This is a substantial rewrite of a story I first posted under a different pen-name over ten years ago.
JILL.
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I
Jill was a very attractive, pretty, lady of thirty years. With straight, glossy shoulder-length dark copper-colored hair, she looked at least ten years younger, with clear unblemished skin. With white even teeth and full lips, she looked for all the world like a film starlet - a young Audrey Hepburn perhaps. She was of average height, but with a narrow waist, not too full in the hips, having a perfectly formed bottom! It showed at its cheeky best when she walked from the hip, with upright bearing, head held high.
With breasts reflecting her bottom in size and shape, self-supporting perfection, the coral-colored areola were tipped with darker substantial nipples, which would swell to even considerable proportions when aroused - which they often were. A ring of goose pimples surrounded the nipple.
When Jill looked at her naked body in the mirror, she would run her hands over her shoulders, breasts, belly, before resting on her furry friend. She would touch her clitoris lightly with the middle finger, feeling it throb slightly, sending a mild shudder through her loins. Between the thighs, her plump vulva nestled, with the inner labia peeping out. Her long legs, perfectly shaped with pretty ankles, completed the picture. She turned her body one way, then the other, as she gazed in admiration at it. No wrinkles anywhere. Firm, smooth skin. No sign of her having had two children. She was very proud of her body - with every reason. It was just about as perfect as it was possible to be.
Wherever Jill went, men turned their heads in admiration. She was the envy of all her friends, and the center of attention of their husbands. All wanted to take care of her, to father her. Which really meant that they wanted to enjoy making love to her. It made her feel good to be admired for her looks. It wasn't always, like that though. As a naive young lady, it was with some surprise that Jill became conscious of the fact that it was her looks rather than her brain that attracted the men. As realization took hold, she grew up to enjoy the feeling of a strange power over the opposite sex. She had something they dearly wanted!
It made her first husband jealous to think that she returned their envious looks. He often threatened to beat the beauty from her face should he find her returning their looks. So she became careful to wear unflattering clothes.
To look at Jill, you wouldn't think butter would melt in her mouth. She was the ultimate in child-like innocence. Her soft smile, her blue shining trusting eyes, all added to her appearance of vulnerability. Which is, of course, what the men found most attractive about her. If she caught them eyeing her, one of her little tricks was to cock her head slightly to one side, smile sweetly at them with a look of sympathy, as if to say 'Sorry! I know you're dying to have me - but I'm not available.'
This innocent face, however, belied her sexual appetite and her experience of men. If only they knew how much she adored the penis - the feel of it in her mouth, or penetrating her most secret treasure - they may have been less reticent about chatting her up.
Of all the perfect parts of her body, none were more so than her vulva. Jill knew every wrinkle of it. She studied it in a mirror quite often, whilst grooming. She admired the soft pubic hair, it's coppery, silky curls, covering the pronounced mons, which hardened noticeably when aroused, before encasing the entire vulva in its silken web. Some wisps of hair were allowed to stray into the inner thigh on both sides. Other stray wisps were plucked to keep the shape neat and tidy. The outer labia were plump and full, whilst the inner lips, rather darker in color, draped from the tip of the vulva, as though hanging from the sensitive clitoris, before their folds reached their fleshy thickness on either side of the entrance to her rose-pink vagina, then joining together again at the base of the vulva. The overall effect was of an appealing entrance to the passage of sexual delight, held in place by a golden web of beauty. The flesh of the inner labia was of a lightly marbled texture, which swelled up when aroused, to become smooth and full. The puckered vagina itself was set a little higher than usual for an English lady, making it that bit more accessible to a visiting penis, of which there had been quite a few afforded that privilege.
Being the keeper of such a perfect piece of feminine mystery, it's not surprising that Jill treasured it. It was the very center, the core of her physical being, besides the focal point of her emotional being. She was always aware of its existence. It was ever present in her mind. As she grew older, it ruled her life more and more. It was her furry friend. Her constant companion.
II
It was the music teacher at college who recognized her natural singing abilities, persuading her to take up private lessons. Jill became an accomplished soprano and, when she reached the age of eighteen, could audition to join the local operatic society. The audition was a success, and she joined the chorus for Pirates of Penzance, enjoying the companionship of other ladies of the chorus. But, although made welcome by most others in the group, there were one or two less friendly women. It was only jealousy, she was told. She looked years younger than her age, being such a frail-looking, artless young woman. Most members took to her.
She soon found out that the female leading singers tended to get a crush on their male counterparts. It was the fundamental nature of romantic musical comedies. Most leading men enjoyed the attentions of their leading ladies, some ending in permanent relationships. The chorus members took pot luck, but were just as predatory!
It was during this, her first production, that an older member of the chorus, Jim, offered to give her a lift in his car to rehearsals. Jill found nothing sinister in the kind offer. It was only after the second rehearsal, however, that Jim persuaded her to masturbate him. As they were settling into the car after the rehearsal, he promised Jill that he would use his influence with the director, to cast her in a principal role in the next musical production, if she was good to him. When she asked him what being good to him meant, he smiled, took hold of her hand, and drew it over his thigh, onto the front of his trousers.