Jack's Adventures 05: Hayley 01 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 05: Hayley 01

... back. Always the first one in, always the first one to greet her, impressing her with my commitment and quick improvement. We started chatting before each class, always a slyly flirtatious conversation, and got to know each other. She learned about my goals in film, I learned that she'd come to Los Angeles to be a model, but gave that up after six months; yoga had been her life's passion ever since. She was generally a very cheery person, but I found myself especially good at making her laugh, and we soon became good friends.

A month in, we talked relationships. Hayley was committed to being her own woman, staying free and unattached for the time being. I echoed her sentiments, saying that if someone special came along, great, but in the meantime I was just looking to have fun. I didn't know when I'd make my move, but figured it best to seed in that I was always down for a casual fuck, and hope that seed germinated in her brain.

Another month later, I decided it was time to check if the seed had become a flower. We were chatting before class and I dropped that I'd love to grab coffee sometime. She nodded immediately and agreed exuberantly. We exchanged numbers, and before next week's class, I texted her.

Hey! Jack here. How about coffee tomorrow after class? On me.

I watched her immediately start typing back.

Ya! Not on you. Don't be ridick. I make good stuff at home. That sound ok?

Inviting me into her home...that sounded more than okay.

Of course. ...

... Can't wait to try it.

The next day, when she walked into the studio, we grinned at each other, but didn't chat. It made me feel like our coffee date was more "date" than "coffee." Then I watched her stretch, her tan body lit by the golden sun coming through the skylight. She put her hair in a ponytail, spread her long legs on her mat, and bent down over her left leg. I looked at her ass, then down her thigh, to where her forehead touched her knee, and felt like her eyes glanced toward me briefly. My cock stirred against my spandex.

After class, I packed up my stuff, made eye contact with her and winked, and went to wait outside the building. It was a cool spring day and I leaned on my yoga mat, enjoying the breeze. After a couple minutes she came out alone, her smile bright.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Ready," I said.

I followed her car into the hills between East Hollywood and Silver Lake, to a small two-story building surrounded by trees. She had the ground floor unit, a crooked space with low ceilings and bumpy wood floors, maybe built during Kennedy, more likely during Eisenhower. The windows looked out on the surrounding greenery, and she'd filled the inside with trailing plants. Natural light was wanting, but the dimness felt cozy, not suffocating.

"What a space," I said, walking from the kitchen to the living room, ducking my head in the doorway.

"The landlords live above me," Hayley said, hanging her keys on a hook. "They haven't raised my rent in ...