Jen called Gregg from work the next day and left a message on his voicemail that she'd be able to make it over to his place about 7:00 that evening. Pretty, dirty blonde-haired Jen had adjourned to the ladies room five times that day to masturbate about Gregg. She knew he was trim, sexy and muscular, but she did not know that he had a 9" cock that had ejaculated deep inside her married sister 26 hours before. Jen had thought Dorothy and her husband's marriage was a model of devotion and order and had always been envious of her older sister for it.
As Jen had sat masturbating at her workplace toilet, she had visualized Gregg making passionate love to her inside some of her favorite paintings. The painting she had saved in her mind for "that special moment", her orgasm, was one called "the proposal". In it, Jen had painted a very pregnant woman in the 1890's period, complete with parasol, sitting on a rock near a pond, with her suitor down on bended knee in front of her, head down, holding her hand, his throbbing, pale erection hanging out of his dark pants, exposed.
Jen was very much a romantic, and conventional too, wanting very much to "do things right". At 23-years-old and fresh out of college the year before, Jen was definitely looking for the right man, and although she prided herself in being down-to-Earth, she saw that as far as Gregg was concerned, she was also allowing her clit to have a large say in the matter.
Gregg pretty much slid right into her when she arrived at his apartment. There was a little small talk, sure, and Jen had even brought over a bottle of grey reisling, but two minutes into the "conversation" on the couch.., and Jen did not say a peep when Gregg leaned over her and unbuttoned the top of her jeans. "I really like you Jen.", he said into her ear with steamy breath, pulling up on the top of her jeans so the crotch would press into her pussy. "I like you to." she said, her voice trembling. She could smell her own nipples starting to perfume.
She knew she was going to be stuffed in a couple of minutes. Gregg pulled the zipper of her jeans down and heard her kick off her shoes. He then knelt between her legs and dropped kiss after passionate kiss on the pastel green panties covering her two labia and clit. After a little of that, Jen was so wet that Gregg could have made her cum in less than a minute if he had applied his finger anywhere near her clit and rubbed or stroked.
It had been almost six months since Jen had had sex and she was on the pill, so she squeezed Gregg's hand in rapid fire, three times. He knew what that meant. He stood and offered her a hand. They stood and as they walked to the bedroom, Gregg knew he had Dorothy's sister.
Standing in the dark beside the bed, he hugged Jen and said, "I love you, Jen." She didn't stop hugging him. "I don't know why I'm saying this. It's just how I feel, and I feel it really strongly." He scooped her up and placed her on the bed. Six-foot Jen had never been treated like this before. Men had always treated her like a "strong woman". Never like a tender angel. He stood beside her and took his clothes off, exposing his hairy chest and attentive erection. Jen stared at his cock. As far as she was concerned, it owned her from that point on.
She smiled and quickly pulled off her jeans and blouse. Gregg reached around to unsnap her pastel green peek-a-boo bra. He placed it down and then removed her panties with is teeth, growling. Jen started growling too. He could smell her essence from her vagina and anus right through her panties. Her body was giving off some strong signals and she even instinctively wondered if taking her contraceptive this morning had been a mistake.