Jakes Desire

JAKE'S DESIRE

He had always loved the feeling of a morning awakening in a warm bed, stretching his naked body to its full extension, half-erect, and reaching for the warm body of his partner lying beside him.

Ann always slept with her back to him, which was at times a frustration, but he craved the warm sensation of naked bodies grinding against each other. Sex, on a regular basis, was a necessity for Jake. Four or five times a week would suit him fine. The problem rested in the fact that his partner didn't share the same level of needs and desires. She'd set some pretty conservatively rigid boundaries Jake had issues with. Her once-a-week regimen of straight-up, basic sex was little more than an appetizer for him.

All too often, Jake had been left to satisfy his needs during his morning shower, although that was little satisfaction compared to the warmth of an attentive woman's body. Still, it had to suffice for now. He kept hope that something might spark Ann's interest - a wish that was becoming more doubtful as time passed.

Always priding himself on maintaining a toned body, Jake exercised daily and mowed an elderly lady's lawn just down the street. She had been a friend of his mother in the days of his youth. The thing that kept him interested was Mrs. Clayton's granddaughter, who came for occasional visits.

Carly was in her late 20s, 5'6", and tanned, with brunette hair and green eyes that could melt steel. Her most endearing trait in Jake's eyes was her love of flirting. She was merciless toward him. Jake always felt that she could sense Ann's low libido and felt sorry for him.

On many occasions, he'd found his mind fixated on visions of Carly crossing the bounds of flirtation to see that Jake had all his needs met whenever she was near. As much as he'd like to think there was a chance of any of those fantasies becoming reality, she'd not given any indication that would be the case. After all, he was almost twice her age. Still, he got the impression that the age difference wasn't an issue. She saw his hunger, and Jake hoped someday she'd act.

The next week, when Jake was mowing Mrs. Clayton's lawn, she asked if he could move a spare bed from the attic into a room she was making up as a guest room.

"Expecting guests?" he asked.

"Oh yes! I'm so excited! Carly is coming to spend the summer with me", she beamed. "You know she teaches at the University in Rockport, but she wants to get away this summer. She works too hard, and needs a little relaxation."

"She'll like spending time in your pool." Jake was already imagining her long legs lounging beside the pool on lazy summer afternoons. "When will she arrive?"

"On Friday! Just a couple of days from today. I have so much to do! If you could take care of the bed, I'm sure appreciate it." His neighbor had already left him to his thoughts.

"So, Carly will be here all summer! Hmmm. Well, well, well. I'm going to have to make sure she's comfortable and enjoys her time as much as possible!" Absent-mindedly, Jake finished mowing the lawn before bringing Carly's bed down from the attic.

When he got home later that afternoon, Ann was pruning the roses in her backyard garden. "What kept you so long?" she wondered. "Did Mrs. Clayton have extra chores for you?"

"Just helping her do some summer cleaning." Jake begrudged the fact that Ann was jealous of the attention Carly drew from her husband. Yet, she hadn't shown any newfound interest in keeping his attention piqued in their bedroom.

Lying in bed that night, waiting on sleep, Jake's mind was busy plotting reasons to make little unexpected visits to the Clayton home beginning on Friday.

He soon found himself fully erect, massaging his member's full length. When Ann came in from her shower, she paid little attention to him, not even noticing the tent-like shape of the blanket on Jake's side of the bed. Reaching for her current paperback on the nightstand, she turned away from him and began to read, leaving Jake to tend to himself.

As the days passed, Carly became an ever-larger object of his desires, especially considering his dissatisfaction with his current partner's lack of interest in regular sexual activity. He felt that Carly entertained a rather large libido that would need to be tended to quite often in the coming days and weeks. Jake wanted to make sure he was the first and only source of release she would consider.

By Friday afternoon, Jake was like a caged animal, hungry with a desire for Carly that was eager to be calmed. At five o'clock, he'd had all he could take. He had to see her, so armed with a feeble excuse, he headed down the street.

When he let himself into the backyard pool area, he heard music that could mean only one thing. Carly was poolside, relaxing in the sun, no doubt wearing a skimpy bikini.

She heard the gate latch and must've assumed it was him, knowing he'd be around to check on her as soon as he thought she'd arrived. "You're just in time, Jake. I need oil on my back." she teased him.

"I'm just the man for that job! Let me soothe all the tension from those tight muscles." He wasn't going to let her have all the fun of teasing to herself. Two could play at this game.

As he came around to the front of the lounger where Carly was stretched on her stomach, he saw her tiny swimsuit top on the concrete beside her. The oil was beside it.

"How are you, my sexy man?" Carly purred in her most seductive voice. "Have you been thinking about my arrival? I've been hoping you'd come by and brighten my day!" she looked back at him with a smile.

And there it was! Carly had thought of him in much the same way he'd thought of her for some time now. "Well, Ann, you can just read your paperbacks all summer. Jake's gonna find a good dose of relief for what's been ailing him!" he thought to himself.

"Only every minute since I heard the news!" he replied as his oiled-up palms traveled the dangerous curves leading down to the small of her back, stopping as his fingers teased the top of her bikini bottom and slipping inside a few inches. Not only did she make no move of resistance, Carly reached down to loosen the strings holding it in place and then tossed it aside with the top.

"What about Granny?" Jake asked while tossing a worried glance toward the patio door, afraid Mrs. Clayton would walk onto the patio, catching Jake with his gloriously naked granddaughter.

Scoffing at his concern, Carly offered, "Oh, it's alright. Granny knows I sunbathe nude. And you, Mister, won't be anywhere around. Anyway, she's been playing Bridge at a friend's house all afternoon. But, unfortunately, she's due home any time now. Or else, I'd show you how glad I am to see you. But, I have you all summer long, don't I?"

"Granny's going into the city all day tomorrow. Why don't you put on your trunks and come play with me while she's away? You know what they say about the cat being away. This mouse has a few games she's been wanting to play with you! Maybe I should have said 'Swim trunks are optional!"

Within moments after his poolside arrival on the following morning, Jake heard the patio door slide open as Carly's tall lithe figure stepped through the opening. She was clothed in a large terry cloth towel and carrying a serving tray with two glasses and a pitcher of orange juice. As she placed it on a chairside table, Jake noticed the dispenser of massage oil already there.

After pouring a glass for each of them, she straightened and stretched her body as she admired the sundrenched grounds before resting her gaze on Jake. "I thought I'd made it clear that swim trunks were optional. I see you chose the safe way out"

Reaching for the top of the towel where she'd secured it, she let it fall exposing her nude body. "I'd like you to oil my body before we have our juice," she asked. "You wouldn't mind making sure I'm fully protected, would you?"

Jake hoped his lower jaw hadn't dropped as noticeably as he feared upon the sight he was trying not to stare at after the towel had fallen.

"After you've taken care of me to my satisfaction", she smiled, "I'd be more than happy to take the best care of you. Of course, I have only limited resources since you've chosen to be all shy with me this morning, wearing those burdensome trunks!"

The quiet of the still morning air was broken by the sound of Jake's trunks hitting the concrete patio.