Don’t get me wrong. Elise was beautiful, classically so — 5′-8″ and 130 pounds; perfect figure, full C-cup breasts that lay nicely on her chest; a slender waist leading to nicely flared hips, long, subtly-muscled legs; and a derriere that was just the right amount of full, without being too big — a well-proportioned 37-25-36. Her hair was dyed blonde, but a natural brunette, her neatly trimmed bush was a medium brown with soft curls. I loved her body and making love to her. And, as Jessie had said, I adored her.
But I don’t think I ever loved her like I loved Jessie. And as I reached the upstairs landing, a thought bubbled to the surface: Could she have sensed that? Had I ever done something to reveal that? I didn’t think so, but it was a troubling thought. Then I wondered if Jessie had done anything to give Derrick pause. Were we somehow responsible for own marriage failures? I brushed those thoughts aside as I entered the master bedroom and approached my bed…or, our bed?
After tonight, would it be?
I laid Jessie on the bed and stood looking down at her. She looked up at me and pulled her robe open. Her full B-cup breasts sat up on her chest, proud and firm. Her long, slender torso and taut stomach led to slender, slightly flared hips that completed the outline of her sleek, beautiful upper body. Her long, well-toned legs completed her intoxicatingly beautiful, willowy figure. I was still standing, taking her in, when she spoke.
“Jake?” she cooed in her low, husky register.
“Are you sure about this?” I questioned.
In answer, she swung her legs off the bed and sat up, letting her robe fall off her shoulders. She reached for my belt and undid it, then stood and began undressing me. While unbuttoning my shirt, she leaned forward, tilted her chin up, and pulled my head down, pressing her warm lips to mine, then lightly played her tongue across them. I met her tongue with mine, teasing the tip. She slipped her tongue between my lips and engaged me in the most soulful kiss I had ever experienced.
I pulled her to me, crushing her against me in a passionate embrace. I felt my penis swell and press against her thigh. She slid her left hand down and grasped my erection, sliding her hand down the length. She brought her hands up, and I loosened my embrace. Grasping my shirt, she pulled it off, then pulled my t-shirt off over my outstretched arms. Dropping to her knees, she pulled my chinos down and I stepped out of them.
As she pulled my boxers down, my aching erection sprung free and hit her in the chin.
She grinned up at me and grasped it with both hands, gently fondling it with her slender fingers. It throbbed in response to her delicate touch. She held it, examining it as she tenderly slid a hand up and down the length; then, she slipped the head between her full lips and swirled her tongue around the end. I was euphoric. I watched her in silence, running my hands through her long, wavy, black hair,
Owing to her mom’s Mediterranean heritage, Jessie’s hair is naturally wavy, and her long, thick mane hangs to the small of her back. I always admired it and now I relished the chance to run my hands through it.
She stood, still holding my turgid member in one hand, “Go slow, my lover. I want our first time to be special…I haven’t been made love to in a long time. Derrick and I have had sex on and off for the last few months, but it’s been a long time since I felt any real passion on his part. I guess we both know why, now.”
Her eyes filled with tears. I kissed each one and assured her we would have a memorable first time.
In a soft voice, I declared, “I feel like I’ve waited all my life for this moment, to make love to you, to please you.”