That evening she was true to her word, and she worked me hard. I was dreading how I was going to feel. I went home and had dinner alone. She’d already had plans to go out with her friends, and never made it home, spending the night at her girl friend’s place.
The next morning I got up late, after 9:00, and hit the elliptical again, an easy 30 minutes this morning. I barely worked out 300 calories. I hit the shower, letting the pulsating jets beat on me. A couple of aspirin and I almost felt human again. I stepped onto the scale. Two-twelve. Yee-ha!
My plans for the day were to install a new garage door opener, and to take care of Jenny’s car. I was nearly done with the first task, and looking forward to lunch, when Jenny rolled in.
“Nice night?” I asked.
“Don’t you look yummy,” she answered.
How I could look yummy, all sweaty and greasy, I have no idea. I was wearing just my shorts, work-belt and boots.
“I can already see the changes. Your love handles are disappearing.” She rubbed her hand down my side as she walked by.
“Two-twelve this morning.” I told her as she opened the door to the back of the house.
“Already? Wow! You deserve everything you’ve got coming. Let’s make a night of it.” She smiled at me, a warm inviting smile.
“Sounds like a deal to me. You had lunch?”
“I haven’t had breakfast,” she answered.
“I should be done here in about 15 minutes. Can you make lunch?”
“Got it.”
* * *
Lunch was followed by work on Jenny’s car. I gave her the use of mine. She had clients from 1:00 until 5:00. By the time she got back I had the compressor replaced, the freon recharged, the oil changed, and I was on the final wax.
The car was running well, the air-conditioner blowing ice-cubes, and the inside and outside the cleanest since she’d had the use of it. I even set up a compartment box in the trunk to organize her stuff.
She got out of the van, and gave the car a tour, whistling in appreciation. “It’s like a different car.”
“So I take it you approve? My debt paid off?” I asked.
She sat behind the wheel, basking in the cold blowing air. “All paid up.”
“Then let’s go in and see if I can’t get myself back in debt again.”
I took a shower while she started dinner, and I joined her to finish the preparations.
We had dinner, a few drinks, and then Jenny stood, took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
“You can touch me, but no penetration, and keep your mouth in line.” She told me as she undressed in front of me.
Again, I watched her, unabashedly admiring her young, firm body.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed? Or am I supposed to do you through your shorts?” She teased, poised on one foot, pulling her panties off the other.
“I thought I’d let you do the honors,” I told her with a smile.
She grinned at me mischievously, then stepped forward and unbuttoned my Hawaiian shirt. She planted a couple of kisses on my chest, then kneeled before me and tugged my knit shorts down around my ankles. I wasn’t wearing underwear, and my semi-hard cock flopped out before her.
She grabbed my cock in her hand, for just a moment then stood and pulled me toward the hope chest at the foot of the bed. She seated me there, where I could lean back against the bed itself, the edge of which was about a foot higher. She positioned herself between my legs.
Jenny leaned over and took my cock in her hand. She slowly stroked it downward, alternating her hands, one over the other.
“You really have a nice cock. I love the look of it, the thick vein running down the middle, the fat head, your large hanging balls. Ummmm.”
She placed both hands around it, her fingers interlocked, and stroked it up and down.
“You get so hard. So incredibly hard. I can’t believe how stiff it is, and yet it feels so soft and the head is so, oooh.”
She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the very tip, her lips lingering for only a second.
“It would be so nice in my mouth, filling me.”
She let go of me for a second, and stepped to the bedside, where she opened a drawer on Holly’s side, and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. She sidled back to where I was and positioned herself back in front of me.
“I want to make it slick. Slippery, like if it was in me.” She kneeled close, holding it against her body. My balls were at the V of her legs, and the head of my cock was just above her belly button. “Look how long it is. Imagine if it was in me, how far up it would reach. God, you would fill me so deep and tight. Can you just imagine it?”
She rubbed herself against my cock for just a second, then settled back down onto her heels. She took the lube and dribbled a little of it on the head.
“It looks like cum. I want to lick it so bad. But I can’t do that yet. I can’t wait until you’ve earned that. I want to taste you. I want to feel your fat cock in my mouth, exploding down my throat.”
I was rock-hard now, and she stroked it, varying her style just a little every few strokes. Sometimes she’d hold the bottom of my shaft, as low as possible, holding me upright, while stroking the other hand up and down. Or she’d play with my balls, feeling their heft, caressing them. She’d occasionally bring her mouth down to the level of my cock, and reach her tongue out to just touch my skin, or place a small kiss on my cock, the head, the balls, the shaft.
I was burning up. I wanted to hold her head still and fuck her pretty face. I wanted to throw her down on my bed and pound my shaft into her until she was Jello beneath me.
I sat there, my fingers clenching and unclenching to keep from reaching out for her, watching her drive me insane.