressively.
Tom responded, oblivious to the unusual taste of their kiss. She was almost out of control and obviously seeking aggressive satisfaction from him. He reached down and slid a finger into her, stroking it in and out firmly against her pubic bone and clit. She began to squirm and her breath came in pants.
She was well lubricated and her body was dancing on his as she tried to rub her breasts and pelvis into him. He roughly pushed her off and rolled her over, spreading her legs and drawing her knees up under his armpits. He held his now rigid member against her wet and willing vagina, and pushed forcefully into her.
Jenny gasped at first as she felt the large head of his cock push against her. She reached down and grasped his hand and pulled him toward her. He was entering her more quickly and powerfully than he had before and she was encouraging him. She pulled the hand holding his erection away, and drove her pelvis toward him, attempting to impale herself upon him.
Tom was grateful that he had already had two orgasms. At least he wouldn't be so quick to explode with her aggressive sexual demands. She had become a different woman from the gentle one of a few minutes ago. Whatever had set her off was potent, and she had become very aggressive.
He responded to her demands with long, heavy strokes, driving himself into her as far as he could. She was calling out now, in some incomprehensible language. Her head thrashed from side to side and her eyes were open but unfocused. She was lost again in search of pure sexual gratification and nothing else would satisfy her.
Tom continued to stroke rapidly, lifting himself up to drag the top of his member against her clitoris. He wanted to give her the maximum pleasure possible in this frenetic coupling.
Jenny began her orgasmic ritual, stiffening and arching her back, her eyes wide and mouth open, gasping for air.
"Awwwhhhhgggg ... ahhhh ... Uhhhh!" she cried loudly.
Tom was seconds away from his finish as well, and continued to pump into her at an even more ferocious rate. Jenny began to whimper and make keening sounds as the finish came near. Tom's eyes were closed and his head lowered as he slowed his piston like motions into her.
Jenny had collapsed on the bed and was holding Tom's hips as he continued to drive into her. Their sounds merged as Tom reached his climax and groaned his finish. Once again, he slipped out of her and rolled off to her side. They lay in each other's arms for several minutes as their breathing returned to normal.
Tom didn't know what to think. Tonight had been a bizarre experience. Who was this woman? One moment she is the lovely, demure mother of an eight-year-old and the next, she is a sexual tiger, complete with foul language and wanton skills. He was fascinated and drawn inexorably to her. She thrilled him with her aggressive sexual exploits and calmed him with her gentle hands and loving kisses. She had captured him, but which "she" was the captor.
"I'm going to make sure this isn't a one night stand, you know," she said confidently.
"I'm going to help you make sure," he replied, smiling at her.
"I'll be here tomorrow morning for your brunch. I just may decide not to leave," he continued with an arched eyebrow look.
"You'd better be careful, Mr. Blanton. I may be one of those women who stalk men. Remember 'Basic Instinct?'" she threatened in a mock-serious tone.
"I'll make sure to give you my personal cell phone number so you can find me anywhere," he teased.
"Make sure you do. I always want know where my lover is. I get a kick out of telling him what I'm going to do to him the next time I see him," she chortled in a sinister tone.
"It must be hard to be a sex-starved stalker when you have a little girl to raise," he laughed.
"It's terrible. I have a hard time keeping a straight face or a menacing voice."
"Don't bother on my account," he said softly. "You call, and I'll come running."
He reached over and cradled her head in his hand, pulled her gently toward him and kissed her softly.
"And now it really is time for me to go, Jen. But, I'll be here by ten this morning, you can count on that."
"Hmmmm. I am counting on it."
They held each other for a few moments more before Tom rose and swung his legs over the side of her bed. Jenny watched him dress, admiring his tanned, muscular back, shoulders and arms. She had never been attracted to the steroid enhanced body builders, but she found Tom's muscular physique immensely sexy.
Tom finished dressing and leaned down to kiss her.
"Good night, Jen. See you soon."
He stood and walked quietly to the bedroom door and let himself out. Jenny watched him go and sighed. She felt more fulfilled than she had in many years.
"Is he the one?" she wondered to herself.
She rose, put on her robe, and walked to the living room. She locked the front door, and went to the front curtains, parting them slightly in time to watch Tom drive slowly up the street. She turned out the lights in the living room and kitchen, and padded back to her bedroom. She slipped off her robe and slid between the sheets, still naked. She wondered if she would sleep, but that was her last conscious thought.
Tom slowly drove the short distance to his home. He could have walked home from Jenny's house, but thought better of it at this hour in the early morning. He tried to make sense of the events of the last half day, and the turmoil of emotion roiling inside him.
He was excited, captivated, aroused, intimidated, surprised, confused, and definitely destabilized. It had happened so fast he couldn't tell what he was really feeling, except that he couldn't wait to see her and be with her again.
"It won't be that long," he thought, as he pulled into his driveway.
He unlocked the front door and closed it behind him. A brief trip to the bathroom, a wash and a tooth brushing. He moved to the bedroom, peeling his clothes off as he went to his unmade bed. Flopping on it, he pulled a sheet up to his chest and within seconds, was fast asleep.