Jim and Barb
"Me and Katherine'll be out late with the show and all. Just so ya know," Max advised with a heavy hint.
Jonathan pursed his lips, trying not to smirk. He had mentioned to Max that he had been missing Jennifer during this trip, her being so busy with the play. Jonathan was so proud of her and always pleased to support anything and everything she wanted to do with her writing. It was just…well…he missed her.
And now here was Max creating space for them on the one night that Jennifer wasn't going to be out at rehearsals. Which was probably as good an idea for Max as it was for Jennifer and Jonathan. After all, the apartment in New York—beautiful and spacious as it was—didn't have the kind of distance between the bedrooms that they were afforded in California.
"Thanks, Max. Have a nice time," Jonathan said.
"You too, Mr. H," Max answered.
But before Max made it to the door, Jennifer walked through the room with Freeway Jr. on the leash.
"I'm going to take him for a quick walk. He's got far too much energy, and I can't concentrate when he's like this. We'll be back soon," she told them breezily, not even stopping before she reached the hallway of their building.
Max glanced at Jonathan with slight concern.
"You go ahead, Max. I've got an idea."
Poor Max knew what that might mean, so he just rolled his eyes and put on his coat so he could go on his date.
Jonathan was left alone, but he used his time well. He went into his closet and sifted through the clothes on hangers and folded in drawers.
With a final look in the mirror, the black shirt and brown jacket and blue jeans was a good combination. Jim liked what he saw.
It didn't take long to get down to the street and wander up and down the block a couple of times. Before he knew it, Jim found what he was looking for. A beautiful redheaded woman turned the corner walking a small dog with a lot of fur. The dog was cute, sure, but the woman was a knockout. She wore a skirt that rode up her knees a little as she walked and showed off those legs way up to there. Her blouse was tucked in to show off her slim waist, and her open coat blew behind her in the city breeze.
Jim got himself into position. He watched her approach and subtly looked down at his watch while walking directly into her path, practically tripping over the dog.
The woman exclaimed, "Oh! What are you—"
He interjected, "I'm sorry, Miss. I should've paid attention to where I was going. Are you alright?"
Her brow raised ever so slightly. "I'm just fine, sir. What's your name.
"Jim," he answered simply, smiling to try and charm her.
"I'm Barb," she responded without missing a beat, transferring the dog's leash to her left hand so she could reach out with her right. "Nice to meet you."
"And you," he answered, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Oh no!" he exclaimed.
Barb snatched her hand back. "What!?"
"Your hand is freezing cold. You really shouldn't be out on the street like this without warmer clothes," Jim warned.
"Well, I had to take my dog for a walk. What would you suggest I do?"
"I think you ought to get warmed up. I've got a place upstairs that might do the trick," he offered.
Barb's lips twitched and her eyes danced merrily. "Would Junior be welcome?"
"Of course," Jim assured her.
"Then let's go," Barb conceded.
Jim offered his arm, and Barb accepted. They walked half a block to the entrance to the very swanky building where Jim kept his New York residence. Neither of them spoke as they went through the lobby to the elevators. The both of them were grinning.
It wasn't until they reached the apartment and Jim opened the door that Barb had anything to say. "Nice place," she commented.
"Thanks," Jim answered. "You can let the dog off the leash if you want."
Barb did just that. Junior gave himself a satisfied shake before trotting off to explore the living room. "And what can I do?" Barb asked, once she knew the dog was alright.
"You can take off that coat and get comfortable," Jim said. He put his own coat in the hall closet, taking hers to hang up as well.
"Care to give me a tour?"
Jim turned back to look at Barb and found himself curious about this woman. She was beautiful and fascinating, but he couldn't quite read her. He wanted to know more, and he wasn't able to figure it out for himself.
He took her hand, just as an excuse to touch her, and led her through the grand apartment. He showed off the living room where Junior had made himself comfortable, and he took her through the kitchen and formal dining room before leading her down the hallway to his room.
"Ah," she said knowingly. "The bedroom."
"The place is empty except for you and me and Junior," Jim told her. "We've got all the time in the world. Just you and me."
Barb felt her heart skip a beat. There was something about this handsome man that just threw her head over heels in an instant. He was charming and handsome, but there was also something kind and gentle about him that she could feel instinctually. And despite the fact that this man had practically accosted her while she walked her dog, she felt strangely safe with him. It was as though she already knew him. Already trusted him.
Well, that was why she was here. She knew what she wanted. She wanted him.
With a small smile, Barb closed the bedroom door behind him and turned to face him. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the soft, expensive fabric of his black shirt. She slid her hands up his shoulders to wrap around his neck and bring him down to her. She tilted her head, her eyes fluttering closed as his mouth finally met hers
Their kiss began softly. Gently. His hands found her waist, and he could feel the heat of her. His touch roamed up and down her back, pulling her flush against his body. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest and he groaned into her mouth.
Barb could already feel him growing hard, pressing against her abdomen where she was pressed up against him. She pulled him even closer. Her tongue surged into his mouth. Her whole body was electrified at the anticipation of what was to come.
