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She sensed my excitement and reached down to my waist. Her fingers made their way to my buckle, and she swiftly released me from my boxers, pleasuring me with her hand.
“I need you in me.”
“God, I want to so bad, but I don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m on birth control. It’s okay.”
That was all I needed to hear, and with one swift motion, I turned her around and pulled up her skirt. I ripped her thong and watched it fall to the floor. Holy shit. Did I do that? What kind of spell did this woman have over me, I wondered.
She met my eyes with surprise but quickly changed to an expression of desire, bending over so she was flush with my body.
I entered her from behind with a quickness, my body aching to feel inside her. She was a drug, and I was addicted. I had never been so enamored with any other woman. I realized then that I only wanted her and no other man to have her. She must belong to me, and I to her. Jill’s body swayed to meet mine. At first, we were slow, but then the pace quickened. I moved my hands to her hips, deepening the thrusts by pulling her as close to me as I could. Reaching around to pleasure her from the front, I could feel myself getting ready to come. She reached back to grab my leg, and we climaxed together.
The day's stress left our bodies, and we held each other, knowing we would start our love anew.
We held each other for another few minutes of pure bliss when we heard a loud bang, and the lights flickered back on to full power. We straightened ourselves up and did our best to look innocent, but as the doors opened up, I noticed her ripped thong on the floor and quickly reached down to grab it. Just as the firefighters' faces appeared, I shoved it in my pocket.
Jill watched as it all happened in an instant and smiled knowingly.
“Jill,” I said gently, acknowledging the overwhelming circumstances she had just been grappling with. “Let’s take the day off. It would be best if you got your mind off things. I’ll show you around the city.”
"That sounds good, Jeremy,” she said. “I could certainly use the break. I don’t think I’d be able to focus today, anyway."
As we stepped off the elevator, I could feel all eyes on us, but we didn’t care. We gathered our things and left the office behind, allowing the weight of recent events to disappear gradually. The city embraced us with its undeniable splendor as warm sunlight washed over us as if offering us a fresh start to the morning.
We explored renowned landmarks within the city—a journey that Jill had yet to embark upon since her move. This was a perfect opportunity to share lighthearted moments and forge new memories together. Our first stop was an enchanting park complete with a picturesque duck pond. There, we comfortably settled on a bench, basking in the tranquil ambiance as she told me stories about the ducks on her grandfather’s farm back in Ohio.
As we discussed our personal lives, dreams, and shared experiences, the weight of the morning's tension became forgotten. We held hands and made our love known to everyone who passed us.
Next, I took her to Chinatown. It was an exuberant marketplace teeming with vibrant stalls showcasing handmade crafts, jewelry, and some of the best street food in the city. Jill's eyes gleamed with childlike curiosity as we meandered through bustling alleyways.
Succumbing to impulse, I surprised her with a modest keepsake—a delicate bracelet that had captured her attention.
Her smile widened as she expressed gratitude, slipping her wrist into the shimmering treasure.
Our adventure continued unabated, our course leading us to eccentric museums adorned with peculiar art installations, the Statue of Liberty, and more.
As the sun descended, our wanderings brought us to the city's iconic waterfront—its harbor was peppered with boats amidst the twilight sky's hues. Side by side, we stood together, looking out over the beautiful landscape.
I felt compelled to reach for her hand, pulling her closer as she leaned against me in an intimate gesture that transcended words. She then looked up at me with a vulnerability that mingled with trust in her eyes as she squeezed my hand.
I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Without spoken words, we remained immersed in comfortable silence—content in each other's presence. The day had started with uncertainty and fear but had blossomed into something beautiful—a tapestry woven from shared laughter, heartfelt conversations, and promises of brighter tomorrows.
The day had forged a stronger bond between Jill and me and unveiled the depths of her resilience to herself and me. Something had changed in Jill. She seemed stronger and more ready to tackle her new life in the city.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” I asked, surprising even myself. It had been long since I had allowed a woman into my home.
My house was my sanctuary- a place where I could retreat and hide from all the worries of the world. Now, I was finally ready to let someone else inside of it.
Jill looked at me, equally surprised by my asking, and smiled. “If you’re sure you want me there, then yes,” she said. “I’d love to see your home.”
We drove to my house together, quietly listening to the radio as I held her hand in mine, gently rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb.
Once we got to my house, I walked Jill through the front door, taking her jacket, as she looked around, wide-eyed, at the home.
"Would you like a tour?" I asked.
