Lisette Ch. 02

One of the things he had prescribed, however, was Viagra - in case I found myself in a situation where I might need an added boost. I'd certainly masturbated many times in the past year, I wasn't dead. But I also wasn't sure if I could keep up with a twenty year-old if the situation called for it. Maybe I could, but I didn't want to leave anything to chance on this particular evening.

One of my buddies had been encouraging me to use Viagra for years. He boasted about how he didn't need it; he could get and keep an erection fine. But he was always waxing on about the incredible effects: how freaking hard he got, how long his erection would last, and how strongly it would return after a round or two.

Having not taken it before, I was a bit reluctant. But the thought that I might find myself in a sexual situation with Jillie before the evening was over was beginning to look like a good bet. So I decided to throw caution to the wind and take a chance. I scooted upstairs to my bathroom and took half a blue pill, brushed my teeth and splashed on a drop of my favorite cologne. I could hear a blow dryer running in Jillie's room and tried to imagine what she would look like when she returned to the kitchen.

I headed back downstairs and continued to prep dinner. I seasoned the filets and let them sit, chopped up more veggies for the salad and decanted the Brunello to breathe. I put on some soft background music and set the table with a few candles. I felt a little silly and very obvious. This young lady was my daughter's age. But it was one of those once-in-a lifetime moments and I didn't want to look back with regret on having passed up what was shaping up to be a great opportunity. That, in retrospect, was a very wise decision and one I have been thankful for ever since.

I was at the island making a dressing for the salad when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see Jillian descending the staircase. She had looked gorgeous when she'd wandered through the kitchen earlier on her way from the beach to the shower. Now she had transformed herself into a vision that literally took my breath away. I had a sharp knife in my hand and stopped cutting, lest I slice right through a much needed finger. I closed my mouth so I wouldn't drool all over myself and ruin the moment.

She looked like she had just stepped off the runway. The casual dress she had described was a multi-colored sun dress that looked to be of a very expensive material, given the way it draped over the sinuous curves of her body. Thin straps held up the bodice which was encasing her soft generous breasts without the aid of a bra. Her cleavage shown round and dark as it disappeared into the deep vee crease of the top of her dress. It hugged her curvy hips perfectly, then flared out to a swirling sheaf of pleated material that swayed with every movement she made. The dress hung beautifully on the upper slopes of her ass, accentuating the prominent curve of her beautiful butt. It came to just above the knees and left her long calves on display, elongated by the impossibly tall open-toed sandals she was wearing.

She had washed and blow-dried her long blond hair and styled it to look like she'd done nothing to it, even though I'm sure it had taken some effort. She had applied make-up, but not too much and long dangling hoop earrings added to all the moving parts that were vying for attention as she entered the kitchen. Her hips swayed seductively as she strode confidently into the room - her hair bouncing, her earrings swinging, her dress swirling. I was dumbstruck and was not going to try and hide that fact. Actually, I couldn't have, even if I'd wanted to.

"Jillian," was the first word out of my mouth. She walked toward the island with a big smile, her incredible tits bouncing ever so subtly as she strode into the kitchen. She placed her hands on the counter and leaned forward just a little, showcasing the swell of her magnificent breasts somewhat pressed between her bare upper arms. I couldn't resist looking, but brought my eyes back quickly to hers. God, I could spend a lifetime looking into those beautiful eyes; such a clear shade of cerulean blue. And I also knew I could spend the rest of the evening getting totally lost inside that cleavage. She was drawing me in like a powerful magnet.

"You clean up nicely," I commented with a grin, trying to downplay the moment.

"Well, thank you. It's not every night a guy makes dinner for me. I thought it was worth a little extra effort," she added. She pulled away from the counter and twirled a 360 to show me all sides. "You like?" she asked, rhetorically.

I tried to think of something clever to say, but my brain was mush at that point. "Yes, Jillie. I like. I like very much, in fact. You're an amazingly beautiful woman, if I may say so."

"Of course you may. I appreciate the compliment. Thanks, Mr. G."

"You know, you don't have to call me Mr. G. You can call me Jack," I stated.

