The Ladies' Circle 2 Jessica Ep.1

THE ARRIVAL.

We rang the doorbell at the front entrance, an impressive, solid door that breathed affluence, without being overwhelming or glitzy. The door was opened by a middle-aged woman in a crisp, white smock that was more of a uniform than a party-wear dress. It was Kyria Erasmia, the acting housekeeper.

The dulcet sounds of a piano could be heard, emanating from down the end of the hall.

Erasmia's face lit up when she saw Amanda and they greeted each other in Greek as they embraced like old friends. It was Kyria Erasmia, who was the acting housekeeper.

Erasmia was a middle-aged Pontic Greek woman, who was not a member of Jessica's permanent staff, but was on loan from a houseguest, whom I would meet later, and who always travelled overseas with Erasmia as a companion, stroke, lady-in-waiting.

Then, an elegantly dressed woman in her fifties appeared. There was an aristocratic air about her bearing and her beautiful, but subtle, smile.

It was Jessica, our hostess.

Her short silver hair and her custom-tailored classic, a Chanel signature - piece, comprising an ecru, knitted wool two-piece outfit exuded 'Class'. She was wearing a short, square-cut jacket with patch piped edge pockets over a matching, knee-length dress. Her silver hair framed her face like a soft halo of moonlight, its cool sheen lending an unexpected radiance to her fair skin.

However, her grey-green eyes were perhaps her most captivating feature, changing subtly with the light: now the pale green of sunlit leaves, now the soft grey of a winter sea. They held an unhurried intelligence and a hint of mystery, as though they had witnessed much, yet retained the capacity to be surprised.

And then there were her lips--full, beautifully shaped, and sensual, their natural softness contrasting with the silver and pale clarity of her complexion. They seemed perpetually poised between a smile and a secret, inviting the imagination to wonder which might be revealed first.

She was beautiful not in the fragile manner of a portrait, but with the mature, compelling beauty of a woman who had lived, loved, laughed and endured--and whose face had gathered all those experiences into something quietly irresistible.

Jessica greeted us with hugs and kisses. It was clear by now that Amanda was well-in with our hostess and her household.

My Aunt did the introductions, as Jessica beamed at us and reproached her, with:

"Amanda, where have you been hiding this adorable, young man?"

I blushed and Amanda smiled, winking at me slyly.

I followed my aunt's earlier advice, smiled and asked Jessica, if help was needed with the bar service, I would be glad to assist.

"Of course, my darling boy!" Jessica extolled, offering her crooked right arm for me to thread my arm through, adding:

"Come with me, I'll take you through and introduce you!"

Jessica led us into an expansive reception room. The sound of the piano got louder as we approached the room and the piano itself was the first thing I saw as we entered.

It was a white grand-piano, located at the centre of the room, with the lid up and a young man, sitting at the keyboard. He was surrounded by a group of women who stood around him, gazing fondly as he gave a masterful rendition of Mozart.

The pianist was Simon, a music student. Simon was gay and our hostess engaged him for all her events, and deliberately so, since this disqualified him as a potential partner for any of her guests with lustful intent. This was so that he could play without interruption throughout the event.

The bar was located along the wall to the right of the tall double doors that led into the reception room and, in the wall directly opposite the entrance, was a wide and high fireplace, dressed with white marble that matched the opulent marble floor of the room. There was no fire as the weather was too warm, but the cast-iron grate was piled high with split logs.

Several three -seater sofas, with white and silver brocade upholstery were strategically placed around the room and were occupied by other women guests, in pairs, who chatted and laughed as they interacted with the young men in shirtsleeves, who bustled to and fro, carrying trays of drinks and hors d'œuvres that they offered to the women seated there.

The women were about the same age as Amanda, some older. They were all equally elegantly dressed but, somehow, not as effortless as Jesicca.

The men were slightly older than me, probably mid-twenties to mid-thirties.

Directly opposite the entrance was a wide expanse of glazed panels, with French windows set in the centre of them, opening out onto a veranda. A vast, groomed and well-tended garden was visible beyond that.

