It had been about a month since Tom had moved into the quiet apartment building. It was different living on his own, no one to come home to, or share meals with. Every now and then, he would meet the younger woman across the hall in the foyer or in the hallway. He found her very attractive, but knew nothing of her other than her name was Jamie.
Jaime was getting ready for her morning run as usual when she saw Jeff in a sweat pants and a t-shirt coming down the stairs.
"Good morning Jamie. Going for a run?"
"Yup," she said. "I run this time every morning."
"Really? I'm switching my time. I used to run after I got home from work but have been finding myself with less energy in the evenings?"
Jamie smiled at him. "We could run together today if you'd like."
"I'd like that a lot. I haven't had a running partner for a few years now."
After a few stretches the duo set out at an easy pace. They chatted a bit now and then, discussing likes and dislikes in music and television. They both discovered a mutual love for Science Fiction and Fantasy books. Overall, it was an enjoyable run for them both. They stepped up the tempo a bit on their return to the apartment building. A few minutes of cool down stretches and they walked up the stairs to their apartments.
"That was quite nice for a change," Tom said as he slid the key into the dead bolt lock.
"I agree. Maybe we could run together more often." she suggested.
"I don't see why not. I know I would enjoy the company." He turned the key and opened the door to his place. He thought about asking her in to join him for breakfast, but thought better of it.
They each went into their respective apartments. Jamie took a shower, got ready for work, and departed. Tom on the other hand worked from home and had a bite to eat while reading the morning paper. He entertained thoughts of the pretty young thing across the hall.
She was as different from Erin, his ex-wife, as night is from day. Erin was a short stick figure blonde with full breasts, thanks to implants. She was overconfident and boisterous to the point that it was annoying. She wore her make-up with a certain precision that required a 3-hour notice just to go to the grocery store. She refused to clean house, claiming it was beneath her. She had been fairly straitforward with most of her thoughts, feelings and opinions, being a self-proclaimed bitch. The one thing that she did fail to mention was the fact that she like eating pussy more than he did.
Tom stepped into the shower still thinking of his pretty new running partner. She was only a few inches shorter than him, him standing at about five foot eleven. Jamie had long chestnut hair and hazel eyes. She had a fleshy build. Her breasts were large and heavy, and her hips flared seductively above long, long legs. Just thinking about her he could feel himself getting hard. His shower time was also going to double as self-love time.
Tom really liked running with Jamie in the mornings, they even ran together on the weekends.
He laughed when she didn't believe he was forty and had to show her his driver's license. It didn't seem like there was a fifteen-year age gap. She found him witty and charming, and he could hardly refrain from kissing her. He held back and was a pure gentleman. It nearly drove him mad with lust some times. She would hug him or throw a smile his way that would melt his insides. Sometimes he felt as though she saw him as nothing more than a fatherly figure. Other times she would give him subtle hints that there was a mutual attraction. Still she was such a great friend that he truly feared that their friendship could be ruined and the trust and compassion that lay between them compromised should he ever try to take it farther. The emotional intimacy was great. They shared dreams and their pasts. Jamie reassured him that she would always prefer a man to a woman, almost as if she thought that is why he had not asked her on a real date yet.
One night while watching a TV show together, a storm brewed quickly and caused a power outage. Jamie fumbled in an end table drawer in search for her flashlight.
"I'm gonna gather up a few candles and a lighter so we can at least see while we wait for the power to come back on. Sit tight."
Tom stayed seated on her couch as he watched her and the beam of light travel into her bedroom and then back into the kitchen and back to the bedroom. He wondered why two trips into the bedroom, but figured it wasn't his business. It wasn't long before she came back in carrying a pizza pan with half a dozen candles of varying shapes and sizes on it. She lit the candles on the pan to save her coffee table from heat damage and wax. The glow from the candles brought out a twinkle in her eyes. The soft glow casting a lovely light on her face and hair.
"Wow the candle light is very flattering to you. You're so beautiful," he gently touched her cheek.
