Boxes!

Three doors up the street lives Jennifer, the most beautiful woman in
the neighborhood. Her tousled auburn hair falls about her shoulders in
a soft, sexy way. Her broad smile always seems so warm and genuine, a
sensuous complement to her perfectly proportioned face. Incredibly,
her husband recently divorced her (why in the world, I'll never
know!).

Late one evening I stop by the mailbox on my way in from work. I pick
up the mail and find a note from Jennifer, addressed to me in her
beautiful, flowing script. I open it, curious and eager at the same
time. It says simply, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but I'm trying to
clean out my closets now that Gary has moved out. Would you mind
helping me move some boxes to the basement? Jennifer."

Of course, being the helpful type, I can't wait to agree. I call her
home and there's no answer. I try again the next day and again that
evening yet still there is no answer. The next evening, returning from
work, late again, I spot her green RX7 in the driveway. I always liked
her car...the sleek lines and emerald metallic color. It matches her
green eyes so well.

Determined to respond to her request, I walk up the street and knock
on the front door. She answers the door barefoot, dressed in loose
jeans and a cotton tee shirt, which accent her terrific figure. I
explain about getting her note, trying to call, getting no answer. She
smiles and tells me of course she has stopped answering her phone to
avoid speaking to her 'ex.

She invites me in and thanks me in advance for helping her. I smile
back, "No problem. Where are the boxes?" She tosses "this way, follow
me" lightly over her shoulder as she ascends the stairs to the second
floor.

She shows me into the master bedroom and over to the walk-in closet.
The boxes are stacked neatly on shelves. As I reach up to grab one,
and balance it in my hands, she moves in close behind me and places
her hand on my shoulder. "No, not that one," she says pointing, "the
one next to it."

I reach for the second one and this time she puts her other hand
around my waist and says, "Is that too heavy? Would you like me to
help?" I say, no, but can't help but be aroused by her touch. I muscle
the box down, which is quite heavy. She touches my arm as I lift it
out of the closet. "You are going to ruin your tie," she says. So
while my hands are full of the box, she proceeds to loosen and remove
my tie, all the while looking into my eyes rather than at the tie.

She has long, slender fingers, to match her figure, and bright, green
eyes. I say, "Thank you", and she nods "not at all". I ask her where
she wants the box taken and she shows me the stairs to the basement.
As I turn to leave, I notice a dark spot on the front of her blouse,
likely dirt from the heavy box I am carrying.

When I return she has removed her cotton shirt and offers "I got some
dirt on it. It's soaking. You don't mind, do you?" I can't help but
drink in her beautiful body, so soft, so warm, so inviting. "No," I
grin, "Which box is next?" She smiles, her eyes twinkle, and she leads
the way back into the closet. As I reach up for the next box, she
completely encircles my chest with her arms, snuggling up to me from
behind.

The feel of her softness behind me heightens my arousal. "Jenni, is
everything OK?" I ask trying to defuse the moment. "Yes," she says
softly, "but, really, those boxes can wait". I leave the box on the
shelf and turn around, all the while her arms forming a circle around
me. I am drawn to her face as she looks up to me longingly. "It's been
such a long time since Gary left" she sighs, her eyes softening. "I
really miss holding a man and having him hold me." I slip my arms
around her, "It's all right. I know how hard it must be trying to
carry on after he moved away." A tear glistens in her eye....and she
smiles.

I feel my resolve melting, and she presses closer. Now she can't help
but feel my arousal as she presses her body closer, ever so closer to
mine.

There we are in the closet. I raise my eyebrows, "Would you like to
step out of the closet?" "Yes, I'm sorry to have pinned you in here,"
she replies, letting go and turning to walk away, across the bedroom
into the adjacent bathroom. "I'll be out in a sec," she calls out. " I
have to freshen up."

I assume she wants to wipe her eyes and compose herself. So, I stand
around casually, feeling at once a little sheepish and deeply aroused.
The bathroom door opens a moment later and she is standing there
wearing only a silk robe, all the sensuous curves of her divine body
glistening under the silk. "I really need you to be with me," she says
softly, gazing inquisitively into my eyes, studying me carefully.

I walk slowly over to her, lean down, and kiss her gently on the lips,
and say huskily, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid
eyes on." She looks up, then pulls my head down to her, and drinks
deeply of my lips. I press myself into her. She leans back from her
waist, held upright only by my embrace. As our lips part, she rolls
her head backward, exposing her soft neck. After a moment, she
straightens and takes a small step backward. She rakes her hair back
with one hand and with the other, loosens the silk tie binding her
robe. It falls opens and hangs freely.

