Chapter 5

Jenny wore another new outfit on Monday. It was a pleated skirt with a white ruffled blouse. She also had on a pair of 4-inch high-heels. They hurt her feet but they made her legs look great. Under her skirt she was wearing a pair of pale pink thigh-high nylons with a fancy lace top... no more pantyhose for her. She had also chosen a pair of her thong panties. As the sales lady had said, they were very comfortable... and sexy. The cotton gusset seemed to caress her perpetually swollen lips.

It was around 2 P.M. when Jenny finally got a break. She picked up the package she had on her desk and headed to the mailroom. All the men looked up when she entered the male dominated mail center in the basement of her building. She could see their eyes appraising her as she looked around the room for Tim. She saw him bent over a mail machine with a screwdriver in his hand. Her heart did a little flutter as she stared at the handsome boy's trim butt in his tight jeans. He was over six feet tall with broad shoulders and sandy blonde hair and he looked like a ladies man. However Jenny knew that he was quite shy. He was far too handsome to be so shy though.

"Hi Tim," she said as she walked through the mail carts to where he was working.

Tim jumped and he spun around at the sound of her voice. His eyes opened in surprise when he saw Jenny standing there with her package.

"Hi," he responded with a big smile. Then his face turned bright red as he looked around and saw all the guys staring.

"I need to get this package out today and knew that you could do it for me," Jenny lied. The package didn't need to get out that day but it was her excuse for being there.

"Uh... sure," Tim answered.

"Thanks," Jenny said as she handed him the package. She started to leave but then stopped. "Are you going to be at happy hour tonight?"

"You mean at Jimmy's Sports Bar?"

"Yes."

"Sure, we go every Monday night. Me and a couple of my buddies always go on Monday night... dollar drafts you know and they have the great big screens for Monday night football." His face lit up with almost a childish glee at the mention of football.

Jenny already knew that he went to the local watering hole on Monday nights. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Uh... yeah... uh no... I mean that would be great," Tim said and blushed again as he felt the eyes of his fellow worker on him.

"Okay, see you there," Jenny said sweetly and turned and walked out. As she headed for the elevator she could feel Tim (and all his work-mates) eyes on her ass. She swayed more than necessary. As the door to the elevator closed she could hear hooting and hollering from all the guys. She felt sorry for Tim... but she would make it up to him.

As Jenny walked into the smoke filled bar that evening, she felt lots of eyes on her. It might have just been her imagination though. She squinted in the dark light and saw Tim with two other guys at the bar. She wedged her way through the crowd until she caught his attention. He motioned her over.

"Wow, this place is crowded for a Monday night," Jenny said, yelling over the noise of the crowd.

"Cheap beer," Tim said as he held up a bottle.

"Are you old enough to drink," Jenny said facetiously. She thought he was at least twenty-one.

He looked at her sheepishly. "I have a fake ID," he whispered. "I just turned nineteen."

Jenny was shocked. He wasn't twenty yet. Suddenly she felt a lot older than twenty-eight.

"Can I get you one?"

"Please."

Tim turned and ordered her a beer. When he turned back he said, "Oh Jenny, this is Brad and Jeff, my friends."

"Pleased to meet you," Jenny said and shook their hands. Then Tim moved back and let Jenny squeeze in between them. She slipped up onto the barstool. The action made her short skirt ride up her thighs, almost to the top of her thigh-high nylons.

It was difficult to have a conversation in the noisy bar but Jenny did the best she could. She found Tim to be charming but, as she thought, incredibly shy. She liked that. Several times she touched his shoulder or arm and felt electricity rush through her. He was definitely having an effect on her. In fact, if she had worn panties, they would have been soaked. As it was, she was happy she had a dark skirt on because there might be a stain on the back when she got up.

An hour or so later and quite a few dollar beers, Jenny was feeling very bold. She wanted to heat up the conversation but found it hard to do. Instead, she dropped her purse on the floor and let Tim stoop down to get it. When he did, she turned toward him and spread her legs slightly. It was a bold move and unlike her. But it was also effective. She saw Tim's eyes open wide as he stared between her legs. Almost unconsciously, she spread her legs a little wider. She wasn't sure what he could see in the dark bar but if there were enough light, he would know that she didn't have panties on. And, from the look on his face, she though he had noticed.

When the young man stood back up, his face was flushed.

Jenny smiled and whispered, "Did you like the view?"

"Huh?" Tim said innocently, but his face showed that he knew that he had been caught. "I... uh... I," he stuttered.