Jamie flushed noticeably and smiled. She had wanted him to notice her for a while and now he was finally doing it.
"Finally," she said softly. "I thought I was going to have to parade around in a bathing suit or meet you at the door naked," she teased him.
Abruptly he leaned into her and claimed her mouth with his. She was stunned to begin with but a fraction of a second later melted into the kiss, holding his face in her hands. Tom broke away, his hands over hers on his face.
"I've wanted to do that to you since our first run. Your charm and wit are wonderful, not to mention you are beyond sexy. I just never would have thought you would be interested in a man my age."
"You act like an you're an old man and you're not. You're a very attractive, active man..."
Tom attacked her lips again. Sucking on the bottom lip then gently pulling on it with his teeth. Jamie could hardly breathe. She whimpered and pushed him away, inhaling deeply.
"I'm sorry I wasn't trying to force myself on you," he hung his head. "It's just been a while since I've been kissed, or kissed anyone."
"Don't apologize. It turned me on! I want a dominant man. Be that man. Take control! Just let me take a breath every now and then," she smiled coyly.
Tom reached out and touched Jamie's face. Her words had surprised him. Erin, his ex-wife, was always the dominant one, asserting herself over him in just about every aspect of their married life. It was almost a welcome relief not to have to suppress his natural instincts and let his sex drive take over. He found himself grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back and to the side. He got up on his knees on the couch and ran his tongue from her jaw line to her collarbone.
"Are you sure you want this? Really sure?"
He didn't want this to change their friendship to the point that they could not return to their normal activities together.
"Tom, I want you to take me and do with me what you want. I want to please you but you need to tell me what you want, what you need. You don't have to be mean or hurt me, but a little roughness will be more than welcome."
Tom needed no more confirmation. He sat back down, letting his fingers trail down her arm.
"Strip for me," he told her.
Jamie stood up and closed her eyes. She ran her hands through her chestnut hair, swaying her hips to a rhythm in her head. Her hands trailed down her neck and shoulders, over her ample breasts, and down her stomach to the hem of her black tank top. Still swaying her body and rocking her hips, she slowly pulled the top over her head and threw it in the floor. A scrap of pink lace was all that covered her breasts. Tom could see her rosy nipples straining against the fabric, begging to be suckled. Jamie turned leisurely away from him. Her hands running down her sides and down to her buttocks and gave each cheek a squeeze. Her cotton lounge shorts didn't need much persuasion to fall to the ground as she shimmied out of them. Bending over to grab them off her bare feet, she shook her butt for Tom to enjoy. He liked the string bikini panties she wore as they were nearly a perfect match to her lacy bra.
She rubbed her hands up her outer legs as she looked over her shoulder and asked, "Do you want to take off my undies or shall I?"
"Come sit on my lap," he replied.
Jamie sat across his legs. He turned her to where her back was against his chest, pulled her back against him, and took her breasts in his hands. Gently he squeezed and kneaded her flesh as she let a small moan escape.
Tom unhooked the front clasp of her bra freeing her nipples to be played with.
"Let's get those panties off of you so I can watch you touch yourself."
Jamie could feel his erection grinding against her rear and was amazed at how much control he had. She was enjoying their play but, all she could imagine was feeling him inside her. She stood up and bent over before him as she pulled the scrap of lace down. He could see her moist lips between her legs as she stepped out of her panties. He put his hands on her hips and held her still. Jamie wasn't sure what what he was wanting her to do and was about to ask when she felt his tongue licking down the line where her lips met. A jolt of electricity ran down her spine and into her abdomen, making it's way to her shaven mound.
Tom resisted the urge to just bury his face between her thighs until she begged him to stop. He knew she was ready for him to take her and give her release. He wanted to give her this exquisite torment a bit longer, making her orgasm that much sweeter.
"Mmmm, tasty," he said pulling her back down on his lap, her back against his chest. "Now sweetness I'll take care of these," he tweaked her nipples. "And you take care of this," he growled huskily into her ear as he reached between her thighs and squeezed her mound and pulled away.