Jessica pronounced: "Everybody, please, may I have your attention!"

The chattering stopped and the guests' attention focused on our hostess.

Jessica went on: "Everybody, I would like to introduce you to... "

Jessica's voice trailed off. She'd forgotten my name.

"Alex," I whispered under my breath.

She squeezed my arm, in gratitude and parroted: "Alex!"

"Ladies, it's Alex's first time out to our Event. He's a real sweetie-pie, you'll agree! So, be gentle with him!"

A cackle of female laughter reverberates around the room. Jessica added:

"But, first, I am invoking host's privilege, to get to know him better!"

Knowing looks and smiles passed between the assembled guests.

Amanda beamed a grin at me and gave me a thumbs up as she picked up a glass of wine from a proffered tray with the other hand.

She leaned in close to whisper, "Well done! I'll text you later."

Jessica excused herself and me, so that we could go for a tete a tête in the garden, which was a vetting process, as it turned out.

Ordinarily, it would not have been necessary, since Jessica conducts very lengthy checks prior to the Event, for all the candidate males who are invited to attend.

My credentials as a guest were due to my being a close acquaintance of Amanda, a close and friend of the hostess which effectively, this bypassed our hostess' mandatory and self-imposed, preliminary factchecking of all the male guests to ensure the safety and confidentiality of her female guests.

To wit, the initial personal contact over coffee or drinks at a very public venue; the subsequent dinner at which Jessica would gauge the man's etiquette and interpersonal skills. Thus, her assessment of the candidate's suitability as a companion of a lady whose chief criteria were discretion, sociability and good-naturedness.

We strolled, arm-in-arm, along the paved edge of the expansive and smoothly trimmed lawn as Jessica subtly and charmingly subjected me to the third degree. And, despite the balmy, florally scented ambiance of her elegant garden, combined with Jessica's expensive classic perfume, it did, indeed, feel like a third-degree interrogation, but not in an intimidating way.

In fact, I found Jessica's light-hearted, easy charm and coquettish demeanour very enticing. That, in combination with her trim and shapely form in her elegant, well-fitting and expensive couture garment was captivating.

There was a quiet elegance in the lines of her face, that time had written there--not diminishing her beauty, but deepening it, giving her features a warmth and character that youth alone could never possess

For me, this was a rare and tantalizing experience, worlds away from my student life and the immature young girls with whom I had consorted up until then.

My aunt's words about a 'life-changing' experience came to mind. On that score, Amanda was spot-on.

Despite the thirty-year age difference, and even with that brief sojourn in the company of this mature, tantalizing woman, I was aroused by even the merest prospect of physical intimacy with Jessica.

Any misgivings I had on that possibility were instantly dispelled by Jessica when she proposed:

"Look, Alex, go up to my suite. It's up on the top floor. You'll find plenty of food and drink there, as well as a widescreen TV. It's got all the channels and media a young man could want! Wait for me there, my darling. I'll be up as soon as I get my guests settled. Can you do that for me, my darling?"

I vigorously nodded assent as she folded the key into my palm. We sauntered back to the reception area then, as we parted company, she winked at me and whispered conspiratorially:

"By the way, feel free to make use of all the amenities!"

I placed a butterfly kiss on the back of her smooth, manicured hand and made my way to her suite, as directed.

She blew me a kiss and waved me off as I departed. I looked around the room to check if Amanda was there but, no sight of her.

'Huh, I guess she's got hooked up, already,' I presumed.

I was on a mission now and lost no time in getting up to Jessica's suite. There was no elevator so, clutching the key tightly, that she'd given me, I hastily negotiated the long, winding marble staircase up to the top floor.

The staircase terminated on a broad landing which was adorned, as were all the landings, with paintings and a vase of fresh flowers on a tall, narrow table against the wall.

The entrance to the suite was a ceiling-high, double-leaf door I unlocked the door and stepped inside.

I stood just inside the doorway and simply stared. For several moments I made no attempt to move farther into the suite.