"I don't know. I kind of like calling you Mr. G. Do you mind?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Of course not," I replied. "I can see why you didn't want to go clubbing. You would have had every guy in the place groveling at your feet," I said. I wasn't pandering; it was the truth.

"That's nice of you to say, but I bet the rest of the girls looked pretty hot before they left. I would have just been part of the pack. This is much nicer."

She pulled out one of the high stools and hopped up into a sitting position, crossing her long sleek limbs, her breasts bouncing once again as she settled into the seat. The dress pulled up high, exposing the smoothest, most perfectly formed thighs I think I'd ever laid eyes on. I felt an unfamiliar tingling in my body and realized that the Viagra was probably working its way into my system.

I pulled out two huge goblets, worthy of a big wine like a Brunello, and poured us both a glass. I handed hers to her and she wrapped her slender manicured fingers around the stem. I gazed deeply into her pretty eyes as I raised my glass for a toast.

"To tonight," I offered.

She lightly clanged her glass against mine and produced that prefect ring that only nice crystal can offer.

"Yes," she agreed. "To tonight."

I took a sip of the deep ruby nectar and looked at this gorgeous young woman seated before me, ready to spend the evening with me. It sent a shiver down my spine, but a wave of doubt through my brain. What was I doing?

Jillian must have seen the look at my eye and she placed her glass on the counter and spoke.

"Are you alright, Mr. G.? You look a little perplexed." She was obviously good at reading people.

"I'm fine, Jillie. I'm certainly looking forward to spending the evening with a beautiful young woman and making a nice dinner, but..."

"But what?" she inquired.

"I don't know. I just feel weird, I guess. I mean, you're my daughter's dorm mate, you're less than half my age, and then I had that thing with your sister many years ago. I'm sorry, I'm a little confused I guess. And it's been awhile since, well, you know." I wasn't being particularly articulate because I really didn't know what I was trying to say. Jillie came to the rescue.

"Listen, Mr. G. If I didn't want to be here right now, I wouldn't be here, I'd be in Charleston with the girls. I know this is a rather odd situation, but it's also one of those moments in life that just happen sometimes and you have to grab them when you can. You have your life, I have mine. Who knows if another moment like this will happen again - maybe it will, maybe it won't? But we're here right now. And we're going to have a wonderful dinner and a great bottle of wine and we'll see what happens."

She took another sip of wine and I looked at her anew. God, she was so incredibly young and gorgeous. I felt like I was way out of my league, but how could I argue with the present situation? She seemed so confident - and willing.

"And, Mr. G., just so you know. I find you incredibly attractive. You wear the patina of age well and you'd probably be surprised by the number of girls my age who find older men sexy." She paused and smiled in a kind of naughty way. "And you know how my sister felt about it. Her story about you two, well, it still turns me on to think about her and you. I never thought we'd actually cross paths, yet here we are."

She put her glass down and walked around the counter towards me, a vision of loveliness.

"So let's just enjoy the evening and see what happens. Okay?"

In her heels she was very close to my height. My eyes scanned her body quickly as she approached: her lean curvy form, her exquisite face and long blond hair, those big baby blue eyes and luscious jiggly breasts. She placed her hands softly on my chest and leaned in for a soft kiss. My mind swirled from the moment and a subtle whiff of her velvety perfume.

Our mouths met in the loveliest kiss imaginable. Her lips were so soft and the moment froze as we kissed. It was an innocent kiss, but one fraught with the subtle potential of the evening still unfolding. I felt her hands move on my chest and heard just the softest whimper as our lips meshed.

She pulled away and our eyes locked, searching for the meaning of the moment. I didn't want to break the spell with words, so I put my hand on her cheek as I felt her lightly press her body against my hip. My erection, which had been lurking during this conversation, sprung forth with a vengeance. My light loose shorts did nothing to hide its projection as the end of my cock pressed out at an awkward, slightly downward angle. There was no doubt that Jillie could feel it and there was no way to hide it.

I decided to answer with another kiss, as my hand slid behind her head and neck and I pulled her in for a second kiss, my fingers tangling into the mane of hair at the base of her skull. This one was more passionate and I felt her tongue reach out to meet mine. She pressed her belly against my erection and made it clear that she didn't mind feeling my rising excitement against her warm body. Both of us gasped a little as our tongues swirled and our mutual arousal began to erupt. We broke the kiss at the same time, knowing that we needed to stop or dinner would never happen. But the enormity of the kiss and the trajectory of the evening were now crystal clear to both of us.

