Jacks Adventures 12 Sofia 2

A few minutes later I was letting Sofia into my apartment. She walked in ahead of me, taking in the space. My furniture is a blend of modern and old-fashioned, dark browns and burnt coppers.

"Classy," she said.

"I take a lot of pride in it," I said, dropping my keys on a side table. "As long as I have a nice place to come home to, I can handle anything the day throws at me."

"I like that philosophy."

She did a half-pirouette, gave me a coy smile, and then walked into the living room. I walked to my bar cart.

"Can I get you a drink? Canned marg?"

She sat down on my couch.

"Please," she said. "Canned margs are for being parked by taco trucks."

"Oh, my apologies."

She smiled, leaned back into the couch, put her arms out across the top.

"Feels like I'm in your domain," I said.

She nodded. "Maybe you are."

"Your drink order, ma'am?"

"Gin martini!" She adopted an imperious voice. "Sharp-ish!"

I bowed extravagantly. I made her a martini, made myself an old-fashioned. I brought her drink to her.

"Sorry I don't have a tray to serve it on," I said.

"What is this? Fast casual? I don't want my drink touching a surface that's touched the drinks of the poors!"

I laughed and sat down next to her.

"You're good at that," I said.

She laughed. "I've been talked to like that enough."

We sat on the couch, sipping our drinks. We chatted more restaurant horror stories, then I asked her about her life. She was originally from Fresno, had moved down here after high school without much in mind besides a better life. She had various interests, in music and fashion, but hadn't committed to anything yet. As we talked, we slowly turned toward each other on the couch. Eventually her knee was up, eventually my hand was resting on it, eventually we were both leaning against the back of the couch.

"What about you?" she said. "What's Jack's story?"

"Various filmmaking interests," I said. "Haven't committed to anything yet."

"What do you commit to?" she said, not unkindly.

"The moment," I said, smiling.

She smiled back. "Maybe you could teach me about that."

"I'd love to."

I put my drink down on my coffee table, then stood up. I extended my hand.

"Come with me."

She took my hand, put her martini glass on the table, and stood. I led her slowly across the living room to my bedroom door, and through it.

I turned on the light and she stood in the middle of the room, looking at my queen-sized bed, piled high with pillows. I put my hands on her shoulders, turned her gently to me. She looked up at me, suddenly vulnerable. I just looked into her eyes calmly, projecting comfort and ease.

I put my hands on the bottom hem of her t-shirt, started pulling it up slowly. She raised her arms above her head, and the shirt slid up over her breasts, up the length of her arms, and then off. I turned from her and laid it gently over the back of my desk chair, then returned to her. She was standing with one arm crossed under her breasts, holding her other elbow.

I calmly looked her in the eyes as I undid the button of her jeans, as I unzipped her fly, as I put my hands under her waistband. Then I pulled her jeans down her hips and down her legs, lowering myself to the floor as I went. Her red panties were revealed to me, then two thin thighs, then tan and smooth legs. Her ass was mid-sized, with a small bit of heft to it, but it felt like her breasts had sucked up everything in the gene pool. When the jeans were around her ankles, she stepped out of them, and I went to lay them gently over her shirt.

She was now just in her underwear, her hands alternating clasping in front of her crotch and behind her back. I stood back in front of her and slowly pulled my shirt up over my head. My own shirt I threw aside, watching her eyes linger on my torso. Then I started unbuckling my belt, taking off my own jeans. I pulled them down and kicked them aside.

We looked at each other, only a few inches of space between us. I looked down at her massive breasts, held up by her bra. She looked down at where my cock was starting to press out down the leg of my briefs.

I put my hands gently on her shoulders, hooked my fingers under the straps of her bra, and pulled them off her shoulders. They fell loose around her upper arms. I reached around her and undid the clasp, she let me pull the bra off her arms, and I went to lay it out gently across her other clothes. I had a job to do, had to continue the sensual unpacking of each other, but her breasts had fallen free and I had to take them in.

They were massive, bigger than d's, with big brown puffy areolas. Violet Myers-esque, with a slight sag to them, and I don't know what field of science was needed to explain how Sofia's frame could support them.

"You're staring," she said.

I looked up at her face, she was smiling slyly.

"Of course I am," I said. "They're incredible."