My eyes travelled slowly around the room, taking in one detail after another with the almost childlike wonder of someone who had not expected such extravagance.

The parquet flooring gleamed beneath the discreet illumination, its polished surface lending warmth to the clean, contemporary lines of the room. Along one entire wall stretched what appeared, at first glance, to be an immense ceiling-height mirrored wardrobe. The reflections multiplied the space, making the suite seem larger still.

Then, I noticed the interruption in the mirrors.

Three of the wardrobe panels had been folded back in a neat concertina, revealing something entirely unexpected behind them: a compact, beautifully fitted kitchenette. There was a sleek countertop with a stainless-steel basin set into it and, beneath the counter, a small refrigerator.

Nothing was ostentatious; everything was perfectly proportioned, concealed until required and finished to the same immaculate standard as the rest of the suite.

I wandered closer, smiling to myself. I could see my aunt's creative touch in the design and immediately understood the love and esteem that Jessica had displayed towards Amanda.

To one side of the kitchenette was an opening leading towards the ensuite. I could see that it was approached through a surprisingly roomy dressing room, another little luxury that seemed designed to make even the most ordinary routines feel indulgent.

The bathroom stopped me in my tracks.

It was a wet bathroom with a huge, square shower head enclosed by a glazed panel that ran the length of the wall on one side of the room. Against the opposite wall and partially set into the floor, stood a hot tub, substantial enough to invite lingering rather than merely bathing. The water in the tub was warm as evidenced by thin whisps of steam rising from the surface.

Between the two, set neatly against the intervening wall, were the washbasin and WC.

It was spacious, luxurious and utterly self-contained, yet somehow restrained enough not to feel vulgar.

But the bed was what drew my gaze back into the main room.

It stood tall and commanding, its four polished mahogany posts rising elegantly towards the ceiling. From them hung drapes of soft ecru voile, delicate and translucent, their folds falling around the bed with an almost romantic softness.

The contrast between the rich, dark mahogany and the pale fabric gave the room a sense of old-world grandeur set within an unmistakably modern environment.

And then I noticed the glazed area to one side of the bed, forming a separate little gymnasium. Through the glass I could make out the exercise apparatus arranged within it, discreetly contained yet completely visible from the bedroom.

I stood in the middle of the room and slowly turned around in a full circle.

The kitchenette hidden within the mirrored wall. The dressing room and sumptuous bathroom. The gleaming parquet beneath my feet. The mahogany four-poster bed veiled in ecru voile. Even the private gym behind glass.

I shook my head in quiet disbelief.

It was not merely a bedroom. It was a world contained within four walls--a place where luxury had been given thought, where every convenience had its own concealed space, and where even the smallest surprise seemed designed to make me pause and admire it.

I had no words. I simply stood there, looking around in awe.

On the bed lay a fresh white towel robe which, no doubt, had been left there as a hint that I should use the bathroom facilities. That hot tub did look very inviting so, I undressed and, bathrobe in hand, I returned to the bathroom.

I hung the robe on a peg next to the hot tub, sat on the edge and swung my legs over into the water.

The water had a floral fragrance and a depth that was chest-high on me. The temperature was just right.

I sat on a ledge that ran around the perimeter of the hot tub and stretched my legs to wallow in the decadent ambiance.

I heard the bedroom door open and Jessica's voice.

"Alex, where are you, darling!"

I called out, saying that I was in the bathroom as Jessica appeared in the doorway.

"Hm, I see you've made yourself at home," Jessica smiled.

"Come, join me!" I replied.

"Give me a minute, I'm coming," she declared, retreating back into the bedroom, emerging a few minutes later, completely undressed and entered the shower.

She took a shower cap from a peg to cover her hair and proceeded to the end of the glazed tunnel of the shower.

"I'll be with you shortly, I just need to freshen up first," she declared, as she turned the faucet that opened a flow of fine, horizontal tracers from spray heads on either side of the shower.

I lay back in the hot tub, admiring her naked body as she turned slowly in the fine spray torrents which cascaded over her pert, firm breasts, her shoulders, her back and down her peach-shaped rear and down her shapely legs.