Emboldened by the silky slide of her tongue against his own, Jim bent slightly so his hands could reach down to squeeze her shockingly tight ass. Barb pulled away with a slight gasp.
She looked into his eyes and saw him smile at her. Barb smiled back at him. It suddenly felt like there was a lot to smile about just now. "Funny how we ended up like this," she murmured softly.
He chuckled lightly, squeezing her gorgeous ass as he did. "Darling," he breathed, still so in awe of her and this whole moment. "I love you more than anything in the world."
The pretense was dropped. Maybe they could revisit Barb and Jim sometime, since they'd not gotten a lot of mileage out of them, but that was alright for now.
Jennifer's smile grew wider, and she leaned in to kiss him again. He was happy to let her. The heat between them continued to grow. And Jonathan was at the point of reminding himself to keep in control, to not go too fast, to let her take the lead on whatever was to happen between them. He didn't want to rush and ruin the moment.
To that end, Jonathan continued to kiss her as he took a few careful steps backward until his legs felt the edge of their bed. He sat down as he continued to kiss her. He took his shoes off without ever breaking that kiss. Jennifer landed on his lap and ended up wrapped around him and perched on his lap. He could feel the heat of her through his trousers.
Jennifer reached between them to start unbuttoning his shirt. Jonathan's kisses moved down her jaw and put wet kisses all over her throat. Her hands were shaking but she at least could see what she was doing. The shirt was as undone as she could manage. She gave him a small push so his lips would disconnect from her neck. "Off," she commanded hoarsely.
Jonathan grinned eagerly. She readjusted herself onto her knees so she was straddling his lap properly and he could pull the shirttails from his pants and bare himself to her.
His whole upper half to her hungry gaze. She whimpered softly at the sight.
He watched her stare at him. The way her eyes roamed over his body with such unabashed desire increased his own arousal. It was nice to know that he still met her approval at his age and after all their years together.
Jonathan pulled her back into his arms to kiss her again. He scooted himself back into the middle of the bed and lay down. Jennifer followed him down. Her elbows rested on either side of his head. Her hips moved in time with their heated kisses, grinding her against his hardness straining against his pants. They both moaned softly at the sensations.
His hands found the softness of her thighs on either side of his hips, exposed by her elegant skirt. It wasn't often nowadays that she went without tights or stockings or whatever women called it nowadays. But he was unhindered with her now. The silky-smooth heat of her skin was enough to make him want to weep. Jonathan caressed her legs and squeezed her flesh and slowly made his way up higher and higher on her legs. Jennifer didn't stop him. He made his way up her skirt, and he gripped her tight and moved her against him.
Jennifer was happy to let him guide her. His hands on her hips, rocking her against him. She was already so wet and aching for more. She wanted him to touch her. She needed him on her. Inside her. All over her. She pulled away from his kiss and gasped, "Oh god, Jonathan!"
The pause in their kiss was distraction enough for Jonathan to take his hands away, but only for a moment. He found the zip at the back of her skirt. His hands pawed at her blouse and skirt, and thankfully Jennifer was able to help him get all the garments off of her. She shimmied out of her panties and skirt while he unhooked her bra with one hand. Some skills didn't dull with age.
The cold air hit her hot, sensitive skin before Jennifer fully realized what was going on. But she of course had no embarrassment or shame about knowing that she was straddling her husband's hips entirely naked. She sat herself up, perched astride his body and bared herself proudly. Her vision was swimming from her overwhelming arousal, but she wanted to see him look at her. And she was not disappointed. His bright blue eyes were dark with desire, and a strangled sort of sound caught in his throat as his jaw dropped again.
Jennifer felt herself smirk without fully intending to do so. She wanted him to get his fill of her, but there was much more they could do to that end. She took each of his hands in his and placed his palms on her hips and guided those talented hands of his up to her breasts. She arched herself against his palms and hummed happily at his touch.
Jonathan took over for himself at that. His hands explored every part of her that had been revealed to him. She was exquisite. Every inch of her. Always had been and always would be. Every time he got to touch her body, something felt new and exciting. Because Jennifer herself was endlessly enticing.
At some point during this New York trip, he would lay her down and explore each of those exquisite inches with his hands and his tongue, relearning every freckle on her skin. But now that he was lying beneath her, he had another idea. He teased her breasts, testing out which touches she liked best and what sorts of breathy sounds he could get her to make, seeing if anything had changed since they had last made love. When she started grinding her center down on him again, he proceeded with his new plan.
His hands left her breasts and went down to her hips again. "Come here," he growled, pulling her up towards him.
It took a moment to realize what he wanted from her. He was urging her up closer to his face. She followed his instruction. This was a rare treat for them. Jennifer ended up with her knees beside his ears. His hands held her hips in place, right over his mouth. And then his mouth was on her.
Jennifer had to grab the headboard of her bed to keep upright. She gasped loudly in surprise, and immediately she pressed her lips together to keep from being too loud for the neighbors. Easier said than done. Another benefit to living in California and a knock against New York.
