Waking up jittery and irritable, sure signs of sexual need. Better do something, won’t be long otherwise before I start picking petty fights, making enemies, making mistakes.
Checking the escort website, but feeling no interest in any but Jenny. Don’t want to mess around, just need a woman who understands my body and who finds it a pleasure not a chore.
Trouble is, with Carol still in my blood, if I see Jenny maybe somehow Jenny becomes second best, a substitute. She’s too wonderful for that.
To hell with it, let’s try her number, hope she’s back from Budapest or wherever she’s been. Ringing it. On the fourth ring, her voice answering. Yes of course I’m free for you darling, any time, come round quickly, I still owe you a free blowjob.
Eleven thirty the appointed hour. Arriving early, strolling around Finsbury Park, trees in full leaf, sunshine on the lawns, young children learning softball. The minutes crawling by. Finally, five minutes to go, time to head for Jenny’s.
Standing at her building’s front door, ringing her number. Three rings, then stop, agreed signal. Soft clatter of interior movement, then footsteps down the stairs. The front door opening. Jenny in tight denim shorts and cutaway teeshirt, smiling up at me, pulling me in, kissing me, where’ve you been darling, I’ve been waiting for you for weeks.
Moving to her bedroom, both smiling, like old friends rediscovering true pleasure in one another’s company. Are you okay, baby, I thought you must have found somebody else, maybe you did, never mind, I’ve got you back now, come along, take your clothes off baby, let me relax your body.
Both of us stripping. Lying on the bed. Jenny rolling on top of me, letting my skin feel hers. My hands on her back, stroking, soaking up the nourishment of skin’s touch. Her hand moving downward to feel my cock, still soft, too inundated with sensual delight, not yet focused into erection.
Jenny moving down, doing that special Jenny thing, taking the tip straight in her mouth, her hand stroking the shaft gently. In my body a sudden shift, cock stiffening slightly, then firmly, then suddenly like mahogany. Jenny taking her face away, looking at me, smiling, hey baby, you’re desperate, I figure you came to see me just in time.
Lying on my back, eyes closed, feeling Jenny’s mouth round my cock, knowing she’ll keep doing it for minutes or hours or however long I want, my body feeling weightless, like escaping from the pressure of a huge burden.