Jillian pulled away and glanced downward at the crazy angled teepee in my pants. She grinned mischievously and turned to walk back to her wine, still sitting on the far side of the counter. Her ass looked amazing in the lovely dress she'd chosen to wear for me. She eyed the two slabs of beef on the island, covered in olive oil, salt and pepper, awaiting the grill.

"Mmm. Nice meat," she stated as she lifted her wine to her lovely mouth, her eyes twinkling with anticipation and double meaning.

I would have normally been erect anyway from this sort of encounter. But the Viagra seemed to have given me an extra kick-start. I was liking this stuff and I wasn't going to be embarrassed about the clear physical sign of my arousal. I just played along as if it was the most natural thing in the world; which, in a way, it was.

"Well, speaking of, I better get these on the grill if we're going to have any time to enjoy the later part of the evening." I picked up the platter and Jillian laughed as her gaze battered between my eyes and my serious bulge. "I'm going to throw these on and be right back," I stated.

"Don't get too close to the fire," she joked. "I don't want you burning anything."

I smiled as I headed outside and arranged the steaks on the grill, taking a few minutes to allow my erection to subside before returning inside. What a cheeky young lady, I thought to myself. When the time was right, it wasn't going to take much to get me going again. But as much as I was looking forward to whatever might happen post dinner, I wanted to enjoy Jillian's company as well. I re-entered the house and sidled back to the island where she awaited.

The next hour was wonderful. We engaged in a great conversation as I bounced back out to the grill a time or two to check on the slabs. Jillie lit the candles and lowered the lights some more and I finally returned with two perfectly cross-hatched filets. I dialed in some appropriate music and the atmosphere for a quiet romantic dinner for two was complete. We dished up two plates and sat down at the table to a wonderful meal of great food, wine and conversation.

What became clearly apparent was that Jillian was much more than just a very pretty girl. She was articulate and intelligent and very much aware of the world around her. We talked about school, about my work, about current events, politics, her future, even sports. She was a poly sci major so she had a keen interest in national politics and the general state of affairs. My attraction for her grew as we talked and the soothing effects of the fine wine were soon making us both relax in the moment. I kept having to pinch myself as I gazed across the table at my dinner companion. She looked even more beautiful in the candlelight and I couldn't help but notice how the flickering shadows deepened the intoxicating crevice of her delicious cleavage. Whether it was right or wrong was not mattering to me anymore. I wanted this young lady more with each passing moment, and it was quite clear that the feeling was mutual.

The truth is I could have kept talking with her all night long, but I glanced at my watch and realized that, while we were alone for the moment, there was a Jeep load of girls that would be returning before too long and an evening like this might not come to pass this way again soon, if ever. I posed the question of dessert.

Jillian took my hands in hers. They felt so soft and warm as she spoke.

"Tell you what, Mr. G. Why don't you close up shop here in the kitchen. I'm going to go upstairs and freshen up a bit, then I'm going to head out to your lovely hot tub. It looks like we could use a little more wine," she said, holding up the empty bottle. "Why don't you come and join me when you're ready. I have an idea for dessert," she said with a little giggle. She gave my hands a little squeeze and stood. I watched her head for the stairs, her round young cheeks tightly jiggling with each step. Damn, her ass looked so incredibly fine in that dress and in those heels. I sighed and began to clean up.

A few minutes later Jillie returned to the kitchen, walked up to me and turned around right in front of me, pulling her hair up off her shoulders.

"Will you unzip me, Mr. G.?" I wasn't going to turn down that request. I slowly lowered the zipper, almost to her waist, confirming the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. I placed my hands on her shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed the side of her neck. I gazed down into the soft supple cleavage that was accentuated by the deep shadow of the candlelight and even more exposed with the loosening of her dress. She smelled of vanilla and flowers. She turned her head to whisper in my ear.

"Do you want to see my breasts?" she asked quietly.

"I'd like nothing more," I whispered in return.