She blushed. I pulled my briefs off and my cock sprung free, sticking out half-erect. She looked down at it, and I watched her taking it in.

"Now who's staring?" I said.

She didn't look away from it. "It's incredible."

I squatted down, my face coming level with her crotch, and hooked my fingers in her panties. I pulled them down her legs, she stepped out of them, and I tossed them aside. Before rising back up, I looked back at her pussy. It was perfect, shaved and symmetrical, looked almost untouched. I stood.

She looked up into my eyes, us breathing softly together.

"Now what?" she said.

I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back toward the bed. She fell back onto it, pushing pillows aside, and I climbed over her, my dick dragging across her leg. I looked up her belly to where her breasts hung down the sides of her chest, then to her face. She looked up at me, vulnerable and scared, but wanting me.

I moved down her body, kissing her. I kissed her neck, the indent at its base. I kissed down her chest, down her breastbone. I put my hands on her tits, pushed them together, and kissed across them briefly. She moaned at this, then I let them fall and I kept moving south. I kissed down her stomach, her abs quivering under my lips, then kissed her belly button, licked it, moved down to the space below her belly and above her vagina. I breathed on the skin here, felt slight stubble from where she'd shaved, then pushed lower. I lifted her legs and spread them, laid on my stomach, brought my face right in front of her pussy. I felt her legs shaking slightly so I massaged them gently, being sure not to tickle her, and blew softly onto her perfect vagina. She moaned, and then I put my hands between her legs and gently drew her outer labia apart. I looked at the pearl of her clit, and her pink pussy skin, and stuck out my tongue and gently flicked her clit.

She moaned long and hard and put her hands on the back of my head. I looked up at her and she was looking down at me, her jaw clenching and unclenching. I kept eye contact the best I could and gave her whole pussy a gentle lick now, and her eyebrows raised and her head whumped back against a pillow. Her legs writhed around me, and I did it again, and again, and then zeroed in on her clit, and licked this now, over and over, starting up a steady rhythm.

She started making the most gorgeous noises, little yelps and shrieks and whines, not over the top, not fake, like a passionate little minx. Her hands ran through my hair, her thighs gripped my head, twisted and turned, and I was turned on by her pleasure and started licking her pussy with abandon. She was getting wetter and wetter under my tongue, and I started varying my motions, haphazardly running through the alphabet. Her sounds turned deeper and longer at this, with little high-pitched gasps worked in. When I felt she was close I made my movements more exact, really articulating my letters, and at the curlicues of the QRS run she said, "right there, please please please, right there," so I began repeating those three letters over and over. She started to whine louder, repeating "right there, right there," and then her hands went to her face and she gasped and she came, her torso lifting up on one long shriek, then falling back to the mattress, and I kept licking her pussy and she shook gently around me, my hands gripping her thighs and ass, holding her to my head and face. When her shaking slowed and a long low moan started to emanate from her, I slowed up and stopped. I let go of her, her thighs released me, and I rose up over her.

Her hand covered her mouth but her eyes were wide, staring at me.

"Do you wanna have sex?" I asked.

She nodded, her eyes still wide, her hand not leaving her mouth.

I got on my knees between her legs, and directed my cock down toward her pussy. I teased her opening and looked up at her. Her hand left her mouth, her eyes traveled down my body to my dick, her hips squirmed, raised up and down, rubbing her vagina against my tip. I pushed in.

Her mouth opened wide and so did mine, discovering that her pussy was wonderfully tight. I pushed my head in, and then my shaft, and she gritted her teeth, and took a few deep inhales. I leaned my body down toward her and her arms flew around my back, holding me to her, and I slid the rest of my dick into her. Her body shook in my arms, and we stayed like this for a second, my cock bottomed out in her, her wrapped around me for dear life. I moved my hips sideways, pushing my cock around her tight walls, and she moaned into my ear. I kept my cock buried in her and started bouncing my hips, creating a small amount of friction and movement within her pussy, getting her wetter, loosening her up. She started making her sexy minx sounds once again, and my cock throbbed even thicker.

Then I properly lifted my hips, pulling my cock halfway out of her, and plunged it back in.

"Yes," she said in my ear.

I did it again.

"Yes, yes, yes."

