First Afternoon With Jenni

First Afternoon With Jenni

My phone chimes and my heart starts to race. I am expecting a message from her. I pick up my phone and open the message. "Hi, yes, I slept well thanks. You? What are you up to?" I reply that I am busy painting a room in our house and jokingly enquire if she was still sleeping, since it is almost 11 o' clock already. I smile as I read her reply that she wasn't sleeping, just that she was still in bed because her ex husband has the kids for the weekend and she does not know what to do with all her time. She tells me she is impressed that I am so hard at work already on the weekend and then she enquires if my wife is helping me paint the room. I reply to her that my wife is out of town for work until Tuesday. Then I get a reply that gets my heart racing. "How far are you with your task? I can surely use some company." I reply to her that I estimate that I would only need another half an hour, at most an hour to clean up too. Then she suggests that I should come spend the day at her place, have lunch and that I should bring wine and my camera and lots of energy. I smile, put down the phone, finish and clean up.

Jenni and I work together at a fairly big school. We met each other in the year I started working there, but never really got to know each other. She is a member of the support staff so we only got to know each other when I had to communicate with her department. She was divorced, had two kids and now lived in a cottage on her friend's ranch just outside of town. She is about 5'2 115 pounds with 34B breasts and cropped black hair. She has a cute smile and she's very energetic. Recently, I saw that she started trail running, on her social media page. I like the pictures of her in her running tights and she has no reservations of posting pictures of her in her tight running gear.

Now I have to disclose as I mentioned earlier that I am married, no kids yet. The irony is that I met Jenni when I was engaged and by the time I got married, both her and my feelings for each other started to surface more and more. I love my wife dearly, but every now and then Jenni would visit my fantasies especially when I was home alone.

I finished cleaning everything, showered, and packed my camera as she requested. I grabbed a few bottles of wine from the shelve and drove to her place. I have been there once before when I did a photoshoot for her and her kids. I remember the energy between us on that day when all we really wanted to do was tear each other's clothes of and fuck our brains out, but we considered the kids and the fact that her divorce was still dragging on.

Almost at the ranch I phoned her and she remotely opened the gate. She met me on the porch with a big smile, tight jeans, a loose fitting tank top and an ice cold beer. Jokingly I asked if she wasn't going to offer coffee first. Laughingly she replied that if she had to paint a room in summer she wouldn't want coffee as a "reward". I took the beer from her hand and sat down next to her on the couch she has on the porch. We started talking about work and she told me some gossip she heard about who on the staff is pregnant and who's having affairs. The usual stuff. Then I asked her what the camera was for and she told me she was so impressed with my previous photoshoot of her and her kids that she was hoping that I could take a few pictures of her for her social media profile. "Sure", I agreed and picked up my camera. She told me to slow down and relax, then asked if I wanted another beer. I accepted the offer.

While she was getting the beers in the kitchen I quickly had to adjust my erection in my jeans. Her smell and the hint of her being braless under her tank top had my blood pumping. Not to mention the fact that we have sent some very flirtatious texts to each other recently and here we are all by ourselves. A very rare opportunity. We sat around talking some more and then she said that she is ready for her photoshoot if it's okay with me. We discussed where and how she wanted me to take the pictures. I took out my camera and started to click away. She had so much fun and I captured the most beautiful photos while she laughed at my silly jokes and ridiculous impressions.

When it was finished she asked me to hand her the camera and to fetch us two more beers from the fridge while she looked at the images on the camera's screen. "Wow!" and "You're really good at this, you would easily make good money doing photography even just on the side!", she shouted, completely unaware that I was standing at the door, trying to catch a peek in order o establish if she was wearing a bra or not. She was so engaged in the images of her. Only when I replied that I appreciate the compliment did she realize that I was standing just a few feet from her. She quickly apologized and said that she must compliment me again on these images and the ones I took of her and her kids. "Flattery will get you everywhere", I replied. "Mostly in trouble", she jested and looked at me with her big green eyes. We looked longingly at each other and we knew that we both wanted the same thing. Then we kissed. Our lips met softly and slowly. As if we both knew we had to rethink the situation, we pulled away. Without saying anything we both answered the question in our heads for ourselves to ourselves. "Yes, I know this is wrong, but I want this, I want you."

I held her head and she explored my body with her hands. I let my hand slide down and confirmed that she was indeed braless. She lightly moaned as I petted her breasts through the fabric. Her neck was all red and flustered after we broke our kiss. "Let's go inside" she suggested as she stood up and took my hand. She led me past the open plan kitchen , towards the big couch in her living room. Wait here she instructed. A few moments passed and then she called my attention. There she was in the sexiest red and black lingerie. A set made up of a soft bra, sheer thong, high heels and stockings with spenders. I scanned her and could now barely contain my excitement or my erection. I stood up and approached her, but she told me that I had to earn it. "How", I asked. "Well, with your camera of course" and she gave a naughty smile. "I would like a boudoir shoot too." Who am I to deny her. I asked her where she wanted to have the shoot , "In my ‘boudoir' of course, silly." , she quipped.

I took my camera and followed her into her bedroom. My heart racing, my fingers almost dumb with the settings. I knew being here was wrong. I knew it already went too far, but I wanted this, I wanted her. She insisted that I instruct her how to pose and what to do. I had to slow myself down so I offered to pour each of us a glass of wine. It could be a useful prop too, I suggested. I was standing in the kitchen, opening the wine, trying to talk myself out of it, while also trying to talk myself into it. I decided to let the chips fall where they may. Maybe she just want me to take pictures of her. Maybe I am too confident that this will lead to sex and if sex isn't on her agenda I will look and feel like a complete fool. We kissed, but maybe she is also having second thoughts I told myself. Then I heard her ask why I was taking so long. I answered that I had trouble opening the wine, which was a complete fib because the cork popped loudly about two minutes ago.

