"Not now. Maybe later."
That ended our conversation when a man pulled her on the dance floor to do the Renegade. It wasn't a dance as far as I could tell and had more hand and arm movements than an NFL referee. But when she was doing it, may God she looked sexy.
I watched her dance with several more men while I hit the bar. I was on my third Johnnie Walker when Jesse came up to me and said, "Didn't you ask me to dance?"
"Gosh, Jesse, I'm not up-to-date on half of these dances. I knew 'em all in college but they change so fast."
"Okay, if there is something you know, I'll be here for a while longer."
I snuck over to the DJ and asked him to play something from my college years. A twenty-dollar bribe didn't harm my cause. From then on, he played three or four songs I knew. Jesse and I danced to them all.
"I'm tired, Glenn. I want to go home."
I grabbed a silver glass slipper that was a plastic prop used for the Champagne toast to the newlyweds and gave it to Jesse. "What's this for, Glenn?"
"It's your slipper, Cinderella, isn't it? I'm taking you home from the ball."
She kissed me, a little more than the one I gave her earlier, and asked, "In a pumpkin driven by mice?"
"Well, there is a shortage of pumpkins this week so a Porsche convertible will have to do.
"How about the goose? Will the goose be driving and the mice pulling the carriage?
"No, I'm driving this time and the mice had a rather awkward encounter with the cat. Will that be okay for my princess?"
"It depends on where you're taking me. Please don't take me back to that horrible stepmother. Take me someplace far away from her."
"Will my place be acceptable to your highness?" She grinned and gave me a wink.
I took her to my place giving her a proper kiss once we were inside.
Jesse was good in bed but not adventurous at first. There is a certain protocol to be followed when a couple has sex for the first time. I asked her if she wanted something to drink. She didn't. I showed her around the apartment. She gave me all the required compliments. The bedroom came last and that's where we embraced. I helped her off with her dress. My fingers were a bit clumsy unhooking her bra. Jesse's thong stayed on a while longer. She was busy with my buckle and zipper. I still had on my bowtie and shirt when she went down on me for the obligatory blowjob.
Jessica wiggled out of her thong, then sat on the bed in a semi-lotus position with her pussy framed by her magnificent legs. It was an extraordinarily erotic picture; my head swelled with lust. With my blood pressure going through the roof and my cock twitching like a cat's tail, I slipped into bed next to her. I was between those heavenly legs the moment she opened them to receive attention from my lips and tongue. She had a tuft of hair above her slit and I devoured everything below it for most of a quarter hour.
It was a glorious feeling being inside a woman's warm wet cunt made better with those legs, Jesse's wonderful legs, wrapped around me. After nearly two months without a woman, I was back in the game. She probably didn't cum the first time we indulged in our carnal desires and she didn't seem to mind that I had cum inside her. Jesse didn't say much when I finished except, "Give me a Kleenex before I wet your bed."
After another long silence, she asked, "Do you do yoga, Glenn?"
"No, I'm not into yoga."
"Let me show you one of the yoga poses for you, then you might like it. This is called the Pigeon pose and it's perfect for deep throat. She knelt with her back to me in the middle of the bed, then leaned all the way back until her head hung over the edge of the bed. Her flexibility was amazing! Jesse's mouth was open, and she licked her lips. This left nothing to my imagination. I was down her throat, and she was able to keep it there like heaven on earth, or in this case, in her throat.
Pulling herself up, she said, "Now let's do Downward Dog." It was like doing doggy, but she stood on her hands and toes. She looked like an inverted V when I easily slid into her soaked pussy from the rear.
Two dozen strokes later, she introduced me to the Fish pose. This was basically the missionary position but with her hands under her hips and her back arched.
"Usually I'm supposed to keep my legs closed." she said, "but I'll keep them open for you at first, then I'll close them when you're in. I get a special feeling when my legs are closed with a man inside me."
The dreamy look on her face with her eyes rolling back told me how much she enjoyed having sex with me on top and her legs together. I was close, on the edge, and about to cum when she said, "Now let's do one more, the Plow pose. It's great for deep penetration. That's when you cum."
She laid on her back and swung her legs over and behind her head leaving her fuck hole open for me to ravish. "When you put it inside me, get that big dick of yours all the way in, as deep as you can. That's what makes this pose so great. Don't stop until you to cum," she instructed. I straddled her hips and sent my cock balls deep in her hole like she wanted and pounded hard into her. Outside the yoga crowd, it's called the piledriver. I drove it into her over and over again until creaming up to her cervix while she moaned and whimpered with delight.
"Thank you, Glenn. That was so nice. You're good at yoga," she said after doing some last-minute stretches. "Where's the bathroom so I can freshen up?"
I drove Jesse to her apartment as the sun was chasing away the stars. She kissed me and said, "Maybe we'll meet again." It didn't sound promising. I took that as a woman's way of saying, "Goodbye. Don't call me, I'll call you." I was politely and regally dismissed. I was devastated.
Weeks went by and I didn't call her, although I came close. The phone was in my hand and her number punched in the keyboard, but I couldn't hit 'Send.' Sure, I could make an ass out of myself and text her but that would mean I'd expect Jesse to text back. It would only make things worse if she didn't reply. She made me feel terribly insecure.
But miracles happen and she text'd me saying there was a party Saturday night and I might like to meet some of her friends. Yeah, I'd even meet her on the moon if she asked. She said the dress code was casual.
The party was on the top floor of an apartment building and everyone was on the terrace. I searched for Jesse until she found me. "Oh, Glenn, so glad that you could make it tonight. Let me introduce you to my friends." Jesse looked ravishing wearing a light satin top draped over her braless chest giving just a hint of both nipples. The tight short shorts she wore flaunted her firm ass and accented her long slender legs.
I roamed the terrace with her trying to remember names. It was a diverse age group from college kids to mid-forties. There were an equal number of men and women, but it was hard to tell if any of them came as a couple. We stopped to have a conversation with a guy by the name of Brad. She told me, "Brad is my yoga instructor," and it was at that point Jesse left me to fend for myself. I explained to Brad that I was a friend of Jesse's and he chuckled and said, "Yeah, everyone is a friend of Jesse's." I didn't know how to take that, but it sounded like a compliment. "Do you do yoga?" he asked.
"Only once and I loved it."
I wandered around the terrace helping myself to a drink and found everyone to be friendly. Some of the women that I hoped to meet walked off with a guy and I figured they had left the party. They always reappeared later, but it was Jesse I wanted to be with. When I tried to find her, she also had disappeared. Jesse wasn't on the terrace and I didn't see her for nearly an hour when she came back with a tall black guy. It was Brad, the yoga man I had met earlier.
Just about the same time, a nice-looking woman twenty years older than me walked up and said, "We haven't met. My name is Stella Feinstein. I live downstairs in Unit 349."
I could have said, "Hello, nice to meet you," and walked away but there was something about how she said Unit 349. It almost sounded like an invitation. There was more. Stella wore an exotic blouse, scooped neck displaying a generous amount of cleavage of her ample breasts. To describe her tits as ample was an understatement. In a word, she was sexy for a woman of her age, so we continued to talk.
It turned out she was Mrs. Feinstein and she told me that her husband and Patty were in their apartment, Unit 349. "Oh, here he is," she said abruptly when an older man with silver hair walked on the terrace with a girl younger than me. "Darling, I'd like you to meet Glenn. Glenn is a good friend of Jessica James."
We shook hands and he left for the bar with the girl who looked like she was having a bad hair day. Her makeup didn't look much better. Stella said, "That's Patty his secretary. We continued our conversation which became more intimate.
"Are you here to hookup with someone special, Glenn?" she asked.
