Episode 5 - Dirty Business

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Jilly was late. She was meeting Bambi at the trendy new club in town, but right now she was expecting a chap called Tom Jenkins, a friend of Bambi's who'd offered to pick her up as he was staying on the same side of town. Unfortunately for Jilly, Tom was a little early and was now rapping loudly on her door.

Grabbing a towel to wrap around her nakedness, she ran to open the door. You must be Tom, I'm Jilly. Look, sorry about the state of me, I promise I won't be long.

Why don't you help yourself to a cold beer? She said all in one breath, checking him out thoroughly in the process. Tousled hair, cheeky grin and slightly built, Tom Jenkins was a bit of an overgrown schoolboy she mused, thinking he must only be in his early twenties.

Still, he was quite cute. She ran off into the bathroom, the towel flapping wildly behind her giving Tom an eyeful as he walked into the frame at the kitchen door. Jilly switched on the power shower and a moment later stepped into the cubicle.

As she started to soap her body, a wry smile crept onto her lips as she wondered if Tom had clocked her premeditated display of arse. She loved to tease. As the soap sud started cascading down her back, steely grey eyes observed from the other room through the bathroom door left slightly ajar.

Hell, Bambi hadn't mentioned her friend was such a babe, he thought. Flicking the ring pull on the beer can, it promptly frothed uncontrollably down the front of his trousers. Hurriedly, he dabbed himself with the tea towel, not wanting to miss the floor show, feeling his cock harden as he rubbed the material, his eyes now firmly fixed upon her.

He watched as she lathered her hair, and how some fell in large globs onto that perfect peach of her backside. She turned in profile, revealing the fullness of her breasts, her nipples hidden beneath a peak of soapy bubbles. He could only imagine how large or small they were, whether the nipples were brown, puckered and aroused, or pink, large and relaxed.

What he didn't have to imagine was her scent. He'd smelt it, vaguely, as she ran across the room, but more so when the first deluge of hot water hit her body, and wafted out through the door. Suddenly there was silence, as the shower was switched off and Tom instinctively turned back into the living room, clutching the beer can tightly to his chest.

He conjured up every asexual thought he could muster to avoid the embarrassment of displaying his acute excitement so readily. Jilly was now rustling in her bedroom wardrobe, so Tom took the opportunity to nip into the bathroom himself. His trousers were still damp at the front, and as he pulled out his cock he looked down to see a pool of pre-cum had filled the little reservoir contained by his foreskin.

It was clear, and very sticky. God, he wanted to fuck her. But for now he'd have to relieve himself.

A couple of minutes later, not realising the bathroom was occupied, Jilly walked in and froze on the sight of Tom's cock. She found it hugely arousing that a complete stranger was now masturbating in her bathroom, especially with a cock that thick. With one hand propped on the wall next to the full-length mirror, Tom leaned heavily on it whilst the other hand worked hard on self-relief.

His eyes were shut, his brow furrowed, and a bead of sweat dribbled down his temple. She stood silently for a minute as if watching a one-man erotic show being put on especially for her. In one constant movement, she slipped silently onto her knees between Tom and the mirror, and took him undefended in her mouth.

She simply couldn't help herself. The surprise and warmth shocked Tom over the edge, his eyes snapping open in disbelief. In that moment he surrendered his entire being to her, now releasing his masturbating hand and lacing his fingers into her hair to gain full purchase for his final delivery.

The sight of his thick cock filling a woman's mouth was something he fantasised about often, but he'd never let happen before, fearful he'd be too big to take comfortably. For the first time in his life, Tom felt totally under a woman's control, and it was an incredible feeling. Jilly's full mouth was hungrily sliding up and down his shaft while she used her tongue to whip around his knob for maximum effect.

Tom couldn't fight back words any more. God! was all he could repeat aloud to himself as he fought to preserve the feeling as long as possible.

He desperately wanted to sink his cock inside her. This was indeed an unexpected turn of events this evening, but he wasn't complaining. Bambi had introduced him to a number of her friends over the past six months, so he shouldn't have been surprised or unprepared when Bambi had asked him to pick up Jilly this evening, but somehow she was different to the others.

There was an intuitive sexuality that oozed from Jilly, who seemed oblivious to the power she had unleashed from within. Maybe it was her playful nature which moved seamlessly into a raw sensuality that simmered just beneath the surface. He didn't know, but he wasn't about to analyse it here and now.

Tom tried to pull Jilly to her feet, anxious to return pleasure. She simply looked up and said, no, let me take care of you, before taking his full length into her mouth again, so he could feel pressure at the end of his cock. It was indescribably good.

He was powerless to argue, and Jilly simply wasn't about to engage in any negotiation. She'd assumed he was her new master, and that she must therefore strive to satisfy him, so she hadn't hesitated at the first opportunity to prove herself. She wanted, or in fact needed, to maintain control of the situation, uncomfortable with where things could potentially lead if her ex Jim was anything to go by.

She wasn't sure she was ready for the adventure Bambi had spoken about. For now, she was dipping a toe into the unknown to see what the temperature felt like. It felt good.

Jilly now demanded the final prize, and cupping his balls, tried to project the sexiest image she could to him, to underpin the force of his fast approaching climax. Tom gazed down. In that face, he saw the woman of his dreams, and exploded into her mouth.

He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this treatment, but he wanted more, too.