She arched her back slightly, pressing her warm ass against the hard lump in my shorts and held the straps of her dress in either hand. I wrapped my hands around her and placed them on the swell of her belly. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to lower the dress along the upper slopes of breasts. I watched over her shoulder, as she unveiled them to me for the first time.

Suddenly both nipples popped free and she moaned softly as they became visible.

"Oh, Jillian. That may be the most beautiful think I have ever seen," I said in all honesty. She lowered the bodice until her breasts stood proud and full, her nipples hard and sitting high and wide on her young tits.

"You can touch them, if you'd like," she continued, once again pressing her ass against my raging erection.

I didn't reply; I just complied with her wishes. My hands came up her tummy to cradle her breasts from below. They looked even larger than I had imagined and were so soft and heavy in my hand. I weighed them and squished them slightly as the soft flesh oozed between my wrinkled fingers. I lightly touched her erect nipples with the tips of my middle fingers and heard her gasp approval.

"Mmm, do you like to have them sucked, Jillie?" I asked. I was in heat. This young lady had me so turned on.

"I do, Mr. G. And sometimes I like them bitten," she responded. She turned and reached down to grab my hard cock through my shorts. She gave me a few short squeezes and pulled the top of her dress back up.

"Come find me," she implored, as she strode to the back door, practically falling out of her dress. I could see the lovely curve of her lower back as she demurely held her dress in place and headed out the door. I blew out the candles, placed the few dishes we had dirtied in the dishwasher and opened another bottle of good red wine. I debated going out just the way I was, but I had just unzipped her dress and knew she had most likely discarded it before climbing in to the tub. What did I have to hide or lose? Nothing, I decided.

So I threw caution to the wind and undressed, tossing my clothes onto a chair. I'd stayed in shape and wasn't embarrassed by my body. And my cock was hanging heavy and ready. I could feel the not-so-subtle effects of the Viagra and knew that it wasn't going to take much to bring me to full attention. I grabbed the bottle of wine and our glasses and headed for the door.

The hot tub was down at the end of the patio, overlooking the pool. I could see that Jillie had lit a few of the jar candles that surrounded the tub and I saw the shadow of her form lounging in the burbling water. I could feel my penis bouncing and swaying between my thighs as I approached, and knew she was watching me.

"Mmm. My dessert is here," she whispered from the tub.

"It is, indeed, young lady," I stated as I placed the two glasses on the deck surrounding the tub, poured us both a nice serving and handed her a glass. She floated to my side of the tub, still immersed, and took the glass. We toasted, each took a sip and placed our glasses down.

"Come sit on the side, Mr. G.," she said invitingly. "Jack," she added for good measure and with a smile.

I followed orders, placed my legs in the swirling water and sat at the edge of the tub. I leaned back on my elbows on the surrounding deck and spread my legs. I could feel the fullness of my cock hanging heavy and ready between my thighs and watched her glide through the water until she was between my legs.

She had put her hair up in a twist and looked sexy as hell in the combination of uplight from the tub and the ambient light from the few lit candles surrounding us. She placed her hands on the top of my thighs and her head rose up from between my legs.

"Hi," she cooed.

"Hi, Jillie," I whispered back.

She pulled up just high enough to place gentle kiss on the top of my shaft. It wasn't going to take much to get me fully erect, but she was just barely teasing me at this point.

"Mmm. It's beautiful Mr. G. I want to make it hard," she said softly, licking the mushroomed head.

I felt her wrap her slender hand around the root of my shaft and cup my heavy hanging balls with her other hand. There are few sights that are more of a turn-on to me than seeing a lovely woman handle my cock with care. I felt a surge of arousal race through my veins as she gingerly began to fondle me. Her soft touch had me literally rock hard in no time as I watched her manicured fingers, a thin silver ring around her middle finger, slowly stroking my length as her other hand gently massaged my tightening balls.

"God, you're so hard. Harder than a lot of the guys at school, though they're usually drunk on their asses," she laughed. I could see her looking at my steely hard erection as she leaned in to lick me. She started low and lathered my shaft with saliva as she ascended to the bulbous tip, only to lick her way down the length once again. She kept looking up at me, making eye contact to ensure that I was enjoying her touch. My lustful gaze and an erection at full staff left no doubt to the answer to that question.