She steps forward again, this time taking the initiative, her fingers
on the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, she unbuttons each one, never
taking her eyes from mine. I feel the heat rising in me. I reach up
and slowly draw the robe down from her shoulders...leaning over to
gently kiss the soft skin of her shoulders, then her neck, grazing
gently as she continues with my shirt. Finally, it is open and her
hands find my chest. Slowly, she strokes up and down my chest as I
look once again upon her beautiful face.

I lean down to kiss her, but she pulls back. I'm momentarily
surprised. Why did she pull back? Have I been too direct? I try again,
and again she pulls back. I start to speak but she puts a single
finger to my lips. She turns to walk toward the bed and the robe falls
to the floor revealing her exquisite, perfectly curved derriere and
slender legs. Her soft hair sways gently against her shoulders as she
glides forward.

She reaches the bed, turns, and gently lies back, nestling her head on
a satin covered pillow, beckoning for me to join her. I walk slowly
over to the bed, not wanting to hurry this moment of anticipation, of
tingling excitement, longing to touch the captivating form before me.
As I move toward the bed I loosen my belt. Reaching the bedside, I
step out of my trousers and let them fall to the floor. I lean down to
caress her breasts and she puts her hands on mine, moving them in a
rhythm known only to her....up, down, around.....then slowly down her
stomach to her most private place.

I glance at her face once again, but now her eyes are closed, the long
lashes tightly shut, her mind concentrating on the sensations of my
hands on her body. I continue to caress her lightly and lean down to
kiss her breasts, gently at first, then slowly circling each nipple
with my tongue. She arches her back slightly and moans quietly,
encouraging me to continue.

I move onto the bed with her, not yet taking her, but wanting to be
closer to her, to feel her warmth, her heat. She opens her eyes and
with one smooth motion, places both hands behind my head and pulls my
face into her bosom. I kiss and lick gently, but firmly. She moans
again as I become more and more aroused.

"Take me now," she urges softly, and I move above her. Our bodies flow
together as if sculpted from one stone. As the passion slowly builds,
our bodies move as one in a swelling tempo. Her hands course up and
down my back, pulling me in, urging me onward, getting warmer, wetter,
and more vigorous.

I can't stop now as we move more and more exuberantly, her back
arching, pushing her body up to meet mine with each thrust, my body
driving deeper and deeper, never losing contact, the tension mounting
with each movement. Finally, she locks her legs around mine and pulls
hard on my buttocks, trying to pull me into her completely. She arches
her body, and, for a moment, seems suspended in mid-air. She lets out
a little cry, shivers, then follows with a low moan....as her grasp
slowly relaxes, the pressure of her long fingernails on my back slowly
subsides.

As I shift my weight preparing to move away, she grasps me firmly by
the buttocks. "Don't move!" she commands. We lay there, wet from sweat
and the juices of lovemaking. I look into her face, her eyes still
tightly shut, unwilling to relinquish the moment. Moments later she
flutters them open and looks up at me. "You didn't finish," she says.
I smile, knowing that I was close to climax, but holding back not
wanting to spoil her moment. Then, with surprising strength, she
pivots my shoulders, causing me to roll over onto my back. Now she is
on top, and she takes up the rhythm, this time slower than where we
had left off, but deep motion nonetheless.

Now it is my turn to moan, as she searches my face for the right
rhythm, the right moves...down, up, side to side. I reach up and cup
her firm breasts, squeezing gently. She gasps, then arches her back,
now moving her hips more vigorously. "Kiss me," she says hoarsely. I
curl up to place my lips on her breasts, and she gasps audibly. Now my
hands are on her buttocks, suggesting a rhythm and our bodies once
again move as one. With my lips on her nipples, firm under my tongue,
her hips beckon me onward and upward, as if swirling in a dance.

Finally, she arches her back, and ecstasy fills her face. For one
moment in the soft light she appears for all the world to be an angel
lost in complete surrender. I explode and convulse, beyond any power
to stop. She moans, "oh, god help me, it is so good, so good". I feel
the liquid of life rush upward into her body as her rocking motion
slowly subsides. She collapses onto my chest, her hair matted from
sweat, her skin flushed and glistening. But her legs pin me into
position so I cannot retract from her. Locked together we lie there,
until our breathing slows, rising and falling together. Her arms and
body are limp, but her legs are unyielding, not allowing me to move
further away in any direction.

After a few moments of heavenly peace, she props up on one elbow
brushing her hair aside and looks into my eyes, searching. "Never in
my 15 years of marriage did I experience anything like that." The half
grin on her face reflects both the satisfaction of a grown woman
pleased with herself and the amazement of an awe-struck teenager
basking in the afterglow of her first time. Exhausted, I can hardly
speak, but I gaze into those smiling, emerald eyes. ".......and now,
about those other boxes."