Isn't it funny how someone you see the first time isn't your "type"? The person isn't necessarily attractive. In fact, not very pretty at all. At least that's what I told myself the first time I laid my eyes on "Jenn".
I consider myself an ordinary guy who can look in the mirror and face the fact that, hey, I'm not going to be on a magazine cover anytime soon. I am easy on the eyes though. I tell you this only because, as you and I know all too well, we've determined A.) the marriage potential or B.) the cheating potential of that one person who caught our eye. Even if just for a split second, as if we could be so bold to think we can figure someone - or a potential relationship - out in so little time. Oh, we are so naive, aren't we?
I kept telling myself over and over that I was NOT attracted to Jenn, but kept on evaluating the potential of what might happen between the two of us. You know, in that imaginary world of ours? Anyway, she was too thin. I mean, she had a nice ass, and had some pretty serious breasts, but...I'm not a breast guy and she's too thin. So what if she's got pretty eyes and a pleasant smile? Or that when she moves around in a moment of silliness, she moves all of her curves in all the right motions? OK, the pony tail, t-shirt, and jeans that accent her ass COULD be just a bit eye-catching. Still, I wouldn't do her, if she was the only woman alive. Oh, how the mind betrays us.
I eventually got to know Jenn and we actually became good friends. Suddenly, I thought to myself, "Jenn's actually not that bad." After all, aside from my initial feelings toward her, I may have not given her enough credit. Oh, and then there's this one time when she made herself up more than usual. Her cheeks were blushing ever so slightly red; the lipstick really went well with her tone; the sun caught her hair at just the right angle where I noticed it was a beautiful amber color with a slight bronze glow; and those breasts just made her slim waist that much more pleasant, not to mention the hips. Oh, those hips. So slender; so tight. Jenn was beginning to intrigue me a little bit more.
We had several occasions spending time together on a side-project. My mind became more consumed with her appearance. I made a decent effort to not eye her up and down every time we met, but it was getting harder and harder to look and I had lust on my mind. If it wasn't her nice tight little ass, it was her large breasts that stretched out the tight little t-shirts she wore so often.
One weekend morning, I jumped into the shower with nothing but the day ahead of me in mind. The water was lukewarm; not to my liking. As I turned the handle to make the water temperature just right, I grabbed a bar of soap and proceeded to lather myself. Just then, that Paula Cole song that always turns me on - it's a song with a very deliberately slow rhythm that oozes with lust - came on. The song was playing, I was feeling the heat of the water massage my back and shoulders, and I was soaping my body. Suddenly, Jenn came to mind, as my hands started to gently run over my shaft - and I was l-o-v-i-n-g every lathered stroke oh so very much. My balls slipped through my hands and fingers with ease, and I began to feel a rise. I could see Jenn; she was in front of me and she looked sensually hot - I envisioned kissing her gently; one of my hands slowly stroked up my shaft and up to the rim as I rolled my balls in the other hand; oh, that ass and the small nipples on Jenn's breasts. Needless to say, my shower that morning was hot and steamy in more than the usual ways.
At this point, I am officially attracted to Jenn. End of story. Down to my loins, I've masturbated to her. As the saying goes, if they're too good to be true...damned reality! Jenn happens to be married, but in my head, all is not lost. She and I share many intimate moments - in my imagination - and in my shower.
One of the last times I spent time with Jenn, I went through my typical ritual of avoiding inappropriate eye contact. I suppose I did an OK job at it. At the end of that particular evening, she did something she'd never done before with me - she came up oh so close to me. So close, in fact, that I felt myself pull back slightly. She must have noticed because she backed away a little herself. She would be away soon, and we expressed those feelings of missing one another. Again, new territory: as she was telling me she'd miss me, she came in for a tight hug. It caught me by surprise! I truly enjoyed wrapping my arms around her; feeling her tight squeeze over me - her breasts compressed to my chest. It was a relatively long hug as hugs go. At least it seemed that way to me. As I was in the middle of the realization that she was in my arms, she awkwardly semi-straddled my leg. Blood rushed to my shaft and I began to panic. I was doing everything I could to keep from getting an all-out hard-on in the middle of our hug! Did she feel it? Could she feel my rise? I wasn't sure until I adjusted my body position attempting to keep my engorging shaft from rubbing up against her inner thigh, but as she adjusted her hug to my movement, I felt her rub up against it. She gently yet somewhat quickly released her hug and just smiled.
A moment in time, and oh, what a blissful moment of joy it was. I didn't see Jenn anymore after that fateful day, and quite honestly, I wish I had. I relive that moment often in the shower to this day, but maybe I should let it go. After all, it was just a hug.
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