Just Sex Ch. 01: Jenna by Doublethink34

As much as I love a slow burn--a story that begins innocently and has a careful, steady arc in which two characters transform from strangers into anything but by the end--my patience, and as a result, my brain, has been struggling with the creation of a quality build up worthy of Literotica readers for some time now. Though I have plenty of sequels in the works, the challenge of completing any of them is real, and I know this is something that all writers experience at some point.

At the same time, I am full of ideas for encounters but have lacked the motivation to make them into full length stories because of my near absent motivation to construct the build-up and set the background the scenario rightly deserves.

Such is the genesis of this new series, "Just Sex." Each "chapter" relates a single encounter and is split into three distinct parts: Ten Minutes Before; The Encounter; and Ten Minutes After.

Call it what you will: a "quickie" or the more crude term "stroker." The purpose is to get you into the fantasy quickly, deliver the goods (whatever that may be for you), and get you out--all in about 1000-1500 words. And if you just want the good part you can jump right to The Encounter and read the first and last chapters later or not at all. You can also read the parts in reverse order and see if it lands differently.

My hope is that I can deliver quality erotica in readily consumable bites. I am hoping that it will also allow me to explore some sub-genres that I have been wanting to dip my toes into for quite some time.

Each story is unrelated to proceeding and subsequent stories and will stand on its own, unless there are requests to continue any one story (or more). I will happily entertain that. Let me know in the comments!

The first entry, "Jenna The Dog Walker," is an age gap story, which is not a reach for me admittedly, but hopefully it will grease the skids and allow other sub-genres to flow from me easily.

Happy reading and thank you for your support and feedback!

--Dani

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

Jenna The Dog Walker

Ten Minutes Before

Jenna was 19 and a freshman at the university in town. My wife had seen an advertisement on a bulletin board at work offering the services of a college student dog walker. Though I work from home, my schedule is packed from 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. with calls and meetings, and my wife is at the office six days a week during the same hours.

None of this is conducive to owning a dog, especially in an apartment in the city. But when we rescued Monty, an 80 pound mutt, we didn't think about that. All we knew is that he needed a home and he needed love. We gave him both to the best of our ability.

What we couldn't give him was a much needed daily afternoon walk. That's where Jenna came in. She would come by the apartment after class at around 2:00 p.m. and take Monty to the park for about an hour. She would bring him home exhausted and happy.

I actually didn't interact with Jenna too much at first. Sometimes I would be so busy that she would just stick her head in my office door to let me know she was leaving and that Monty was fed. I would give her the thumbs up and get back to work.

Lately, Jenna had been asking to stay at the apartment after her walk with Monty to do homework. Traffic leaving the city was tough, and she lived with her parents in the suburbs to save money, so it made sense for her to do work and wait out the traffic. Plus she often had practice on campus for her club sports in the evenings.

I would often come out of my office as she did her homework to get a glass of water or snack. Initially we didn't speak at all. She didn't even look up from her textbook and notebook when I passed by. Eventually, she would avert her gaze from her work briefly and we would exchange pleasantries. Soon enough, my 4:00 p.m. sojourn to the kitchen became the highlight of my day, and from what I could tell, her day too.

A minute or two of small talk evolved into 30 minutes on the couch talking about school, life, work, and everything in between. She had poker straight dark brown hair that went to her mid back, expressive blue eyes and a perfect smile. Her cheeks would flush pink at any hint of talk of a romantic relationship. Her eyes would lock briefly with mine and then almost instantly dart to the textbook resting on her thighs. Her slender, light tan arms and legs were toned from her dedication to college club sports.

She frequently wore a short navy blue athletic skirt that went to just above her mid thighs with a short sleeved scoop neck athletic top. She sat cross-legged on our couch, a perfect view of her thighs blocked only by the expansive textbook resting on her lap.

In a few short weeks, I went from barely acknowledging Jenna as she kept our dog busy each afternoon to counting the minutes until she graced me with her presence and took me away from the monotony of work for a little while.