I started fucking her, driving the length of my cock into her tight pussy, her still wrapped around me like a spider monkey. The mattress started squeaking with each drop of my hips, squeak, squeak, squeak, and my headboard bounced against the wall, thump, thump, thump. And Sofia squeaked too, in my ear, with each long push in of my cock.

After a bit I lifted my body up and used my hips to push her up the mattress, until her head raised up and pushed into a pillow against the headboard. I grabbed the top of the headboard with my hands and held it, my arms straight and tense, and looked down at her between my biceps. Her eyes were wide, her body compacted in the space beneath me, her massive tits pushed together between her arms. I started snaking my hips quickly, maintaining a forward motion to drive her into the headboard but still working the angles of her pussy and trying to stimulate her g-spot.

"You're so sexy," she said between squeaks of the mattress, her eyes dancing between my face, my arms, my torso.

I responded by increasing the rise and fall of my dick, and her eyes rolled up into her head briefly, her eyelids fluttering.

After a few minutes of this I sat back, staying buried in her, and lifted up her torso while I pushed my legs out underneath hers, pulling her up into lotus. Her head hung back until I'd pulled her up and then it snapped forward and her hair flew around her face, messy but sultry. I pulled her into me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and I kissed her. She kissed back fiercely, and started riding me, lifting and dropping her hips.

"You're so sexy," I said.

She smiled and clenched her jaw and rode me harder, something unleashing in her. I moved my hands down to her butt cheeks and spread them. She gasped, I pushed them together, she moaned. I bent my neck on a diagonal, as far as I could, to try to get one of her breasts in my mouth. I sucked on it, then licked her nipple, she squealed. I flicked this nipple over and over and she pulled my head up again and started kissing me wildly, biting my lower lip, running her tongue in and out of my mouth.

I let go of her ass and grabbed her by the back of the head and neck and pulled her face from mine. She grinned wildly, her jaw clenched.

"Look at you," I said. "Fuckin wild little thing."

She looked down at where my cock disappeared into her and gave it a good few bounces with her hips, before suddenly rising up far enough that it slid fully out of her. She grabbed it, held it in front of her stomach as she sat back down on my thighs, and started jacking it off with both hands.

"Holy shit," I said, the sensation amazing, her hands lubed up with the juices coating my cock.

She grinned, looked down at it lustily. "What an incredible penis," she said, her hands moving quickly up and down.

I put my chin over her shoulder, my arms wrapped around her and holding her tight, kissing and biting her neck. Then I pulled back and pushed my hands onto her tits and started playing with them, pushing them up and around. She moaned and looked to the ceiling and pushed them together between her upper arms, making them pop even bigger, jiggling with the motion of her hands running up and down my cock. I felt the pleasure building throughout my body.

"You're gonna make me come," I said.

"Yeah?" she said.

"Yeah."

I pushed forward again, pushing her onto her back, me lying over her, and she kept her hands working my cock, and I came.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled, and cum shot out of me onto her belly.

She gasped pleasurably and kept working my cock and more jizz splattered onto her stomach, a little bit spurting up onto the bottom of one breast.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," I kept saying, her hands incredible, the look of her incredible, the look of my cum on her tan body incredible.

She kept milking me until nothing else came out, and I collapsed forward, giving her one long kiss, before collapsing sideways onto the bed.

"Holy shit, Sofia," I said. "Holy shit."

She giggled. "Let me run to the bathroom."

"No, I'll get stuff for you."

I pushed myself up and off the bed, stumbled into the bathroom, and grabbed a roll of toilet paper. I got back and started wiping my cum off her. She watched me, a pleasant smile on her face. I threw away the refuse and then fell next to her on the bed again. We turned toward each other and made out for a bit, enjoying the afterglow.

"Thank you," she said.

"Thank you," I said.

We lay there for a while, letting our breathing slow, then put our clothes back on and moved back into the living room to finish our drinks. We agreed it was probably best she didn't spend the night, and I drove her back to her car.

Before she got out of mine, she leaned across the console and we kissed, long and sensually.

"If I promise to keep it casual," she said, "can we do this again?"

"If we can keep this casual, we can do this whenever and how many ever times we want."

"Perfect," she said. "Talk to you soon."

And she got out of my car and into hers and I drove away.