Chapter 5: Jenifer

The next day, I got a text on my phone from Julia. Jenifer Collins had just volunteered to replace one of the ladies who quit when George had left. Evidently, the ones who left the circle were older ladies. They felt George was in their age bracket and I was too young for them. George was only 13 years older than me.

Jenifer has a squeaky door hinge.

I pushed the doorbell at #5086 and it swung open to a tall lady I had seen in the halls. She’s maybe 5’ 10” and 135 pounds, much of that weight was inside her bra.

I could have sworn she was in her mid-20s and a fine specimen of femininity. A quick look around her main living area revealed that she was fairly wealthy and had nice furnishings.

She showed me the squeaky door and two drops of 3 in 1 oil, fixed the offending hinge again.

She offered me a drink, and I accepted a soda.

We chatted, and she told me her father owned a big realty outfit here in the Tampa - St Pete area with several offices. She’s the CFO and typically works Monday through Friday. Today she was taking a comp day off because the bank had screwed things up last week, so that she got stuck in the office Saturday getting payroll fixed.

Jenifer has a Master’s in Business Administration. ‘Daddies little girl’ took the college track her father wanted her to. Her brothers were interested in something other than what Dad wanted. She will inherit the company someday. Until now, she has no time to cook dinner for someone, or to change diapers.

Ahh ... that’s why she was available on such short notice. If I do right by her, she will be happy with my services for many years. She looks well put together, and I think I might enjoy her.

I gave her the quick and dirty on me. I had two years of college and took classes mainly in the trades. I was not interested in any of the traditional four-year degrees. Mom has money, and I take care of her house, and she is nice to me in return. We are quite comfortable, so I won’t move out. It’s a win-win for both of us.

She said, “So, what do we do now?”

I said, “Normally, the ladies wear something flirty or revealing. When I am working on your problem, you lead me on somewhat so I can seduce you. Normally, I get a little flash of skin to pique my interest. Many of the ladies like the play-acting part.”

She put her cocktail down and shifted her hips closer.

She said, “That’s just not my style; how about I kiss you until I make your head cave in?

I smiled broadly, “That works for me.”

She kissed me for a while and we both played advanced tonsil hockey.

She did that thing women do: They pull an arm through an armhole and unclip their bra. The bra is then pulled through the armhole. Jenifer is suddenly way more comfortable and more interesting. She does incredible things to a soft cotton blouse. The large breasts are all her.

Jenifer has light brown hair, which she’s wearing in a ponytail today. She has some flesh on her body, but not too much. She’s soft enough that I know she lives a comfortable, easy existence. She does not have considerable musculature, soft or plush is what you would call her.

Her eyes have spooky light blue irises, one or two steps away from being white. Oddly, there is a darker blue line around the outside of her irises.

I took the bra removal as an invitation to get to second base by fondling the large boobs, as mentioned earlier.

She pulled up my shirt, so I took it off.

Jenifer exclaimed, “Ohh, look what I have found. You are well put together, Jackson, Julia said you are a hunk.”

I caressed her soft breast. “The feelings are mutual; right back at you, ma’am,” I said as I gave her pretty breast another soft caress.

We continued on, caressing each other and kissing. When Jenifer went so far as to take JJ in hand, I slid a hand up her leg. I continued until I hit pay-dirt and started worrying her pussy slit through her panties until it went from damp to soggy. I determined where Jenifer’s target zone was.