Jen-Jen Moves In

"Hi Steve," Came the sound of Cynthia's voice as she came in my surgery as I was watching one of my online lectures on the computer. It was over a week since we had parted company for her to see her minister.

"Hi Cynthia, enjoy your dinner with your minister?" I asked her trying to sound as if I cared but was inwardly disappointed she had abandoned me.

"It was O.K.! She was very nice and polite, you know, just like you'd expect from a vicar, but, well, she wasn't very, romantic, you know. She's not as positive as you. She doesn't seem to know what she wants. And Emma called me," She added finally.

"Really?" I asked her. "What about?"

"Really, she feels awkward about what happened but would like to see you again," She told me hesitantly. It sounded like Cynthia didn't want to hook up with her again or for me to either.

"She was really nice, couldn't hold her drink, but very nice. Not that I don't like you as well," I added, hurriedly. "It's you I like. Not her really."

"I'm free this afternoon," Cynthia whispered seductively in my ear, "And you could like me a little more? If you want to that is?" Behind me I heard a door open and someone come in the practice.

I was suddenly bewildered. I had been dumped hadn't I? Wasn't she going to be seeing her minister? What was happening? Behind me the footsteps came closer and I turned round to look who it might be.

"What are you two doing here?" She asked gently. "I know Cynthia but I don't know you," She said looking at me. "It's O.K. Cynthia, you can go now. Have a nice weekend." She said, formally to her. It sounded like she had been dismissed. The woman looked me up and down and Cynthia tried to mouth something to me as she left but I couldn't understand what she meant.

"Can I help you? I mean, I don't know who you are," I said to her. This was one stunning woman, well made up and wearing a floral pattern dress to just below the knees, low cut top and a beautiful, made up face and a figure to match. Obviously wealthy and had the time to keep herself trim, and the money of course.

"I'm Helen," She said as if that explained everything.

"Sorry. Helen who?" I asked.

"Helen Williams. Your boss' wife," She informed me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise. You should have told me. What can I do for you?" I asked her. "I'm Steve Earle, the new Dentist."

"Bill told me about you and he didn't do you justice at all. There are lots of things you could do for me, I promise you," She said, emphasizing the word me. "He's away on a course in America, gone for the week. Taken his nurse, Julia. Doing a course is his code for shagging Julia." Helen sounded rather bitter about it, as well she might I supposed. "He's not back until next Friday, come back to my place and I'll make you some lunch." She came round behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder, "What are you watching?"

"Just my Master's course, one of the lectures," I told her.

"I was hoping it would be some porn. Something we could watch together, but you're all the same you dentists. Work, work, work and then you shag your nurse."

"That's a little unfair. And I don't 'shag' my nurse." I actually shag two of your receptionists I thought to myself, but not saying it out loud. The talk of porn surprised me though. In fact I was constantly surprised how much women liked. Particularly older women.

"Don't you? Then you can shag the boss' wife instead. I'm tipsy so you can take as much advantage of me as you want to. Come on, you can drive me home," She said and I realised all of a sudden that she was slurring her words. More than just tipsy I thought. And obviously unconcerned that she was considerably older than me, and that she was the boss' wife to complicate things even more. I left the surgery and she followed, stopping only to set the alarm and shut the door and lock it. "Is that your car?" She asked, and before I could answer, "Very nice. Take me home. And then to Nirvana."

She tumbled into the passenger seat and her dress rode up her thighs revealing long slender legs, uncovered by any tights or stockings. "Like the view?" She asked as I climbed in the driver's side. "You can see more when we get to my place." And she pulled the hem up further.

"What's your address?" I asked wanting to put it into the Sat-Nav. She told me and off we went. I let rip with the accelerator for a few seconds, pushing her into the seat.

"Wow," She said, "This is fast."

It took twenty minutes to get to her house and it was massive, huge, more like a mansion than a house. She opened the door and beckoned me inside and as soon as I entered she closed the door and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep and passionate French kiss. "Fancy a dip? We have a pool in the basement, no windows so we can skinny dip if you like. "She took me by the hand and pulled me to the stairs and we went down to the pool, which was fairly big and warm. "Help me with my dress, I can never reach the zipper."

