Once again, thank you to Literotica and its audience for indulging me in expressing this fantasy erotica. This is the third chapter in the continuation of the Babydoll series. I was asked by many to continue with these characters and I decided to do so in this new series, instead of continuing on with the old series.
For any new viewers, you may want to read 'Sweet as Sugar' 1 and 2 and then read the original story (Babydoll) later as a prequel. I have appreciated the encouragement that has been given in the feedback of the previous two chapters. If you really do like the story, please let me know and give me a vote accordingly.
Any likenesses or similarities of character are purely coincidental.
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It had been a long week. I had several trials and other matters on my agenda that were taking up all of my waking hours and had been tying me up in knots for a while. So, when I had finished all of my court work on Thursday and settled matters at the office, I told my secretary Beverly that I was going to work from home on Friday. If anyone seriously needed me that she could call me. She knew the routine. That meant that someone better have done something that had them in jail without bail, otherwise I would have the day off.
Jill, Paige, and I went out to dinner that night and I had a few drinks afterward before getting into bed at 10pm. It was early February and we had all settled back into our familiar routines in the weeks subsequent to that fateful beginning of the New Year. That meant that Jill was busy with her own legal practice and she was always running our pre-teen daughter around to various activities such as Girl Scouts and Gymnastics.
On Friday morning, Jill was up at the crack of dawn as she always is during work weeks. She says she does her best work early in the morning and then she drives Paige to school, before heading to her office. They wouldn't be home until late in the day, so I had the place to myself. I didn't intend to do much and that was the way it was working out.
I had awoken at 8am and laid in bed until 10am, before checking my messages while having my coffee. Thankfully there was nothing important, so I read the newspaper and browsed the internet and went about having a rare lazy day. I was burnt out, so this was a good thing.
I'm not one for eating much breakfast, so a little after 11am rolled around I was hungry for my first food of the day. I fixed a Turkey sandwich and headed to our screened-in porch area which lies underneath the back deck out next to the pool. A few years before, we had this area renovated so that it was comfortably enclosed into a sunroom during this time of the year. I had just finished my sandwich and was enjoying a glass of tea when I heard a car drive up into the driveway, so I headed inside to see who it might be and what was going on.
I couldn't even get to the window to look out before hearing the doorbell ring. I headed to the door and when I opened it I was a bit stunned. It was Ashley and we don't normally ring the doorbell. As brother and sister, we normally just walk right in, if the door isn't locked. Besides that, it is a rare occasion when we don't call first.
So here she was unannounced and she appeared to be a bit of a mess. She was teary-eyed. but I couldn't help noticing she was wearing this eye-catching denim ensemble, consisting of a denim shirt-jacket, buttoned up to the next to last button, and this pair of hip-hugging jeans that displayed her every curve. But, I really needed to know what the tears were all about.
"Come on in," I turned to the side as she entered.
"Is anyone home?" she asked as she moved by.
I responded, "Nah just me."
Without saying another word, she moved up into my arms, "My divorce papers were just delivered," she whimpered.
I replied with a sympathetic nod, "I'm sorry."
"You, of all people, don't need to tell me that," She looked into my eyes, "He sent a note along with it." She moved back and pulled the folded papers from the top pocket of her denim shirt and handed it over. I started reading it, but she decided to cut to the chase as I read, "It says that I never loved him and if he knew better, he'd swear that I was in love with you."
I was taken aback by the confession. The letter said a lot more about their irreconcilable differences. It was a list of grievances that enumerated how he had tried to make it work and that admitted that he had cheated after years of a loveless marriage. I wondered silently how much he really did know. I just think this was a letter of confession. He was settling his broken heart. The financials were settled. He wouldn't be back. There were no worries. It was time for both parties to move on with their lives.
"He is right. We both know it. I never got over you Jimmy," a tear rolled down her cheek. She came forward and took my lips while hugging me.
I reminisced about a time around Christmas long ago. She had wanted me to go shopping with her and I did. Her look aroused me significantly.
Almost 33, Ashley was still as hot as any model you see in magazines. 5'7" tall, 36-26-(and probably now around) 37. She had thickened up a little over time, but it was all in proportion to her luscious curves. Her hair had been honey blonde, but right now before me, she displayed that full headed, fluffy reddish mane that made my inner being pulsate. It was obvious that she had just arrived from the Spa she so often frequented.
'Hmmmm...' that face was still flawless with only the beginnings of some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Those perfect jugs, flared hips, and those thick tight thighs. My matured libido grew in arousal, which was something that usually didn't respond as quickly as when I was younger. I enjoyed the stimulating feeling of Ash's presence before me. The girl was still a goddess.
Ash took my hand and pulled me towards the steps and led me upstairs, "I need you to make me feel better Jimmy." I was getting close to full arousal as we entered the guestroom and continued our embrace. I was churning inside, trying to remain composed. Inside my old room, which was now the guest room, I shut the door and locked it. Something instinctually made me seek privacy. As I held Ash close, I softly pecked her lips. "You are still the hottest bitch on planet Earth."
Ashley shook her head, "I wanna be. I wanna be for you."
I pulled her in front of the familiar dresser with the mirror. I don't know what perfume she was wearing, but her essence was intoxicating. "Look at you," noticing her swoon.
"Oh Jimmy," she protested.
