Jill - Sex Stories

Jill

... to see if I was okay, even though we had only met once in seven months, and that was only to discuss Carol; her hair was done a new way, amplifying her attractive appearance; there was a slight nervousness about her; she had broken up with her boyfriend; and, she had spent a long winter by herself. “Can I interest you in another beer?” I asked. I got up to get us both a beer, and she followed me into the kitchen. “You’re not trying to get me drunk, are you?” she asked with a little laugh as she held my arm with her hands and leaned into me. “Of course I am,” I told her with a laugh. “Have another beer!” She put one hand on the small of my back and held it there as she took the beer from my hand, and we walked back into the living room. This time, she sat on the couch, not the chair. Jill quickly brought up the subject of Carol, and she tried to explain their relationship. Jill always considered herself to be aggressive when it came to sex; that is until she met Carol. “I’m as horny as the next girl. But Carol was horny one hundred per cent, all the time. She was insatiable. Was there anything she wouldn’t do?” The question hung in the air, sort of emphasizing the subject matter of sex. “Can I use your bathroom?” she asked. “Sure. Right over there,” I said, pointing out the downstairs half-bath. Jill grabbed her handbag and walked to the bathroom. I checked to see if she needed another beer. She did not. She had almost a full can. But I grabbed another one for me. Jill emerged ...

... from the bathroom, braless, her tits swaying back and forth under her sweater as she walked to the couch. I guessed that her panties, if she had even worn any, were now in her handbag. Our verbal dance was over. She was making it pretty clear that she was here to get laid. I stood and asked her if she wanted another beer, even though I knew the beer in her hand was almost full. Her eyes quickly glanced at the bulge in my pants, as she indicated that she could use another beer. She followed me into the kitchen, placed her beer on the counter, and pushed her soft tits and a hard nipple into my arm as I opened the refrigerator door. She put her hand on the door and pushed it closed, telling me that she had reconsidered and didn’t need another beer after all. I put my hand around her waist as I closed the refrigerator door, and gently pulled her towards me, looking for her reaction. Jill pushed her body into me, rose up on her tip toes, gave me a big, open mouth kiss, flicked her tongue over and around mine, and let out a low moan. “I’m glad I came to see you,” she said before we kissed again. This time I was the one to bury my tongue down her throat as I cupped her ass with both hands. We stood in the kitchen kissing, pulling each other close and grinding our bodies together. I squeezed a breast; she rubbed my restrained cock. “Can we go upstairs?” she asked in a whisper. I took Jill’s hand and walked quickly to the stairs to my bedroom, pulling her along as she reached for her ...