I pulled the zip down to reveal she was not wearing a bra and she dropped the front and turned back to face me, showing off a very nice, firm looking pair of breasts. Taking both my hands she placed one on each boob and squeezed them to massage her. She closed her eyes as I pinched both nipples letting her dress fall to the floor, leaving her in just a small pair of panties and her high heeled shoes. It was a very nice view, but she was still the boss' wife and therefore off limits as far as I had been concerned. That is until now. She slipped off her panties and stepped out of her shoes and jumped into the water. "What are you waiting for?" She asked me as she swam across the pool. "If you can catch me you can take me any way you want to," She shouted.

I didn't need to be asked twice so I stripped off and joined her. I forgot the boss' wife being off limits. She was in front of me in a second, wrapping her legs round me and kissing me deeply. "Now, get that cock of yours inside me, pronto, and make me come," She demanded. Without waiting she took hold of my cock and guided it to her vagina and pulled me inside her, groaning the moment I was in her. "Now, do it to me." She was impatient and she was in a hurry and she took control, shagging me rather than making love together and she came in just a few moments, hugging me tight as her orgasm shook through her. "God, that felt good." She said as she subsided. "Want to continue swimming or shall we go on up to the bedroom?"

I'd never had sex in the water before and I was constantly worried about losing my footing and slipping under the surface. It was uncomfortable . "Let's try the bedroom," I suggested as we climbed out of the pool. I stooped to pick up my clothes but she stopped me.

"You won't need those for a while. They'll be safe here. Come on," She took my hand and dragged me upstairs to a very grand bedroom, complete with four poster bed, silver satin and white lace sheets and pushed me onto the edge. "You didn't come in the pool so you can come now. She knelt down in front of me and gave me one of the longest, sloppiest and enjoyable blow jobs I had ever had. When I came, I came in torrents, right down her throat and she swallowed it all, not losing a drop. "I love the taste of that stuff," She purred. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" I simply nodded in reply. Incredible I thought. How good at sex must his nurse be so he cheats on this beautiful and experienced creature, I thought to myself? Was it because Julia was simply younger, or whatever. I decided I was just going to enjoy myself.

"Fancy watching some porn DVDs?" She asked me, pushing a button on the side of the bed and a huge plasma screen TV dropped down from the ceiling. Without waiting for a reply from me a movie started, 'Cougars cum with their Boys' came the title and we watched several flicks of older women being 'entertained' by young men. My cock hardened and she noticed and started stroking it gently, "You were enjoying that weren't you?" She asked.

"Yes, I was. I like mature women. I like having sex with them as well," I confessed to her.

"Well, have sex with me," She said as she pushed me back, climbed on top on me and sat on my cock, letting it find its way deep inside her. "God that feels good. You're much bigger than Bill, and longer," She told me as she started to ride me, slowly and with long strokes. I didn't have to do anything and she came twice, not stopping either time until I came again and pumped a few more ropes of my semen into her vagina. "I enjoyed that," She said quietly as she climbed off me once again. "Would you like a drink?" She asked me.

"No thanks, I have to drive so I don't think that would be clever of me," I told her

"Does that mean you're going?" She asked me

"I will be, but I wasn't expecting to just yet, why? Have you got another guy coming along later?" I asked her.

Will you stay the night?" She asked me.

"Depends?" I replied.

"On what?"

"On the range of lingerie you can show me," I said, laughing.

"I have lots of lingerie and I love having sex wearing it. Would you like to see some now?" She asked me eagerly, leaping off the bed and disappearing into a dressing room. She emerged a few minutes later and what she was wearing looked stunning. It was a red satin bodice with lace trim, suspenders attached and clipped onto black fishnet stockings, trimmed with red lace and black high heels. Her hair was now piled on top of her head and she was wearing heavy make-up including eye shadow and deep red lipstick. She looked like a high class whore, and I realised I was going to have a lengthy sex session with her.

There was a leather armchair opposite the bed and she sat down on the edge of the cushion and spread her legs apart, pushing a finger deep inside herself while another played with her clitoris, masturbating herself in front of me. She did it slowly and carefully, giving a long show, eventually coming with a climactic orgasm. She was covered in a film of perspiration when she finished.

