Well..based on my reports today you all know what I did Friday and Saturday nights - and I was planning on putting back some weight on Sunday - but my little Jillian had other ideas. Dirty ones.
Her text came at 11:02:11 am, wanting to know if I got any sex last night, of all things, followed by some flattering descriptors of my body parts. Then, "I'm available tonight...take care of me? :)" Hmm! Nothing like a good ad campaign to get your attention. This required serious consideration, I thought about it and responded at 11:02:15 am, with "I'm in".
At about 5:30 she called and explained she had been doing renovation work on her parents home and (uh oh, here it comes I thought) she was going to jump in the shower and come over (Right on baby!). She screeched up to my driveway at 7pm and popped out looking model-ready...all for me. Tight jeans, black boots, shrink wrapped dark top showing the swell of her cleavage, her hair in a super-cute "Something About Mary" flip, lots of clinky, sparkly jewelry, smelling great. My date had arrived - and I really hoped my neighbors were watching.
We went to dinner at Clay Terrace. The original restaurant I chose held a recent bad memory for her - so I took care of that and we made new memories across the street. There, over cocktails, sushi and a bottle of wine, we forgot all about anything to do with the past. We made a happy night of it there, many of you know she is splendid company. I knew she was enjoying it too - or maybe getting tipsy - when I got up to visit the restroom, she grabbed my head, pulled me down for a smouldering goodbye long enough to elicit elbow-nudges from the staff. Excellent!
Back at my place, we did a first-base-rounding-to-second (her on me) right in the garage before even getting inside. She had a time limit I was not originally aware of, but no matter, I had wanted to get her singing falsetto sooner than later anyway. In the bedroom, I can speed the parade along with the best of 'em; I pulled her her expensive-looking top over her head and tied her hands with it; bra came off with one hand; threw both boots over my shoulders; jeans off in one movement...and...Tadaaaaa! Whoops, forgot her socks. OK...Tadaaaaa!!
Started with a wriggling DATY, sexy, sexy BBBJ, lots of kissing and round of all the usual favorites. Later I found myself playing Willie Shoemaker, riding her from the edge of the bed doing my best to encourage her across the finish line. Later, it was slow, romantic and sexy - where we finished face to face, sweating. Simply, she makes sex fun, like it should be.
Later - our cuddling and extra rounds were promised for next time, for she simply had to get home. But that was fine, I loved that she was giggling as she got dressed. We had a great night and I needed some sleep anyway. After I was in bed and she was gone I noticed a souvenir she left for me there, and it made me laugh. I know lots of you have tried to get hold of her - I've heard about it already - and I have no secret code to get her to call you back - she sees who she sees. But all I can advise is to beg, borrow and sell yourself if you must - she is one in a million.
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