The Need To Be Free/The Pleasure’s All Mine

Shivery Is Not Dead

It’s a Pleasure to Meet You

It wasn’t an elaborate 2-bedroom condo, nor was it fit for ‘Better Homes and Garden’, yet it was quaint and quiet, but most of all, completely hers and she was in love with it with no Michael-strings attached. Just in case she ever had company over was the only reason she felt the need to have a second bedroom.

After walking through the foyer from the front door, the entrance is divided into 2 areas. Directly to the right is the dining room where not much eating goes on. The chairs are mainly used for her purse and belongings when she walks in the door from work. Proceeding through the dining room will take you to the long kitchen then into the living room with a vaulted ceiling.

To the left of the foyer is a utility room and next to the doorway to the right is the stairs to the upper floor which holds only the second bedroom and a full bath. In the upper hallway, you can look down into the living area. Down the hallway past the utility room and stairs is the other side of the living area, making it a complete circle around the first floor with a half bath in the middle.

A wood-burning fireplace is situated directly in the middle of the far wall, between the sliding glass door on the left (that leads to a large beautiful stamped concrete patio) and 2 door-sized windows to the right that are not meant to be opened. Off to the left of the living room is a door leading down to the full-sized basement and a door to J’Lynn’s master bedroom with a full bath. A replica of her condo is to the right of hers but is just the opposite with a flipped floor plan.

J’Lynn’s condo is the last one on her street. No other condo is behind hers nor is there one to the left. Only the woods are directly behind her quaint home and to the left side is an oversized partially dead Bur Oak tree that covers the space between her home and the woods. Its branches hover over close to her utility and bedroom windows and exterior walls. Beyond the large tree are more woods that meet around to the backwoods. With autumn quickly approaching and the leaves starting to fall off the somewhat-already-dead Bur Oak, the tree can be somewhat of a creepy appearance with its claw-like branches reminding her of skinny Grim fingers scraping along her quiet home to demand her attention and to get into her personal space. After she moved in, she had placed a request with the association to have the tree trimmed away from the upper portion of her sanctuary near the roof and to eventually be cut down, but no one has contacted her to resolve this issue despite her attempted phone calls.

Before she met Michael, she was single and free with no children. This was exactly how she had always planned her life to be. Never had she wanted children of her own and her freedom meant too much to her and she relishes that she can come and go as she pleases with no holds barred.

Over the years, her nursing career took off and she had made a decent amount of money. Just recently, in early July, J’Lynn had been able to save up enough money to put down half of the total cost for her lovely $220k condo with cash.

Around that time, before their actual final breakup, she knew without a doubt that one day she would happily leave Michael, so she planned ahead of time to get a jump on her final departure. She had decided to purchase her condo without his knowledge, for if he would have known she was planning to leave him, he would have never allowed her to.

As she gathered her belongings to head home, she thought of her comfort place and her shoulders dropped towards the floor as if she wore the weight of the world on them and it had been completely released. Tension released from her body and a calming feeling started creeping over her. She inhaled a deep breath, then sighed a pleasurable-releasing hum, and then smiled her half-lifted smile like she always did when she was lost in a heavenly image.

Since she works in the big city, she has realized that it is best she doesn’t drive and is much more practical to take the bus to work. She just wasn’t looking forward to it tonight because it can become very hectic at this time of day. The tension elevated across her body again and her shoulders became tight and tensed as she thought of the crowded bus drive home.

Nevertheless, as she climbed up the stairs and looked around, the bus was already full and was standing-room-only. She sighed again, put on her big girl panties, and started making her way down the tight, suffocating aisle.

She stopped about midway to where the line of 4 people had ended. She turned around to face the front of the bus, grabbed a hold of the handle that was hanging from the roof with one hand, and held onto the back of the seat that was next to her with the other.

Just at that moment, a man stood up from his seat. “Excuse me,” he said to the man he would cut in front of and to J’Lynn. He then softly whispered in her ear in a deep alluring British accent, “Please take my seat.” His warm breath made tingling sensations across her skin. As J’Lynn turned to follow the voice, their eyes met.

This man had incredibly addicting hazel-colored eyes with flecks of brown specks…they were mesmerizing! The kind of eyes that she could get lost in. His smile was warm, and captivating and his full wide lips looked ready to be kissed. He had the sexiest dimples she had ever seen. His chin was square with slightly rounded edges and a small dimple in the middle suggested him to be the sexiest man alive. Around that alluring square chin and masculine jawline was a full, neatly trimmed beard that met up with a shapely groomed mustache.