My erection was back and no wonder after that show and she saw it and came over, taking hold of my cock again. "Where do you want to come?" She asked me.

"Pardon?" I answered, not sure what she meant.

"Which hole? I enjoy it wherever you come," She said in a matter of fact sort of way. "I just want your spunk inside me, whichever way you want. Make me come."

"As God intended I think," I said as I grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed and climbed between her legs and simply pushed my cock right in, full and deep. It was easy because she was already wet and slippery and she grunted as I think I hit her cervix.

"That feels so good. Now. Do it," She commanded me. And so I started moving in and out, making her groan with pleasure every time I hit the cervix again. "I love it when it's in deep, keep going."

I kept going and she climaxed a couple of times again, bucking as she did so and then it was my turn and I came as well, pumping just a couple of spurts of semen into her making it all squishy inside her, leaking out onto the clean satin bed sheets. We stayed locked together after my orgasm and I didn't deflate so she wiggled around with me inside her. "What would you like me to wear now?" She asked.

"I don't know, what is there?" I replied.

"Basically anything you want. I have loads of fancy gear." She told me.

"If we do too much then there'll be nothing left for another time," I suggested. Helen simply looked disappointed.

"It's because I'm old isn't it?" She asked me, looking as if she were going to burst into tears.

"Not at all, you're very attractive and I've enjoyed being with you today and I'd like for us to do this again sometime. Perhaps when Bill goes on his next course? The truth is I'm really tired and I want to go home to bed and sleep," I explained to her. "And you're not old," I told her.

"You can sleep here if you like," She suggested hopefully.

"No thank you, I really prefer my own bed," I told her. "Would you do this again sometime?" I asked her, making her brighten up immediately.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes, really. I told you I enjoyed it, I really did," I told her truthfully.

"When?" She continued.

"Whenever we get the chance, really," I reassured her. "Friday afternoons are good," I told her. "I'm usually at the practice, doing some studying." Then I realised Cynthia might be put out if I swapped her for Helen.

"O.K. that's a date. Bill goes playing golf when he's not on courses, every Friday afternoon," And she sounded happy at that. I got up and dressed.

"See you Friday, maybe. I can't promise it will be every Friday but some, I promise," I said as I left her lying on the bed in her delicious lingerie outfit, making my cock harden in as my eyes wandered over her, and she noticed it too: raising her eyebrows looking blatantly at it as it enlarged.

Once I'd dressed and driven home I thought about what I was going to do for Saturday and Sunday. I didn't fancy visiting my Mum and Dad but was at a loss about how to stave off the boredom. I had a beer and made myself some pasta, watching the Friday night football game on TV, a bad habit, with my food perched on my knees. Of course the doorbell went off. Turning on the intercom I was surprised to see Cynthia there. "Hiya. Can I come up?" She asked me.

"Of course," I told her and opened the door remote. "I'm on the eighth floor, apartment two. In case you don't remember." A couple of minutes later there was a light tapping on my door. Opening it, Cynthia stood in front of me, smiling shyly. She was wearing a raincoat, buttoned up to her throat, hiding everything she was wearing. It had obviously been raining since I got home and the coat was shining wet and her hair was plastered to her head, completely flat.

"Hi Cynthia, come on in. You look soaked and cold," I told her.

"Yes, I am a bit. Well actually, more than a bit. Both actually." She replied as she stepped into my flat. "Actually, I'm really cold mostly."

I closed the door shut behind her and followed her through to the lounge, "I didn't know that you knew my address or how to get here," I told her.

"I was naughty, I looked it up on your record card." She told me, looking very guilty. "Not very professional but I wanted to see you again."

"Not a problem, can I take your coat?" I asked her. She nodded vigorously in reply and slipped it off her shoulders revealing a very dowdy pleated skirt and a very plain blouse, buttoned to her throat. "How did you get here?"

"Taxi," Came the simple reply. "Your apartment is lovely. I wish I could live somewhere like this," She told me as she looked around "Is that a balcony over there," The light was fading outside as evening approached.

"Yep, want to see it?"

"Yes please," She sounded like a little girl in a sweetshop. I thought she was going to skip over the lounge carpet to look out the window.