As I entered her bedroom she was sitting seductively on a chair. She took the glass of wine from my hand and asked me how I wanted to proceed. I decided to take charge of both myself and the situation. "Get up" I told her. "I want to see what we are working with." She looked a little puzzled at the shift in my demeanor but I took it as a positive sign when she replied that she trusts me.

I made her turn around, looking at her butt, the thong that disappears between her cheeks. Her hips, calves, as she turned some more, her tummy, her 34B breasts cupped beautifully in her soft bra. Her hard nipples poking at the sheer fabric of her soft bra. Her shoulders was strong and pulled back in order to push out her breasts. I stood closer to her and guided her, gently stroking her shoulders, touching her back, petting her ass. Slight moans escaping her as I cupped her tits from behind and her arm reaching back to feel me.

"Lay on the bed", I instructed her. "On your tummy. Let me get some good shots of your backside first." I was clicking away, zooming in and out on her whole body and on small little details like the contrast of her thong on her skin. I opened the curtains to let more sunlight into the room. This brought out beautiful details and contrasts. Then I made her turn around and she lay on her back. It brought a new dynamic to the shoot as she felt a little more conscious being this exposed. She took a few sips of wine, but she just couldn't get comfortable yet. "Maybe if I am not the only one that is this exposed it might help." she suggested. "You know, maybe if I wasn't the only one in their underwear, it could help." I played along and stripped off my T-shirt, jeans, shoes and socks. My hard on straining against the fabric of my boxer shorts. She bit her bottom lip and gave a small sigh. "Better?" I asked. "Oh yes", she said smiling wickedly as she looked at the head of my 8 inches poking against the elastic of my underwear, trying to escape.

"Why don't we try some implied nudes too", I suggested. "What are those?" she enquired. I explained to her that she gets naked, but we will drape a big scarf or light fabric over her. "Only if you are also going to be naked", she insisted. I agreed on the condition that she must take of her underwear and mine. She slowly removed her bra, exposing her hard nipples and perfect sized areolas. Then she hooked her thumbs into the strings on the sides of her thong and wiggled it down, looking shyly at me as she revealed her pussy shaven to have only a short little landing strip. "Just for you", she winked. "Now your turn", she said as she hooked her fingers into the elastic of my underwear and proceeded to pull it down. Releasing my rock hard, veiny cock. She gasped when she saw what I brought her to play with. The photoshoot ended along with our resistance for each other.

I pulled her to me and I bent down to kiss her. Our tongues explored each other's mouths. Tasting the wine and beers we had and that encouraged our decisions and guided our feelings at this point. I scooped her up and put her on the bed. I proceeded to kiss her mouth while exploring her skin with my fingers, lingering on the contrast between her hard nipples and the soft skin of her mounds. Then our hands explored further down, me to her wet , warm pussy and her hand to my hot, hard cock. We continued stroking each other, pre cum dripping from me and her juices flowing from her. She made me lay on my back on her bed and nuzzled down to my dick. She blew cool air onto it, then started to lick it from the base and working her way up the shaft until I suddenly felt her take as much into her warm, wet mouth as she could. The feeling was electrifying. Here I was getting my dick sucked by someone other than my wife. I looked at her head bobbing up and down as she fucked me with her mouth. Then I put my hand on her head and when she looked up, I suggested that she turn around to have her pussy face my mouth. She understood well and offered her flower to me. She intensified her action as I lapped up her juices, teasing the folds of her sex, playfully teasing her with my fingers. She started to grind herself onto my tongue all the while reciprocating by tugging and sucking on mine. Then it hit me, my groin started to tighten and my legs were flexing. I was close to blowing my load. I warned her that I was close and she abruptly stopped and climbed of me. "Not so fast" she said.

By now my balls were aching like a teenager's. I was ready to give her walls a coat. She told me to relax and enjoy the ride. She climbed on top of my and slid her wet cunt down my pole. When she hit the base and I hit the deepest part of her, her secret came to light, she was even closer to cumming than I was. Her breathing was rapid, her moans growing wilder and wilder and then she grabbed my hands as her body shook while she ground her pelvic region on mine. At first I felt like I was in a trance but then I snapped out of it realizing that I was about to climax too. I told her that I was very close and that she should get of before I filled her up.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Do you want to play it safe now?" My ego couldn't pardon the challenge and I flipped her around. She stood on her hands and feet at the edge of the bed, I was right behind her. I shoved my dick all the way into her. Pounding her from behind. I think her senses also kicked in before we crossed the point of no return. "Don't cum in my pussy, don't cum in my pussy" she panted, "Cum on me!" She promptly turned around and took my dick in her hands, jerking and licking it, tasting her juices on me and then I felt the spasms as I shot strings of warm cum onto her face, hair and her tits. Drops of jizz slowly gravitated over her mounds, past her erect nipples and one or two big, heavy droplets fell onto her legs. I felt light-headed as my juices left my body and my legs felt numb. She looked up at me with a naughty grin. "Wow, I didn't know I was that good", she smirked. I just smiled and helped her up. "Join me for a shower?", she invited, beckoning me with her index finger.

We washed each other from head to toe and then toweled each other's bodies. We just could get enough of each other. We were all over each other, like two teenagers. We climbed back in her bed and just lay there basking in the summer heat before drifting away.

Later I woke up and realized that I was laying alone in her bed. I got up and quickly put on my T-shirt and jeans. I found her sitting on the step of the porch with a glass of wine. "Did you rest well?", she asked. "Well rested", I answered. "You said your wife is only coming back on Tuesday, right?" I nodded that she was correct. She looked up at me and asked, "Ready for round two?"