She Leaned Back: Part 2 - Sex Stories

She Leaned Back: Part 2

The lunch invitation had simply been the next logical step. He had not planned that it would lead to sex, just more connecting with Jyll, and then eventually to sex. As the hour approached, he felt a surge of anticipation, arousal, and butterflies tinged with erotic possibility. Something sexual was probably going to happen. It was exciting and a little surreal to imagine after going so long without sex.

In his conservative Christian background, he had been conditioned against being sexually aggressive toward women. He had been thoroughly acculturated to project a nice-guy persona, and to take on a “gentlemanly” mindset. In his twenties, he realized later, it had also been an excuse not to take risks by pursuing women. Yes, he had pursued his former wife and won her over, but it was all within the bounds of chastity. He had never adopted the frat-boy attitude of pursuing women with the intention of “scoring.”

Until now, he thought. In the aftermath of his divorce, he had resolved to cast off that restraint. Well, it wasn’t exactly a frat-boy type of thing, whatever that was. It was his version of being more aggressive, going after what he wanted, and asserting himself, but without being pushy or stupid.

With Jyll, he was soon to discover, things seemed to fall into place, he didn’t have to control anything except himself. It just flowed between them. He would take the initiative, and venture to make certain semi-calculated steps, to advance their connection ...

... physically and emotionally. There was some degree of risk involved with being the initiator, but he trusted his perceptions and ability to read her. She responded to him, and he went on. It was an exciting dance that involved more art than science. It had been obvious from the night before that the energy between them was intense and erotic, even though he hadn’t directly touched her skin beyond kissing.

Jyll came over to his little apartment at noon, right on time. His apartment had been built from the daylight basement of a large home. It was completely self-contained, with a bathroom, kitchen, and a separate entry at the back of the house. There was one large room that served as a kitchen, dining room, and living, then a separate bedroom and bathroom.

He welcomed her at the door and then led her into the little apartment. When he turned to face her next to the dining table, she fluidly stepped into him, her petite body nestling into his arms in what felt like a perfect fit. It was uncanny how every motion they took together seemed to have such a way of feeling just right and completely comfortable but also arousing. She turned her face up to his, and the angle felt exactly right. They kissed.

The kiss was a switch flipped on. It returned them instantly to the passion and intensity of the night before. Only they were not in a car in an empty parking lot. They were in his apartment, where anything felt possible. Few words had been spoken and none were necessary.

They ...