The Desire – A Jennifer Stokes story – ch.3

3.

The meeting with the investors went well and Jennifer ended the week on a high note. She drove home to her apartment, thinking of red hair.

Jennifer thought she needed a name for the mystery woman. ‘The woman from the bathroom,’ or ‘The redhead,’ just didn’t cut it. Until Jennifer learned her real name she had to call her something else.

“What will I call you?” Jennifer asked herself out loud. She thought about it while waiting for a red light.

“Jill!” she exclaimed. “I’ll call you Jill. It’s perfect.” Jennifer smiled at her cleverness. Jill was indeed a very good name for this redheaded woman. ‘Jill’ was short for ‘jilling,’ a slang term for female masturbation. The light turned green and she drove off.

Traffic was heavy, but it didn’t bother her, she was in a good mood. Once she finally got in the door of her apartment, she dropped her purse and coat over a chair and headed for the kitchen. Jennifer grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured herself a large glass before heading to the living room. She pushed a button on the wall for the radio, then plopped down on the sofa, kicking her shoes off, letting them fall where they might. Jennifer leaned back, sighed, and thought once more of Jill.

Jennifer loved men. She loved how they looked, how they smelled, and especially how they fucked. She loved a good hard cock, whether it was in her mouth or buried deep in her pussy. Jennifer didn’t jump into bed with every man she met though. She was quite choosy about who she was intimate with, usually having to date several times before things got sexual. In fact, she had only had sex twice in the last four months. One guy she met through some mutual friends. He was nice, but it didn’t work out. The other, more recent one was Will, Jennifer’s co-worker.

‘*Ah, Will*.’ she thought. He was the one behind the cryptic invitation to the party in Paris, the host for what turned out to be an eye opening experience for her, to say the least. It had been a night filled with unimaginable pleasure.

But as Jennifer sipped her second glass of wine, she kept playing that scene from work over and over in her mind. The passion in that voice, the squishy sound of fingers plunging in and out. These thoughts soon had Jennifer feeling far too hot for her clothing. Setting her nearly empty glass on a nearby table, she stood, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her light blue blouse was next. Lastly, she reached behind her to undo her lacy bra. It felt good to be out of it and she tossed it on the sofa as she walked toward the kitchen.

The cool tile floor in the kitchen felt good on the soles of her bare feet. Yanking open the fridge, she grabbed the bottle of wine and spun around, closing the door with her hip. Jennifer took a quick drink from the bottle, then pressed the cold glass against her body.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, startled at just how cold it actually was. But she continued moving the bottle slowly across her skin, over her stomach and breasts, pausing at each nipple until they stood away from her chest, stiff and hard.

Jennifer could see her reflection in the hallway mirror. She looked at her breasts, cupping the left one in her hand. They were on the small side, but they fit her body just right and in certain clothes she could go without a bra. She gazed at herself as she took her left nipple between her thumb and finger and pinched, hard. She gasped as an electric shock went straight to her pussy, one that continued to tingle long after she released her grasp.

Strolling towards the large windows on the far side of the room, her hips swayed to the beat of the music, the bottle at her side. Her apartment was dark and she had a clear view of the city. Jennifer gazed out at the night skyline and raised the bottle to her lips.

“Where are you Jill?” she asked as her fingers lazily traced the outline of her pussy through the soft material of her panties. She sipped her wine, slowly stroking her fingers back and forth as she stared through the glass.

Jennifer turned her head from the window a few minutes later, to look at the bottle in her hand. Perhaps it was the wine, or the fact that she was horny as hell, but the long neck, the bulb at the end, reminded her of a hard cock. She raised the bottle to her mouth, her tongue circling the end before pushing it in. Jennifer licked and sucked the bottle like it was a real cock, while her hand slipped past the waistband of her panties, her fingers gliding over the soft triangle of hair. Moving past her throbbing clit and between her smooth wet lips, they continued on until reaching their goal and slid deep into her hole.

“Ahhhhhh….”.

Jennifer’s fingers moved in and out while her mouth worked the bottle. Above her soft moans she could hear a faint squishy sound.

Instantly, the thought of Jill made her redouble her efforts, the sound increasing. Her panties were too restrictive so she set the bottle down and with her thumbs, slid them to the floor. The soaked crotch stuck to her for a moment, then came free, a long, thick string of her juice trailing behind.

Jennifer grabbed the bottle again, but instead of her mouth, her wet pussy was the target. She didn’t ease it in either, but rather sank as much as possible into herself in one motion.

“Ohhh God, that’s good!”

Sliding it almost out she paused before plunging it back in. Over and over the bottle moved in and out of her.

“Yes, that’s it….fuck me!”

Wine was sloshing from the bottle with her thrusts, splashing up inside her already drenched pussy.

“Unh,” she moaned with each thrust, “Unh…..Unh…..Unh.”

Jennifer leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the window, her dark hair hanging in her face as she continued to fuck the bottle faster.

“Oh….Oh…..Oohhh yaaa,” she moaned. “Fuck me Will! Fuck my dirty little cunt!”

Jennifer’s hand was moving at a feverish pace, her orgasm quickly building.

“Yes…..Yes…..Yes…..Ooohhh a little more. Oh yes, oooohhhh FUCK!!”

Jennifer shook as she climaxed, the bottle pushed deep inside.

When she finally caught her breath, she slid the bottle from her swollen pussy and took one last drink,savouring the mixture of wine and cum on her lips and down her throat.

Jennifer was exhausted but made her way to the master suite where she collapsed naked on the king sized bed and was soon sound asleep.

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