"It's okay. I wanted you to look," Jenny whispered as she leaned close to him. With that Jenny glanced over her shoulder and saw that his friends were busy talking to a couple of women. She reached out and grabbed Tim's hand and placed it on her thigh, almost where the top of her nylon ended. Then she turned back to the bar and slid forward, hiding her lower legs and his hand.

The poor boy didn't know what to do. He stared ahead with his hand frozen on her leg. However, he was naãve, not stupid.

It seemed like hours but was only a minute before Jenny felt his hand moving. First she felt his little finger touch her bare skin above her nylon. Then the other fingers joined it. Soon his entire hand was on the warm flesh of her bare thigh. Jenny thought she might climax right there. Instead she moved a little lower on the stool, forcing Tim's hand higher. Suddenly, she bit her lip and tried not to gasp. His fingers had reached her swollen inner lips.

The touch was light, tentative and shy as his fingers gently stroked her swollen lips.

Jenny squirmed on the stool when his fingers began to search between the wet lips until he found her waiting hole. She sucked in her breath when a finger began to worm into her body. As the finger grew bolder, she began to tremble. Then she bit her lip when she felt another finger join the first. Now, two fingers were inside her. She could smell her excitement and worried that everyone else could. In fact, she was so wet that she could actually hear the squishing sound from Tim's now moving fingers.

She knew they had to get out of there or she was going to rape the poor kid. She leaned over and whispered, "Do you want to go to my place?"

Tim almost appeared scared as he looked at her and then his friends. They were still busy talking. "Uh... sure," he answered. However, he didn't sound so sure.

"Make an excuse to your friends and let's go," she whispered.

The young man looked like a deer caught in the headlights. It was obvious that this had never happened to him before. After a moment's indecision he stepped over to his friends and said, "Uh... hey guys, I'm going to take Jenny home. A little too much to drink you know."

They paid little attention to him and casually waved goodbye. A second later Jenny was pulling him out of the bar.

"Let's get a cab. I don't think either of us should drive."

As soon as they were inside the cab, Jenny leaned over and pressed her lips to Tim. He was startled at first but then relaxed and opened his mouth to her insistent tongue. By the time they paid for the cab, both of them were seething with passion.

Jenny fumbled with the keys at her door, as Tim stood close behind her, kissing her neck. She practically dragged him into the apartment, slammed the door, and started pulling him toward the bedroom.

When the young man hesitated, Jenny stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Uh... uh... I... well, I never..." he stuttered.

Suddenly Jenny's eyes opened in shock and before she could stop herself she said, "You're a virgin?"

Tim's face turned beet red.

"Oh my God!" Jenny hissed excitedly.

Tim found his voice and said, "I... uh... I'm sorry."

"No, no, no," Jenny said, "that's wonderful." Jenny didn't tell him that she didn't have all that much experience either. But suddenly she felt a little like the "spider and the fly," or a vamp, seducing an innocent young man. She was right on both counts.

As Jenny looked at the fear on Tim's face, she knew that she had to change her tactics or risk him running from her apartment. "I can't believe some lady hasn't captured you yet," she said sincerely. She stepped close to the nervous young man and wrapped her arms around him. "We'll take it slow," she said with a smile. She lifted up on her toes and kissed him, her tongue going into his willing mouth. Her hands reached for his shirt, pulling it from his jeans and up over his head.

"Oh my," Jenny said when she saw his muscular chest. Quickly before he could stop her, she unsnapped his jeans and then pulled the zipper down. Then she knelt in front of him and inched them to his ankles. Suddenly her face was only inches from the large bulge in his briefs. She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed. His chest was heaving up and down with excitement as she hooked her fingers into the elastic and slowly pulled his underwear down. She suppressed a gasp when his rampant erection sprang out, almost hitting her in the face. Her hand was trembling as she wrapped it around his shaft. It was thick and long... much longer than Tom's, or for that matter any of her previous boyfriends. The swollen head was large and purple. The shaft was smooth and white with bulging veins. There was a bubble of pre-cum at the tip.

Jenny began to pump her hand and watched the bubble turn larger and begin to drip from the head.

Tim moaned and began to sway his hips back and forth. He dared not open his eyes for fear that the sight of the pretty woman on her knees in front of him would make him climax.

Jenny closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she moved toward the pulsing head. A moan escaped her throat when the head entered her mouth. She began to gently lick and suck the dripping head, swallowing the river of juice that was now running from the opening. The sweet taste of his juice was like an aphrodisiac to her. She could feel her own juices running down her thighs as she lost herself in the pleasure of sucking on his virgin shaft.