As she stared at his mouth, goosebumps ran throughout her body, and she wondered if his lips were as soft and as luscious to kiss as they had appeared. His sandy blonde, shoulder-length wavy hair was well-groomed and pulled back in a ponytail. His skin is a light golden tan that is taut and firm and holds the most perfect suntan. It was as if he had recently been to a southern state where the sun had been shining brightly on his finely, well-structured body all day. She thought to herself how gorgeous this man was and found herself extremely attracted to him.

J’Lynn was exhausted and was not about to turn down an invitation to be seated. She finally could gather her thoughts, clear her throat, and say, “Why thank you, sir. I believe I will take you up on your offer.” Alas, shivery is not dead, she thought to herself.

“Good,” the gentleman replied. “You look tired and deserve this seat more than I do.”

She frowned slightly as she thought to herself, what does that mean? Do I look tired and worn like my old comfy chair? I must look a mess! as she ran her fingers through her hair straightening any loose strands and pulling the mass of it to the side of her neck. “Thank you again,” she forced a smile after that last unwanted, unappreciated comment. Well, at least his words made her feel that way.

She brushed past him to go back a row and to obtain his seat when the bus made a jerk from the take-off at the bus stop (perfect timing). J’Lynn was forced into his body with hers. Instinctively, he grabbed her so that she wouldn’t fall. She raised her hands and placed her palms on his chest to pull herself from his grip and to stand erect. f**k, this man not only has a gorgeous face, but a rock-hard chiseled body to match, she thought. She glanced at his chest. She let out a trembling breath at the vision of his muscles visible beneath his tucked-in shirt. His chest was broad, and she could see the outline of his sexy, hot pectoral muscles. She thought to herself, I could definitely get lost in him and not ever want to be found… Damn! As she quickly recovered, she brushed her clothing straight and said, “Thank you, again.”

He looked down at her, for he stood well over 6 ft. tall to her small 5 ft 3 in., frame, gave her a tantalizing lady-killer smile, and said, “My pleasure, lovely lady”.

Lovely lady? She mimicked in her mind. Maybe he didn’t think she was too tired looking after all. I hope not, she pleaded with God.

J’Lynn sat while her hero stood close to her. She wondered if he was looking at her but did not dare to look up for the fear of being caught by her gaze. However, she was so very tempted to look into those sexy hazel eyes once more.

After the bus came to the second stop, the man that was next to the window stood up. “Excuse me, this is my stop.” J’Lynn acknowledged and swung her legs towards the aisle for him to pass. After he had left, she shifted over to his seat to make her previous seat available.

Hmmm, J’Lynn frowned, you look tired and deserve the seat more than I do, still trying to get over the words that were tormenting her mind.

The very kind gentleman that gave up his seat held out his hand towards the empty seat and asked, “May I?”

His accent made her melt and sent tingles down her spine. She had never thought that the British accent could ever turn her on but there was something about his deep, alluring, almost smokey-like voice. It gave her an overwhelming desire to have him whisper ‘sweet nothings’ in her ear. She wanted to hear more of him.

She kindly nodded with a smile to welcome him next to her. As he was seating himself, she could not help but stare at his masculinity. Her mind wandered back to where she held his chest in the palm of her hands, and she got extremely aroused by the thought of his firm structure. She squirmed from a tingle that had gone down between her legs and knew she needed to look away before more desires continued to roam deep down inside her.

He wore a trendy royal blue slim-fit suit that matched his skin and hair color perfectly. His pants were form-fitting and she noticed how sexy they made him look. He had removed his suit jacket and it was distinguishably draped over his arm because of the heat. He must either work as a businessman or had just come from an interview, she thought.

Either way, she was very impressed. She had to gather herself so that he wouldn’t notice she was glancing at him every chance she could get.

To shift her mind elsewhere and to not focus on this handsome man, she grabbed a book from her work bag and started to read. She had recently started bringing a book to work hoping for the chance to one day pull herself away to relax and enjoy the peace that it brings. She enjoys reading because it helps to engross herself into someone else’s world for a change. She loves to read, like her friend Shayla, and lately, it has taken her to another place other than where she has been recently; to where she can float away and forget all about her own terrible reality.

Her younger life was not at all a bad one. As a matter of fact, she had a wonderful childhood with the most perfect parents, and it was not like she needed a new one. Well, at least not before ‘him’ that is. Michael had made her feel that way when they had been together and is grateful for any and every one that has helped her escape his torments.

He glanced at her and then looked at the book she was holding, “What are you reading if you don’t mind me asking?” as he smiled with those gorgeous dimples.