Each day, our interactions became more personal, more engaged, and more intimate. Though singularly beautiful, she had never dated, barely even touched a man, let alone had sex. I was in disbelief. Her cheeks flushed fiery read as she confessed her shyness like a fatal flaw, her voice lowering to a whisper, as if someone in the neighboring apartment might hear and broadcast her celibacy. Tears began to cascade from her long eye lashes.

The Encounter

I drew close to her on the couch as her voice became barely audible. Sniffling between her words, she cast her blue eyes up at me, startled at first, then her gaze softened, revealing a certain need--a need to be touched, desired, and adored.

Judgement faded. Ethics evaporated. My lips were on hers. Her tongue slid over mine as I took her tear covered cheeks in my hands. Resting my forehead on hers, I looked deep into her eyes.

"Jenn--" She didn't let me finish, arresting my lips and tongue in a deep kiss.

"Yes.....yes....please...," she whispered into my mouth.

The textbook on her lap, once a formidable barrier to her wanting virgin cunt, crashed to the floor as I rotated her body to face mine. This tome of well-thumbed pages of a soon to be forgotten college course would now witness from the floor below its reader getting fucked for the first time by a married man more than twice her age.

We kissed deeply as my hands slid up her muscular yet soft thighs, my erection surging under my pants. I quickly discovered that the inside of her athletic skirt had inner tights that hugged her upper thighs--and everything else, so they would have to go. With a gentle tug at her waist band, they slid effortlessly down her legs and joined her textbook on the floor.

Her musk wafted up the space between us as I undid my pants and lowered them just enough to let my cock spring free. Her scent was earthy yet sweet, like a meadow after a summer storm.

I rested my forehead on hers as my tip came to rest on her tuft of cropped pubic hair. Taking her head in my hands, she knew from my gaze that I was seeking her consent again. She nodded and smiled, spreading her legs wide for me.

We kissed with ardor as my hands moved to her bare hips. I guided my tip down and separated her lips. We gasped in unison as I entered her. She was slick and tight. A wince or two glanced her countenance while I opened her and eased my length into her slowly. Her cheeks flushed a fiery red as I found her center. Biting her lower lip, she locked eyes with me as she got fucked for the first time with her back up against the soft leather arm of my couch.

I started slowly, barely moving my cock, pleasure rocking us both. I ran my hands up her arms and held them over her head. She shifted slightly, my transits becoming more steady and confident, her virginity vanishing in the heat between us. A delicious wet sound accompanied each thrust as the leather cushion below us became slick with our juices.

We found a rhythm quickly, her hips moving in unison with my thrusts. We moaned into each other's mouths, our unified ecstasy building each time her sex wrapped around my length, consuming me with the lust finally set free and allowed to greedily devour the cock being fed to her.

Neither of us would last long, She was hurdling toward her first orgasm. I steadied her hips between my hands as my lust for her boiled over, destroying her virginal innocence. I was amazed that I lasted this long with this 19 year-old co-ed under me. I gave one final deep thrust before her breath tripped over itself and her jaw fell open. She was silent, eyes closed, her pussy quivering around my erupting cock. I held her close as we came, the warmth of my seed melting her pelvis. Perhaps I would impregnate her. As crazy as it sounds, at that moment, I did not care.

Ten Minutes After

We looked at each other in disbelief, breathless with beads of sweat on our brows. Her palms up against my still clothed chest, my hands cradling her face, which still bore a sheen of innocence, though a different flavor than 10 minutes ago.

I slipped out of her. She confidently smiled as she looked down on my softening cock, glistening with her juices and my cum. The last of my climax soaked her tuft of public hair and trickled down to the slick of juices on the couch cushion below us.

We cleaned up promptly. She donned her skirt and I did up my pants. I started dinner, concealing the bleachy smell of sex that filled the living room.

My wife arrived home promptly at 6:15 p.m., as regular as a German train schedule, a helpful observation for future trysts with Jenna. The scent of Bolognese sauce filled the apartment. I sighed in relief.

My wife greeted Jenna, whose cheeks remained flush, now a lovely hue of pink.

"Will you come tomorrow, Jenna?" She asked as she hung up her coat.

"I hope to!" She answered, shooting me a sly wink as she collected the forgotten textbook on the floor and made her way to the door.

Just Sex Ch. 01: Jenna

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