I hold Jen close as she sobs. I make empathetic noises, although I feel at a loss in how to help her. Her tears soaked through my thin shirt, causing momentary irritation on my part.
“Cry as you need then tell me why you are so upset,” I say to the girl nestled on my shoulder.
Jen had appeared at my door a little earlier, clearly distraught. She had told me briefly that she was having some personal problems. I had held her as a friendly gesture, which I now realized had been emotionally overwhelming, and had opened the floodgates of her unhappiness.
The crying subsides, and she begins to explain her sadness. Jen tells me that her husband has left her. Although this appears to be a sudden move on his part, they have been drifting apart for some time.
“He has got some French tart pregnant and says he is committed to marrying her,” she explains, continuing “that’s long-distance lorry drivers for you.”
I feel some sorrow for her and say, “It must be very raw just now. Do you see any way that things might get back to normal?”
“Honestly no,” she tells me, “I have already had a letter from his solicitor.”
“Do you have anyone looking after your interests?” I ask.
“No not yet,” says Jen.
“Call this number tomorrow,” I tell her, “it’s a friend in the legal department. Explain that I have given you the number. Okay?” I say to her as I write on a small notepad.
Handing her the note, our hand’s touch, and linger. An electric sensation passes through me, as I tell myself this is not the time or place to have passions. I look across at Jen and note she is trembling slightly.
“Put the number in your bag don’t lose it,” I whisper to her.
She does this, and says, “Thanks, I feel a little better maybe I should be going and leave you in peace.”
“If you have to,” I tell her.
I pull her to me and give her a deep hot-blooded kiss on the mouth. With her tits pressing against me, I can tell she is not wearing a bra. Jen stares into my eyes, and I return her unwavering gaze. Jen stares into my eyes, and I return her unwavering gaze. I feel for the poppers on her shirt and slowly unfasten them. Her breasts are exposed when I brush aside the garment. I place my hands on them, squeezing and lifting them. The large nipples harden.
Watching her eyes close, I feel her hands releasing my belt and tugging at my trousers.
“Let’s get in a better position,” I say to Jen.
She then moves and straddles the arm of a chair. Facing me, she releases my cock, and my pants drop to the floor. I have a fantastic sensation when her tongue moistens the tip of my penis. My cock swells as she takes me in both hands, guiding me to the hot sweaty valley between her tits.