half-naked in no time. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to be finding it difficult to find a way into Jessie’s tight dress. He seemed to lose patience after a couple of minutes of being unable to find any give in the fabric and he simply lifted up her hem and stuck his fingers down her knickers. Not that they were really knickers, he noticed, more like a G-string with a small triangle of black lace on the front. He felt his cock bulging, hard and erect, desperate to be free from the confines of jeans and underwear. That was far too much clothing.
Jessie again with her nimble fingers seemed to read his mind and made short work of his belt and fly. He wriggled free of his boxers and jeans, tossing them aside along with his shoes, and returned to Jessie. She was still standing up, leaning against the wall, her dress up around her waist, legs slightly spread. Waiting. Waiting for him.
‘Fuck me,’ she ordered him. Jack didn’t need telling twice. He scooped the string of her panties to one side and rubbed his cock against her wet pussy.
‘You’re just so wet,’ he said into her hair, still playing with himself against her. He was about to push himself inside her when she gasped something and he stopped to check she was alright.
‘Protection,’ she gasped again with a lazy impending-sex-induced look in her eye.
‘Shit,’ he exclaimed. This woman was making him forget the basic necessities, which he would never have dreamed of doing in China. He scrambled over to where his jeans lay heaped on the floor, leaving Jessie propped up against the wall while he retrieved a condom. He expertly rolled it on and grabbed Jessie by the arse, pulling her forward slightly away from the wall.
‘Now, where were we?’ he asked her rhetorically.
‘You were about to put your cock in me,’ she said breathlessly. He obliged, gently scooping aside her panty string again and pushing his cock deep inside her. She gave him a moan of satisfaction as he penetrated her and began thrusting slowly. She wrapped her legs around him, making an angle where he went deeper and deeper still inside her.
They quickly found their rhythm, gradually going harder and faster against the wall. Jack could tell she was enjoying herself, judging by the escalating series of moans coming from deep inside her, and he briefly wondered if Jessie’s neighbours would be able to hear them. It was highly likely. He felt her climax as her insides twitched on him, and that pushed him over the edge. He felt his own satisfaction as he came in her. They remained glued to each other, up against the wall, her legs still wrapped around him for a moment after, just holding each other.
Jessie slowly peeled herself away from him, one leg at a time.
‘My legs,’ she cried, as she collapsed like a heap of jelly onto the floor.
‘Pitiful,’ Jack said, smiling at her broken body and forlorn little face. ‘Be right back.’
‘Hey, you’re supposed to rescue me,’ Jessie called out in mock helplessness.
‘I just did,’ he shouted out from her bathroom.
When he returned to the hallway, sans condom, she hadn’t budged an inch from the floor.
‘Help me,’ she begged, holding her hands up to him. ‘You broke this old body of mine and the least you could do is help me up.’
‘Not old, just a few rusty joints from disuse,’ he quipped, scooping her up easily into his arms.
‘My my, what big muscles you have,’ Jessie quipped back in a sarcastic tone, feeling one of his biceps with a mock disappointed expression on her face as he carried her through to her bedroom.
Jack just smiled and chucked her onto the bed as though she were as light as a feather. He collapsed alongside her and they lay looking into each other’s eyes, not talking, for a long time. He was butt naked and Jessie still had her dress on, albeit a screwed-up twisted version of it.
Jessie drifted off into a light post-coital satisfied sleep. When she woke up Jack hadn’t budged. He was still
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