All the next week, I was completely listless. I could not concentrate on anything. Sure, I had picked up girls before and slept with them within a couple hours. I can't tell you any of their names. I knew more about any one of them than I did about Jill, but she stuck in my mind. My commute to work was only two miles, but I drove twenty-five miles or more a day hoping to see her car. I didn't, of course. I could only wait and pray.
Sunday morning I got to church early. I paced the sidewalk waiting for her to arrive. After all, she had put it in writing that I'd see her in church. That made it a contract. Right? If she didn't show, I could sue her. What was I thinking? I wasn't interested in suing anyone, especially her. I just wanted to see her, to be with her, even if we didn't go to bed. Where could she have been? Finally the time for the service came, and I had to go inside.
Halfway down the aisle on the left side, a blonde-haired woman sat facing the altar. My heart skipped a beat as I slowly approached her. Half excited, half terrified, I paused behind her. "Is this seat taken?" I asked in a trembling voice.
She looked up at me. "I thought you weren't going to make it," Jill said as she slid over giving me room to sit beside her. "Where have you been?"
"Waiting outside for you. I didn't see your car anywhere."
"I took the bus. I thought you would approve. That way I can't escape in the middle of the night." She laid her head on my shoulder. "I'm very sorry about last week. I wanted to stay with you, but I couldn't. Don't ask me to explain. I can't. This time I will stay for breakfast. That's a promise."
The organist began the prelude, and we opened our hymnals. There was so much I wanted to know about her. What was her last name? When was her birthday? When could I introduce her to my family? I had a million questions for her, but would she answer even one? She was being so mysterious, so secretive.
After we sat following the first hymn, I felt her right hand on the back of my left. I looked at her. She was looking straight ahead, but her hand pulled on mine. I let her lead my hand while I turned my attention back to the altar. I started when my fingertips touched her leg. Her gaze didn't change as she pulled my hand further up to the hemline of her short skirt. With her left hand, she pushed my hand under her skirt. There I found her naked, hairless pussy. A faint smile crossed her face. The questions would have to wait.
At this point, I probably should tell you a little about myself. I'm pretty average as far as looks go. I'm five foot eight, weigh around 150 pounds, have dark hair and eyes. My job is a little out of the ordinary. I'm an account executive for an auto parts manufacturer. I deal with large customers, chain stories and the like. I travel a bit, but most of the buyers come to me. They want to see the factory, which makes sales easier. A tour convinces them of the quality of our products. I have to do a bunch of wining and dining. It's all done on my expense account, which helps keep my grocery bill down.
I'm an only child. My dad was a carpenter. Mom was a stay-at-home mother. I suspect they were both virgins when they got married. I was born exactly nine months after their honeymoon. They weren't wealthy by any means, but they did manage to save up enough to put me through college. They've been nagging me for grandchildren ever since.
Jill walked very demurely with me to my car. To look at us, one would think we were married. Two blocks away, everything changed.
I parked the car, and we flew into each other's arms. My left hand probed between her thighs. Her pussy was already dripping. Frantically she struggled to unbuckle my belt and open my pants. I grabbed the seat adjustment handle and let the bench seat side as far back as possible. My rigid dick resisted her attempts to extract it from my shorts. I lifted my hips, and she shoved my pants and shorts down together.
"Oh, Ed," she said between gasps, "I missed you so much."
Her hand stroked my member making it even harder. "I missed you, too," I said breathlessly.
Quickly I knelt on the floor between her legs as she slid down placing her hips at the edge of the seat. My face dove into her open slit. My tongue traced her pussy lips from bottom to top and back down again. She gasped when I passed her clit. Again and again I licked her pussy lips. She screamed passionately each time my tongue came close to her nubbin. Her breathing became deep and rapid, as did mine. My dick pleaded to be put inside her. She reached for my meat. "Please," she begged, "put it in me!"
I raised up on my knees bringing my cock up to the entrance to her cunt. She drew her knees up and spread her legs wide apart. I easily slid into her dripping tunnel of love. A sigh of contentment escaped from her lips. Immediately we began thrusting against each other. My balls slapped her bottom with each stroke. The friction of her tight cunt on my glans drove me into a frenzy. My ragged breathing duplicated hers as our passions climbed rapidly. My senses focused solely on my loins. My vision blurred, and my muscles tightened. I couldn't move. My back arched, and I plunged completely into her. My balls contracted time after time blasting my potent seed into her womb. Jill's cunt muscles gripped my shaft. Gasping for breath, I fell on top of her.
When I had sufficiently regained my senses, I realized we were parked on a residential street. I raised my head and peeked out the window. A group of children played in the yard of the house we were in front of. They seemed totally oblivious to our presence. Slowly I rolled off her doing my best to keep my bare butt below the window ledge. Jill raised herself to a sitting position while I pulled up my shorts and pants.
We spent the afternoon at my apartment making love. The sex was slow and sensual. Except for the end, of course. We ate lunch in the nude, cooked dinner naked. We didn't bother with much conversation.
After dinner, I suggested we go someplace to dance. There was a hotel nearby with a dance floor in its bar. Jill hesitated a minute, then agreed we should go.
There were a few couples dancing when we arrived. The band was playing an old, slow waltz. Jill was smiling when we went in. As we glanced around the room to select a table, one man seated at a table with his wife gave us a stern look. Jill's face turned pale, and she turned to block my way. "I don't think this was a good idea," she said. The panic in her voice was unmistakable. "Let's go back to your place."
"What's wrong?" I asked. She was pushing me back.
"Nothing," she said still terrified of something. "I just don't feel comfortable here."
After we were back in my car, I turned to her. "Something is bothering you," I said. "There must be something I can do to help."
"There's nothing you can do."
"Not if I don't know what the problem is."
"There is no problem. Please, can we go back to your place?"
Reluctantly I started the engine and drove home.