While closing the book to visualize the cover, she answered, “A Quiet Night at Lover’s Tree, by Lisa Pettrey.” She couldn’t believe how shy she felt when answering his innocent, conversation-starting question. Usually, when it comes to a man’s approach, she knows how to handle them, but with him, it’s different and she now has fluttering butterflies in her stomach.

“Oh, a well-written love story and a very good book,” he proclaimed.

“So, you read it?” she asked, wanting to continue the conversation but also wanting to kick herself for asking such an inane question! Of course, he read it, stupid, she scolded herself. How else was he able to comment on how well the book had been written?

“Hi, I’m Gregory Morris, but I go by Greg for short.” He reached his hand out to her for what she thought was to be a kindly handshake.

She held out her right hand and as she did, he then turned her hand over, palm down, and kissed the back of it long and soft, allowing her to feel every curve of his moist sensual lips. Just as she had thought, his lips were as inviting as she had hoped. His lips had her swooning in her seat and sent an electrical charge down her body. It seemed to slow down over her breasts, encircled her n*****s, and immediately made them tight with overwhelming desire. It then traveled down to the area that brought her the most sensual of pleasures and made her extremely uncomfortable as it made her tingle again. She felt her heart palpitate. This was the second time this man was able to make her wiggle and squirm in her seat.

As she continued to melt and daydream, she had almost forgotten to answer him back. She then realized, as their eyes locked again, that he was waiting patiently for a response. Quickly, she regained her senses and played off her previous feelings. J’Lynn crossed her left hand over the back of her head to the right side, grabbed a handful of her beautiful black hair, and draped it to the left side to subtly expose her beautiful caramel-tan-toned kissable neck. She blinked intently with her full long eyelashes. These were tricks she knew from previous experiences that purposely drove men insane.

“J’Lynn”, she offered, “my name is J’Lynn Westley, but I go by Lynn for short.” Greg realized that she had intentionally answered him in the same way he had, and they both let out a shy chuckle.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lynn.”

After about 10 minutes of reading her book, or what appeared to be reading because of her inability to focus, the bus was coming up to her stop and she begged Greg to “Excuse me.”

As he stood up to let her pass, he replied, “It was very nice to meet you,” and again, he held out his hand, only this time he shook it with both of his hands wrapped around hers, nice and snug. When Greg had let go, she noticed he had placed a piece of paper within it.

She smiled at him as he looked down at her and calmly said, “Please feel free to call me anytime. I’m hoping to take you for coffee sometime,” as he gazed at her.

J’Lynn was at a loss for words. She was lost in those damn gorgeous eyes and was rendered speechless with just one touch. Instead, she dropped her stare from his delectable eyes in hopes not to get lost in them yet again. She couldn’t believe how silent she was with him and how the words she needed at the time did not want to come.

Doing what she does best, J’Lynn perfectly walked down the aisle and could feel him watching her every step as she seductively wiggled her hips from side to side. When she turned to descend the stairs of the bus, she wanted to see him one more time and needed to know if he had been watching her walk away. Sure enough, Greg, along with a few of the other men who were already peering at her in a foamy frenzy, had been gazing at her while she sashayed away. He was donning a half-grin on his lips and an intense lustful look in his eyes as if he were thinking, “Damn!” She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she dominated the men’s attention while she disembarked the bus and left from out of their sight.

Wrong Number

While she walked the rest of the way home, her mind was wandering to this man that she had just met. She imagined how his strong, safe arms would feel around her, how his soft lips that had kissed the back of her hand would feel on hers, and how his warm, muscular body would feel pressed up against hers as they made very hot, steamy, passionate s*x.

“Wow!” she blurted as it amazed her at how horny and very wet she was becoming between her legs. She tried to get him off her mind, but it was futile. Her evening walk home was less than five minutes through her neighborhood, but tonight it seemed to take her a couple of minutes longer as she contemplated how her new stranger would feel naked and pressed up against her body.

J’Lynn unlocked her front door, walked into her condo, and placed her belongings on the dining room chair, as she had done every night for as long as she could remember. It just happens to be one of her biggest idiosyncrasies.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out Greg’s phone number. She became pleasantly surprised as she stared at the numbers written. She had noticed something. “Well, well Mr. Morris. You’re not as perfect as I thought you were,” she laughed out loud. He had terrible handwriting and she could barely make out a couple of the numbers. “He must be a doctor with that egregious handwriting,” she amused herself. Finally, after being able to find a flaw in him, she felt a little relieved.

Do I want another relationship? Isn’t it too soon? Can I trust another man? Am I ready, or will I be hurt again, or will he hurt me? What if he is another one that will break my heart or break something else?

As she contemplated all the negatives, which seemed to outweigh any of the positives, she balled up the paper, stepped her foot on the pedal of the trash can, and threw the piece of paper away. No matter how gorgeous he is or how horny she is, she is not ready to risk her heart to another man… not this soon.