If her performance was intended to stimulate my arousal, I wasn't sure, but it certainly achieved the almost immediate stiffening of my shaft. By the time she'd finished and had sauntered over to the hot tub, I had a hard, full-on erection.

Jessica stepped onto the metal step ladder by the hot tub and eased herself into the swirling water. I slid aside on the submerged ledge to allow her to settle next to me.

Jessica smiled and shuffled close to me. She had removed her makeup, but it did not detract from her facial appearance. The smooth complexion of her skin and the brightness of her grey eyes were still captivating.

She rested her legs across my lap and gazed into my eyes as her hand stroked my chest.

"I just adore a firm, young body," she murmured.

I had one hand resting on her thighs, the other gently gliding up and down the length of her leg, up to her waist, savouring the sensuousness of her soft, smooth flesh.

I declared in a tremulous voice:

"Jessica, you're a beautiful woman, unlike no other I have ever known!"

Her smile broadened and she asked, "Have you ever been with an older woman, Alex?"

I shook my head and confessed that I still could not believe that I was there, with her, in that setting.

Her gaze softened to a wistful, faraway look and her arms wrapped around my neck, drawing my face closer to hers. Our lips melded into one, long, passionate kiss and my right hand slid up the side of her body. My hand settled just below her firm, domed breast which I stroked firmly upward with my thumb then, caressing her stiff nipple in a slow, gentle, circular motion.

Jessica moaned and kissed me harder. I reciprocated and our tongues began to swirl around, in each other's mouths, as in a wet, unbridled tango.

Then, she broke off, throwing her head back. Her eyes ablaze with yearning, she gasped: "Darling, d'you want to fuck me?"

"I've wanted nothing else, since the moment we met!" I declared.

And, with that, I scooped her up and sat her on the narrow ledge between the hot tub and the tiled wall then, knelt on the submerged ledge we had been sitting on and covered her right breast with my mouth.

Jessica's fingers raked through my hair as I sucked, licked and nipped each one of her nipples, in turn.

"Oh, you...!" she gasped as I ate her luscious titties.

Her head pressed back against the tiled wall, as I gradually, I worked my way down her torso, down to her crotch, pushing her back against the wall.

I raised her legs onto my shoulders so that I could run my tongue along the inside of her smooth thighs.

I basted her inner thighs with my tongue, working inwards toward the silver-gray tuft of pubic hair that graced the top of her vulva, which I parted and began to lick and suck the fleshy pink folds of her labia.

Her breath came in long, low gasps as I teased and licked her clit and labia. in a slow and intense tongue-fuck. Her fingers gripped my hair as I tongue-fucked her deep into her hungry and very moist pussy.

"Yes, baby! Yes!" she uttered. "I want you inside me!"

I paused and suggested she should take me to her bed.

"No! No! Do me here! Like this!" she pleaded.

Well, I wasn't going to argue, was I? I mean, when a sexy, hot GILF is begging you to do what you'd been longing to do all afternoon, what are you going to do?

If the lady desperately wanted me to fuck her, I was going to fuck her without barrier protection. Bareback!

So, duly endorsed, and with her ankles on my shoulders, I maneuvered her hips on the edge of the hot tub and pressed my cock tip against her moist pussy-lips and pressed my shaft into her opening, inserting it into the warm wetness of her cunt to half its length.

Her grey eyes glinting with approval, she gasped: "Gently, baby, it's been a while!"

I gradually inched my shaft deeper into her to its full length and held it deep inside her and it there, not moving, just listening to her heavy breathingt.

"Is this good for you, darling?'" I asked.

Her grey eyes glinted with delight.

"Yes, it's lovely, baby!" she exhaled.

"Harder!" she gasped.

"I want to feel you stretching me," she pleaded.

"Fuck me deep and hard!"

I pumped her ravening vagina with slow, deep strokes, building up to sharp, hard thrusts, alternating between gentle and hard strokes in response to her verbal signals. Her hips oscillated to and fro against my cock as I reamed her pussy deep and hard.