I opened the door and beckoned her to follow me out onto the veranda, which she did hesitantly. She leaned over the balcony and gasped and nearly fainted when she saw how high we were. I took her by the arm and sat her down on one of the chairs. "Don't you go all wobbly when you look over?" She asked me.

"No, but then again I don't try to throw myself off it when I come out here," I told her as she began to recover her wits. "Would you like a drink? And do you want to stay the night?" I asked her.

"Yes and yes please," She answered me then stood up suddenly. I left my overnight bag outside the door. I'll just go and get it. I wasn't sure I'd be welcomed."

"I'm sure it will still be there, I'll get that drink while you're gone and you are welcome," I told her. She came back just a few moments later with a small canvas holdall as I finished pouring her a glass of white wine. She reached inside the bag and pulled out a small baby doll nightdress which was almost completely transparent and which I reckoned couldn't possibly reach her thighs.

"Do you like it?" She asked me sheepishly

"Yes, I do, but I'd like to see you in it rather than just holding it up to see. If you see what I mean that is." She put it back in the bag and took the glass of wine I was holding out to her, then drank it in one go.

"Can I have another please?" She asked shyly.

"Of course, when did you buy the nightie?" I asked her as I poured another glass of wine.

"This afternoon after work," She told me. "I was thinking to myself that perhaps I dressed a little too dowdy and I could perhaps improve my appearance a bit. I was wondering if you'd come with me if I did a little shopping tomorrow?"

"Sure," I told her. "I'll look forward to that."

That brought on a smile. "There's a couple of ideas I'd like to try for you as well." That was a relief, not having to broach the subject of her dress sense.

I bought some more stuff, underwear. Would you like to see what it was I bought?" She asked.

"Later, I said, have you eaten?" I replied.

"Yes, I have," She said as she bent forwards and took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it revealing a very small thong and a pair of stocking tops, no suspender belt. "Do you like these as well?"

I could only nod in reply as she dropped the hem and unbuttoned her blouse, peeling it back to reveal a very sexy bra, barely covering her petite breasts and I cupped one in each of my hands making her gasp. "I am dowdy aren't I?" She asked me, looking up at me with her sad face.

"Your clothes are, I have to admit, but the person underneath isn't and I look at the person not the clothes." I told her honestly. "And if you're honest, it's the wrong time to ask me when I have one of your boobs in each hand, isn't it?" She smiled again.

You mean you only like me when I'm not wearing clothes?" She asked, innocently.

"No, don't be disingenuous. Clothes can easily be changed. The inner person isn't so easy," And that brought on another smile. She broke away and stepped back.

"Did you have sex with Mrs Williams?" She asked me, out of the blue, looking sad and serious again.

I took a deep breath. "I didn't get much choice. She was really pushy."

"I know, she does it with all the young dentists, even the female ones," Cynthia told me. For myself I began to wonder if all women had sex with women or was I just in a group of lesbians, bisexuals? "She tried it on with me once. I said no. I wondered afterwards if I should have gone along with it, but I'm glad I didn't." She hesitated, "Now." Cynthia stepped back in front of me, glass in hand. "I don't mind, I mean, I don't own you, do I?"

"No, and I don't own you. So you can do whatever you want with whoever you want, like the vicar," I told her. "At the moment. And at the moment it's just me and you," The smile came back. She put her glass down on the table, reached behind her back and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. "She was pretty boring you know. It's damp, everything is. The rain, you know?" She told me, as if that explained everything. "Aren't your clothes damp?"

"Now you mention it yes they are," Although they weren't and I hadn't been outside and so I was completely dry, but I did realise what she was leading up to. In a moment I was down to my boxers and Cynthia stood there, just the small bra hiding her breasts and the thong, with erotic support from the stockings.

"Are you really pleased to see me?" She asked as she stared, embarrassingly at the growing bulge in my underwear, raising her eyebrow as she asked.

"Yes," Was my simple reply.

"I went to see my doctor today as well. I am on the pill now so that should stop one worry," She told me casually.

"Not for at least six weeks," I told her.

"Well, it's not really the pill, it's the implant buried under the skin," She raised her arm so I could see the wound and stitches where it had been inserted. "And she said I was safe straight away."