She then proceeded with her normal nightly routine in the same order she had every evening; a nice hot shower, the news on television while she ate dinner in her comfy worn-out chair, and a good book. Except for tonight, she will be reading only one chapter in “a well-written love story and a very good book”. If anyone had asked her what the chapter was about, she wouldn’t have been able to tell them. Tonight, Gregory Morris had her full attention. His hot, sexy, chiseled body, gorgeous face, and soft wet lips were all she could envision. She has become so hot and so unbelievably aroused by this stranger just by thinking of him, that she just couldn’t resist pleasuring herself tonight.

The Pleasure’s All Mine!

As J’Lynn stood at the side of her bed with only her Victoria Secret Robe on, the one that Michael had given her, she had thought of Greg. Making sure to leave it draped over her shoulders, she slowly and sensually untied the robe as if Greg were sitting on the bed directly in front of her visualizing her every move. She then lifted and ran her hand up the right side of her slender stomach and then up under her soft, full breast and gave it a gentle but meaningful squeeze. After she had cupped her breast, she then placed her hard tightened n****e between her fingers. She twisted, pulled on it, and let out a very pleasurable sigh from the sensation that traveled down between her legs. She tilted her head back as she imagined Greg’s mouth had been performing the act. As she tantalized and teased her n****e, her other hand sensually crossed over in front, stopping at her cleanly shaven p***y. She intensely sighed again out of pure pleasure as she placed her fingers on her very wet c**t. She began to rub it in a circular motion and then rub it some more, faster and faster. She then reached down and back up to gather her juices to make it even wetter. Her c**t had become tight, and very sensitive. “Oh, Greg! Oh, how I wish it were you,” she moaned. She released her index finger and seductively used her middle and ring finger to go inside, feeling the walls as she pushed in as far as she could.

J’Lynn started walking backward until her back pressed up against her bedroom wall. She slid her body down the wall a couple of inches so that she could spread her legs and slightly bend her knees wider for easier access. She continued to and it felt so good. Her mouth was wide open, panting uncontrollably with the back of her head pressed against the wall. Her breathing was so labored as she thrashed her hips with the rhythm of her fingers as they went in and out of her pleasure zone paying very close attention to hitting her G-spot. She had reached herself close to ecstasy. Her wet fingers were going in and out of her, occasionally pulling them out to rub the wetness up and down on her sensitive swollen c**t. She bent her legs further and opened them even wider. With every entrance and every exit of her fingers, the vision in her head was the image of Greg’s very hard and thick c**k moving and pumping in her harder and faster with every erotic stroke. The more she envisioned him, the hotter she got and never wanted the sensations to stop. Squeezing and playing with her n****e, she was thinking that Greg was the one lightly biting and sucking on them. With one more thrust in and sliding out of her fingers, she was at her heightened explosion and couldn’t hold back any longer. Her whole body tightened as she pushed her pelvic forward, spasming with her long and very strong climax.

As she was trying to slow her breathing, she could feel how hard and fast her heart was pounding. It felt as if it would beat right out of her chest. She stayed leaning up against the wall for a few more minutes to gain her composure and to enjoy every second of her s****l release.

After releasing her built-up tension from her bus experience, she thought of Michael, her recent ex-boyfriend, and how he used to satisfy her to the fullest. He was a temperamental hot head but he knew how to please her in the bedroom and any other room of the house for that matter. She doesn’t miss most things about him, but she sure misses the way he made love to her. He knew how to f**k her, and he was proud of that fact. He was also proud of the fact that J’Lynn was a s****l woman and that’s what turned him on the most about her other than the fact that her body was extraordinary.

She went into her master bath to clean herself. As she walked, her legs felt weak and shaky from her very strong orgasm. When finished, she walked over to her dresser and pulled out one of her risqué lingerie, dropped the seductive robe from her shoulders, and dressed for bed.

She had always considered herself as a very seductive, sensuous woman and would never buy a pair of pj’s or woman’s dorm shirts. Those are for babies and young girls; she had always proclaimed. Outside of being completely nude, the only thing she’s willing to wear to bed is lingerie or a man’s large shirt (even when she sleeps alone) which can be very sexy in her mind and any man’s.

J’Lynn Westley was a highly s****l female who loves having a man please her in every way and it doesn’t take much to get her excited and c*m multiple times in a row. Her s****l desires are close to the roof and with the right partner, could stay in bed for hours.

She climbed into her bed to release all thoughts of this very sad and stressful day. She thought of all the things she had to do this weekend, then pulled the covers over her head.