I felt her beleaguered vaginal passage twitch and tighten around my cock as she climaxed noisily in an intense, body-quivering orgasm.

Jessica's arms folded around my neck, her breathing came as a series of gasps against my ear as she climaxed.

I folded my arms around her waist, lifting her off the edge of the tub and turned around to sit on the submerged ledge. Her forehead rested against my chest and I stroked her back, allowing her to regain her composure.

She sighed, "That was incredible!"

I slid my hands down her back and cupped her firm, full buttocks. I hadn't come so, my cock was still firm inside her and Jessica raised her head and looked up at me.

She exclaimed in surprise, "You're still hard! Didn't you come?"

I confessed that I hadn't and the expression on her face changed.

"No? That's not right!" She protested, grinding her hips around my erection.

"Come on, let me finish you off. You worked much too hard, not to be rewarded"

Jessica sat astride me, her feet resting either side of me, on the ledge.

Her fingers were threaded together behind my neck for support, and she leaned backwards, all the better to press her crotch harder against mine, as she rode my cock, cowgirl style, gyrating her hips interspersed with slow, deliberate, measured strokes along my shaft.

Jessica's breathing lapsed into a gentle, nasal hum, reveling in the dual, tactile sensations of the circular motion of my thumbs around her stiff, swollen nipples as well as her 'cowgirl" action on my cock.

She urged, "Come on, baby, give it to me!"

And with that, her elbows folded around my neck, and she reverted into a fervent fucking action around my shaft.

I folded my arms around Jessica's waist and lifted her torso just enough so that I could thrust hard into her to hasten my orgasm.

She extolled, "That's it, baby, like that, like that I love how you fill me up! Give me your hot, young cum!"

It wasn't long before I felt the build-up of the dull but pleasurable sensation deep down inside me, signaling the onset of my orgasm.

I climaxed, groaning with the pleasure of the ejaculation. I pressed and held my cock into her to its full length, as I came deep inside her.

Jessica climaxed almost simultaneously and noisily, as my load painted the warm, moist insides of her mature, contracting cunt!

"Yes! Yes! Give it to me! I want all of it" She declared.

I held her quivering body close to me, savouring the moment of mutual fulfillment.

We sat there, with our limbs intertwined, quietly regaining composure, with Jessica's forehead resting against my chest.

She murmured: "Was it good for you, baby?"

"Mmm, the best!" I replied.

Jessica glanced up at me, her grey eyes sparkling with longing, and her charismatic smile lighting up her lovely face.

She replied, "My darling boy, you are the best! I'm grateful for every enjoyable moment with you."

"It is I who should be grateful!" I responded, brushing her fringe away from her face. I pressed her closer, covering her lips with mine in a deep and passionate kiss.

Jessica raked her fingers through my hair as she hungrily probed my mouth with her tongue. I responded with alacrity as we shared a long moment of post-coital intimacy.

We halted and gazed into each other's eyes and smiled at each other. Jessica uttered short, nasal rumbles of pleasure, as I ran my hands over her warm, sensuous body and pondered, 'what next?'

It seemed as if I'd hit the jackpot, without trying. So, where do I go from here? After all, I was only a guest, and the attractive older woman I'd just screwed, was the host.

Fortunately, Jessica absolved me any doubts, when she uttered: "I'm famished! Let's have something to eat. We can continue this later. Also, we need to talk."

I was wholeheartedly in favour of food but was more intrigued about what 'we needed to talk'

She directed me to go to the kitchenette, where I would find a tray of finger-food in the fridge, as well as a bottle of white wine. I was to lay it all out and wait for her, while she showered herself clean of the 'love juices' from our coital activities.

I assisted her out of the hot-tub, and she headed into the shower.

I dried off, donned my designated bathrobe and made for the kitchenette, as directed.

My Aunt was already on the ball in so far as the experience being 'life-changing', as she described it, but the best was yet to come.

To be continued in Episode 2...