Chapter 6: Winter

Two working days later, Julia called me in. I was hoping to enjoy her body again. That wasn’t my destiny today.

Julia said, “Winter Palmer is a 22-year-old widow. Her husband was killed overseas six months ago. She used the insurance to make a large down payment on a condo with us here. She gets a continuing stipend from the military and works part-time as a server at a restaurant. She says she gets great tips. Having seen her chest in her work outfit, I easily believe that.”

She continued, “Winter has had a real time of it. She is on birth control. Please be your normal sweet self with her. That girl needs something good to happen for her. She’s 22 years old and a widow already; damn, that really sucks.”

I asked, “What room is my damsel in distress in?”

She replied, #2067.”

I went to #2067 and rang the doorbell. A short, kind of stout woman opened the door a crack.

She said, “Yes?”

“Winter Palmer? I’m Jackson Reese, the maintenance man.”

I suddenly realized Julia hadn’t given me a pretext to come here.

She said, “Oh yes. Thank you. Please come in.”

At first, I thought she was slightly stumpy, but then I saw she wasn’t heavy; rather, she was quite curvy. She has bleach-blonde hair and green-blue eyes.

She wore a canary-yellow spaghetti-strap top that probably had a shelf bra inside. The poor top needed help holding Winter’s big ta-tas in it.

It came down six inches short of her little red shorts, displaying her soft feminine belly. It made me want to run my hand over it. She has a small ring in her innie belly button.

The showpiece was her shorts. They are so skin-tight that her vulva is graphically defined in detail. She has a camel toe to end all camel toes. The only part of her pussy not outlined is her clitoris.

I said, “Julia asked me to stop by. She said you may need a neutral person to talk to. I am sorry for your loss.”

She delicately took my hand and led me to the couch. She sat down in a way that let me look directly at her top. She had at least six inches of cleavage showing for several moments.

As I took my seat, she sat closer to me and crossed her legs. I could see her vulva defined even more vividly this way. I was now much closer. Seeing her like this was exciting.

Winter smiled at where my eyes were. She had seen me stare down her top, and she saw I was eyeing her vulva.

She took my hand and said, “Sugar, I know why you’re here. Do you want to dance around, or would you like to just fuck? I certainly need it. It’s been a long time for me.

“Ooo boy! There it is. One look at you is enough to melt a man’s heart and stiffen his resolve.”

I said that out loud? Fuck me! She makes me nervous and horny.

She glanced down and said, “That’s a good euphemism, honey. Seeing your “Resolve” makes me tingle a lot. Somebody likes me.”

“Uh-huh.”

She slid over and held her face up for a kiss. My brain fried when I touched her full, damp lips, and she began our kiss. She has the softest, puffiest, sexiest fucking lips I have ever felt. Her tongue went wild in my mouth, going everywhere. Winter knew how to kiss, and she sucked me down a dark hole of hunger for her.

I spaced out and became a kiss-receiving machine. Every sense seemed attuned to my mouth. Her tongue was squirrelly, moving in my mouth like a wild thing. I moaned from the strain in my pants. JJ was bent, and it hurt. My balls were sending ‘emergency-emergency’ signals. They were squished and wanted out to play.

Eventually, she leaned back and paused for a second, and I stood quickly to rearrange my hardware.

Not being the bashful damsel, her hand traced JJ through my pants as she giggled at my turgid state.

She said, “Can I see it?”

I didn’t answer with words; I showed her. After seeing ‘it,’ she could not stop rubbing JJ. She gently cradled my nuts, and oh my God; her hands are fucking magic. I kicked my shoes off and dropped trouw’ as fast as I could.