Enjoying June

June knows she's not the freshest fruit in the branch. She has given birth to three children and spent quite enough of herself into marriage and raising kids, and it shows. She is now 42, freshly divorced and confused. Is dating still for her? Is sex still for her?

Looking around at all the young things and well-preserved women of her own age she feels seriously timid. Ten years ago, she was pretty, beautiful even. Now? She still has beautiful amber eyes but with a shade of tiredness. Her skin is soft, smooth and sun kissed with hints of gold. Her long, dark, curly hair gives her a feminine look but makes her wonder if she is maybe too old for a haircut like that. She's curvy in all the right places but some in all the wrong places, too. Let's say -- an average guy would not be able to sweep her of her feet and carry into the bright future.

She smirks at that thought. Well, at least she's safe from average guys. She's free as a bird -- with husband gone and her teenagers quite independent she could be dating like crazy. But her husband did not lust after her for years now. She has not felt romance for so long she would not even know what to do with it. So no, probably dating is not for her, she decides with some relief.

Class reunion might be a nice change in her dull life, June thinks. So, she dresses up in a nice and flowy green dress, gathers all her courage and goes. It is not easy for her as she was the first of the class to marry and first to have kids, so it has been a little lonely, and she has lost touch with most of her school friends. Despite that, meeting all her old girlfriends is nice, they are remembering old times and laughing the night away. But most of them has small children so by the end of the night June finds herself alone with the boys. Most are also married but as wives are covering the childcare they are letting themselves go and are getting stupidly drunk as so often in the days gone by.

And then there is Jack. He is not drunk. He is composed, friendly but somehow a bit distant from all the revelry. And he has noticed June.

She is not particularly happy about the fact because during the school he has been extremely popular among girls while she was shy, a little bit chubby, slightly geeky and most certainly not popular. He was not exactly bulling her, but she did get some unwanted and unpleasant attention form him during the school years. He used to poke her back with a pen while sitting behind her in a classroom, made some mean jokes about her hair and her personality, so not the sweetest memories.

And now he is sitting by the next table watching her. He does not stare but he quietly explores her with an attentive, searching gaze. She can feel his eyes roaming her face and body and linger on her breasts. June feels uneasy and would leave but her best friend has promised to return to the party in an hour after putting her kids to sleep. June wants to continue the happy evening so she decides not to leave but cannot relax feeling his eyes on her. Should she go talk to him? June shifts in her seat and decides to go to the restroom instead.

She splashes her face and neck with cool water and examines herself in the mirror. Why is he watching her? Why does this make her feel like a small and vulnerable girl again? She should compose herself and go talk to him, right?

She sighs and steps into the hallway to return to the venue. The lights are off, and June needs to stop and let her eyes accommodate. As she gets used to the dark, she sees a large silhouette near her. June wants to scream but there is no sound in her. She freezes and presses herself against the wall as it might hide her. The silhouette is moving closer and stops right in front of her.

It's Jack. He comes close and starts talking to her. He says he heard she is divorced now and how nice she looks, and that he can't take his eyes off her. He steps closer and caresses her cheek. June shivers but still cannot get anything past her lips. His hand glides lower -- to her neck, shoulder, slides over her breast and stops at her waist. He keeps whispering something June cannot make out and leans closer to her. She feels his hot breath on her lips and feels a soft touch of his mouth. He waits a moment for her response, and she lets out a trembling sigh. He traps her lower lip between his and sucks gently. June feels her heavy breathing as her breasts are pressing into his chest. Her head is spinning, and there is no more thinking or wondering. There is just lust. June wants him. She wants him close. She wants him in her. She wants him to fuck her long and hard.

Her lips start responding to him, and he moves into a long, deep kiss taking away her breath while his hands are squeezing her hips. He breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes. He is not speaking anymore. He slides down the strap of her dress and reveals her breasts. He groans and starts sucking on the left nipple kneading her breasts and pushing her deeper into the wall. June feels twitching and wetness between her legs and lets out a soft moan. Jack groans in her ear: "I want you!" June draws a deep breath and finally finds her words: "Then take me!"

Jack groans again, bites lightly her neck and lifts her up in his arms to carry her into the closest classroom. He sits her on the edge of the desk, spreads her legs and brings her so close to him that she can feel the hard bulge in his trousers. June feels extremely aroused and unconsciously grinds at his bulge. Her hands reach to grab his thighs while he gets lost for a moment in her flowy dress. He brings the dress all up to her hips and starts nibbling with her panties. It seems now that he is the one trembling. He slides off her panties and kneels before her. "No, no, no!" June suddenly feels self-conscious again. But Jack stands up, firmly takes her head in his palms, looks deep in her eyes and says: "Yes."

He's down again. With her thighs on his strong shoulders June feels Jacks hot breath between her legs. His tongue is soft but amazingly penetrating. Each move, each lick sends shoots of electricity through Junes body. She surrenders despite her hesitance, and it feels heavenly. It does not take long for June to start shivering and with groan: "Oh my God!" she falls over the edge of orgasm.

Slowly kissing her body, Jack moves back up to June's face and gives her a deep kiss. She can taste herself on his mouth, and it feels so dirty and so very good.

"I want you inside me," June whispers. She wants more of him and this night to never end, and she forgets to be shy.

But to her surprise, the answer is: "No, honey. We will wait." Jack gives her one more passionate kiss and leaves.

June lingers in confusion... Wait for what?