Jonathan's lips sucked on her folds and his tongue made a few swipes over her before delving inside her. Jennifer reveled in the familiar feelings that somehow felt entirely new. His mouth created a frenzy within her. Her knees shook as she struggled to stay up, even with holding onto the headboard with white knuckles from the effort of it.
Meanwhile, Jonathan himself felt like he was going to vibrate out of existence. The smell and taste of her was enough to make him want to weep with longing. No matter how many time she performed this act—regardless of the position—it felt new and exciting. She moved against him and made little noises of pleasure with his efforts. He loved her reactions to his efforts. He wanted her to come apart, he wanted to tip her over the edge, to witness the full glory of her raptures. His eyes gazed up at her trembling body, the movement of her breasts, the expression on her face as her head fell down between her shoulders.
She was so close. God, he was so good! Her belly tightened as the pressure built within her. Jennifer teetered on the edge of the knife. And when he sucked hard on her, she tumbled over. She cried out, despite desperately trying to keep herself muffled. Her vision went black, and she could hardly breathe as the orgasm rocketed through her body. All strength left her, and she collapsed down on top of him, twitching with aftershocks.
Luckily, Jonathan was a very strong man and had been prepared for this possibility. He was only smothered for a moment, though if he had to suffocate to death, this was certainly the way he'd want to go. But he was able to lift Jennifer off of him and lay her down as gently as he could. She was on her back, panting. Jonathan sat up to remove the rest of his clothes, even knowing Jean needed a little time to recover.
The next thing Jennifer knew, she was lying on the wrong side of their bed and Jonathan was wrapped around her. Her heart was still stuttering in her chest, but she felt loose and happy and wild. She felt wonderful. A breathy laugh escaped her while Jonathan softly kissed her cheek. She reached up to caress his face. "That was wonderful, darling," she cooed.
He smiled against her skin. "I'm glad. It is always pleasure to give you pleasure, darling."
Jennifer forced her limp body to roll over onto her side so she could face him properly. She smiled and kissed him. The hint of her taste was on his lips, which made her body tingle and reawaken once more. She pulled him closer to her and her hand roamed over his body as their legs tangled together.
She lay on her back and gazed up at him with all the love in her heart. Jennifer reached up to him, and he leaned in to kiss her once again.
Jonathan was so very ready to sink himself inside her, but he knew better. One hand held him up above her body, and his other travelled down between her legs. He had known for some time now that things had changed in them both. Aging made making love so much better and so much more difficult, sometimes in equal measure. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her or make anything about their lovemaking be unpleasant for her.
Jennifer spread her legs for him, bending them so he was cradled between her thighs. She whimpered against his lips as one of his thick fingers entered her. Her body was sensitive and keyed-up and so very ready for him. And she wanted him. Not just one—now two—of his fingers. She begged against his kiss, "Please, Jonathan."
Who was he to deny her? Jonathan shifted his body and took his cock in hand to line up at her entrance. He coated his head in her wetness and bit his lip to keep from pushing inside her too fast. He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Her hips moved with him, and he hoped that those sharp inhales of hers were not a sign of too much pain.
For Jennnifer's part, she rather felt as though she were about to fly apart completely. He filled and stretched her and still there was more. By the time he was fully sheathed within her and kissing her lips sweetly despite the sweat on his brow being evidence of the inhuman control he was trying to maintain, Jennifer felt herself once again right on the edge. His thickness seemed to press right where she needed him, and it would not take much for her body to shatter again. She moved her hips, hoping he would start moving.
He did. He withdrew almost as slowly as he had entered her. Jonathan hissed at the incredible sensation of it. He felt his Jennifer reach down with one hand and grab his hip. She dug her fingernails into his flesh as she silently begged for more. He thrust into her again, quick and hard, and Jennifer cried out once more, her body arching up off the bed.
Jonathan could feel her body clench in waves. He sped up and pounded into her, carrying her through her orgasm. Jennifer was trying to keep quiet, so he kissed her again, hoping his mouth would muffle her beautiful cries of pleasure. He found a rhythm that she began to match as her body's vice grip loosened on him.
He continued to move at an increasingly frenzied pace, and Jennifer was built back up as quickly as she's come down. She shattered for the third time and had to turn her head and bite down on that gorgeous muscle of his shoulder to keep herself from being too loud. Jennifer whimpered and just held on for dear life.
The pain mixed with pleasure took Jonathan over the edge as well. She was still in the midst of her orgasm when his overtook him. His hips sputtered and he spilled inside her, groaning through clenched teeth at the magnificent feeling of it.
Jennifer must have fainted or something. She felt like jelly. Very happy jelly. And she blinked her eyes open when her body started to feel a slight chill. Lucien had left her, but only for a moment.
"What time does Max get back?" Jennifer asked shortly.
Jonathan shrugged. "Maybe late tonight, maybe tomorrow morning. He's rather taken with that Katherine."
"So it seems," Jennifer agreed. "I do wish them well. Though I do also miss having Max around as much as he was back home in LA."
"I guess we'll just have to see how things go here."
"In the meantime, whenever Jim has the place to himself, give Barb a call," she said with a wink.
Jonathan chuckled. "Maybe another time," he said as he rolled over to snuggle with his wife.