Jack's Adventures 05: Hayley 01 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 05: Hayley 01

... years."

I looked at her old tattered couch, her glass coffee table topped with fashion monographs. She stowed her yoga mat in a closet, then turned to look at me. For a moment we just looked at each other, no one talking, aware we were still in sweaty, tight, workout clothes.

"Right!" she said. "Coffee!"

I smiled. "You forgot?"

"Why else would you be here?" she said.

"Why else..." I said.

We kept looking at each other, smiling, electricity crackling. She stepped close to me. I looked down into her bright green eyes. My cock started to move.

"I'll go make it then," she said.

She stepped around me, a hand trailing over my shoulder, and she entered the kitchen. I followed her in. She had a glistening coffee maker, two sided, that looked four decades more modern than every other appliance in the kitchen.

I leaned against the doorframe and while we chatted I watched her work, enjoying her beautiful body lean here, lean there. Then we took our steaming mugs into the living room and sat on her couch, me lounging with my elbow over the back, her cross-legged facing me. We chatted very briefly before she asked:

"Actually, do you mind if I stretch out?"

"Not at all," I said.

And she leaned back against the arm of the couch and extended her legs over my lap. She was wearing yoga shorts today, ones that stopped mid-thigh, and I looked down her thighs past her knobby knees to her slim calves and beautiful feet, everything the color of honey. We ...

... continued to talk and drink our coffees, laughing with each other, me reveling in her sunny looks and disposition, and time flew.

When I finished my coffee, I put my mug on the table, and then put my hands on her legs.

"How about I thank you for the classes," I said, "with a small massage."

"You already pay for them," she said.

"Then consider this a tip."

Hayley smiled and leaned back further with her coffee. "I won't say no. I'm a bit sensitive, so I apologize if I boot you in the face."

"I'll go easy. For my sake."

I started massaging her left calf, using my thumbs to apply the slightest pressure I could, running them in small circles. She moaned appreciatively.

"That good?" I asked.

"That's very good," she said.

I worked my fingers down the muscle, pushing my thumbs down it softly, and my cock started to wake up. I switched to her right calf and did the same routine. I looked over at Hayley and she was tilting her head back and forth, her eyes closed, taking long breaths through her nose and then letting out soft exhales between pursed lips.

When I was done with the calves I put my hands on her feet, and she sat upright, giggling.

"Too much!" she said.

"I just touched you!" I said.

"I know, I know!"

I touched them again and they kicked, and she laughed. She put her mug down with a clatter and then leaned all the way forward (flexible) and put her hands on my arms.

"No feet, no feet," she said, gasping.

Her face was right next to ...