“Paul, hey Paul, I thought it was you, are you trying to avoid me or something?”
I would have loved to be honest and say yes, but I’m too much of a soft touch to be so blunt.
“No, no Jill, just didn’t recognise you, you’ve changed your hair, looks good.”
Jill is my ex-girlfriend, Nikki’s’s Mother, Nikki split from me about a month ago now, not taking it too well when I confessed I had been having sex with one of her workmates.
As Nikki lived at home with Mum and Dad, I used to see a lot of Jill, she was forty six, but with a face belonging to someone at least ten years younger. She always dressed young too, never afraid to show off her tanned legs or bulging cleavage. I was often convinced she was flirting with me, and when Nikki wasn’t in the room she would often cross and uncross her legs allowing her usually shortish skirt to ride up her thigh. I always tried not to look, but I’m only human and my eyes inevitably strayed over her bare flesh. Nikki once accused me of wanting to “Fuck the arse” off her Mum, I denied it, but must admit the thought had been the subject of more than one of my masturbatory fantasies.
We engaged in small talk for a while, being a gent I asked her if she fancied a coffee. We found a nearby café and took a table. Chit chat included what Nikki was up to now (off with new, superior beau apparently) and why I had cheated on her.
“What is it with Men, you just can’t keep it in your trousers. A new bit of skirt shows a little interest and you start thinking with your dicks?”
I didn’t have the answer, the conversation dried up. I look at my watch and say I have to be somewhere. Jill then told me Nikki still had a few of my things and she wanted them gone, but didn’t want to see me again. We arranged a date and time when she wouldn’t be around. I enter the info into my phone and bid her goodbye.
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I ring the doorbell and within seconds I hear her heels on the tiled hallway. She opens up and invites me in. I am taken aback. Jill is wearing a tight fitting black blouse with a low cut front, displaying her large breasts, and an equally tight black thigh length skirt with killer black heels to match. She gestures as to say come in and as I pass her my nose is filled with her heady perfume, it’s a sensual, almost peach like aroma, not her usual. I must admit it was gorgeous. Her green eyes are fixed on mine and ushers me into the living room. “Take your shoes off first though.”
On the table is a pile of my belongings, a couple of old cd’s, a dvd, aftershave and a couple of pairs of designer boxer shorts. I gather them up and put them into a bag.
“All there?” she asks. I tell her I think so.
“Nice underwear by the way, Nikki always said you had good taste.”
I thank her and tell her it’s been nice to see her.
“You don’t have to go yet, do you? Stay and have a drink with me.”
It was only 2 pm, a bit early for me, but she wasn’t to be denied. I agree and sit down in the huge leather armchair. She returned to the room with an excellent bottle of South African red and two glasses. She places a glass down on a mat in front of me and pours the wine, in doing so bending down and treating me a delicious view of her magnificent tits. She seems to be pouring in slow motion and I get a really good look. Jill catches me staring and tuts “Men, all the same.”
She takes a seat directly opposite mine. I take her face in, she is really beautiful. Shiny long black hair, dark eyebrows, long lashes and emerald green piercing eyes. Her mouth is wide and sensuous, and when she talks I just watch her mouth move.
We talk about her husband, Michael and the amount of time he spends at work.
“Well, he has to pay for all this, can’t be cheap.” I gesture at the room and all it’s finery.
The wine is flowing and a second bottle is now open, our guard's are now down and we recall funny stories, one particular incident when I had just started going out with Nikki. We were fooling around in the lounge and it turned into us fucking wildly. Jill must have heard noise and came down to investigate, meanwhile we were both scrambling to get our clothes back on, just about making it as she came in.
She threw her head back laughing loud, recalling our embarrassment.
“You pair thought I hadn’t clicked, but Nikki’s pants were one the floor and I could see you hade a massive hard on, I’m no Sherlock, but even I worked that one out.”
I was shocked, and although it was a while ago, I felt myself blush.
“Don’t worry about it, at least I didn’t catch you at it, that would have been embarrassing. Mind you, having seen the outline of your cock, maybe I wish I had.”
Silence. We change the subject, but I can’t take my eyes off her legs, she had done her usual leg cross, right over left, and is exposing a huge amount of bronzed thigh. I can’t think straight, I’m just imagining doing extremely rude things to Jill.
“You’re at it again, looking at my legs, it was my breasts earlier. Nikki always said you fancied me, is it true?”
I deny it, she is staring deep at me. Calmly, without a word she uncrosses her legs, splaying them over the arms of her chair. Hitching her skirt up and revealing she is not wearing underwear. Her sex is clean shaven, with dark black labia and a protruding clit. I am spellbound. Her left hand finds it’s way to her lips, running her fingers softly over them, before spreading her beautiful bud wide open.
“You men, no matter how many pussies you see, you just can’t resist seeing another one spread wide open, well now you’ve seen mine, how does it compare, I guess mine is prettier than my daughter’s?”
I’m mesmerised by her.