But Becky had a huge smile on her face, pleased by what she did with just her panties and her hand. “Can I try again next week?” She asked. “I bet I can do better.”
Jake couldn’t believe what he heard. “Absolutely Becky.”
“You want me to wear the same thing again?”
“Actually. . . how about that.” Jake pointed to the little yellow sun dress on the hanger of the open closet.
Becky smiled. “Sure!”
Jake excused himself (needing to clean up), and before exiting gave Becky a sweet little kiss on the cheek. He didn’t want to move too fast after all, maybe he’d kiss her on the mouth next week.
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Becky was happier than she could ever remember. Her mother even commented on her mood, and occasionally just sat smiling at her daughter, wondering if she was finally getting past that horrible time following her husband’s death.
Each night that week, Becky lay in her bed replaying what happened with Jake. Each night rubbing herself gently, bringing herself to orgasm as she tried to imitate Jakes touch upon her body. And although she had some of her most satisfying climaxes, she knew it was nothing compared to how Jake made her feel.
And on Thursday night, she even put on the same skirt she wore that weekend, fully dressed under the covers, slowly raising her skirt in the same way Jake did. And when she knew her panties were exposed, slowly spreading her legs before rubbing herself to orgasm once again.
As she lay, panting heavily she thought also of rubbing Jake as he held her panties. How hot he felt, and how excited he was, pressing back against her hand, and the pulsing of his penis as he ejaculated. She wondered what it would be like to open his pants, and touch him, make him feel as good as he made her feel. She looked forward to his next visit, thinking of her sun dress, what she would wear underneath, and fell asleep with a sly grin on her face.
Becky looked at herself in the mirror, checking to make sure everything was in place. Her yellow sun dress was patterned with small flowers, a matching scarf tying her hair in a ponytail above her head. The top of the dress covered her shoulders, the front up to her neck with buttons down the front ending below her breasts.
She looked down at her white sandaled feet up her bare legs to the hem of her dress, as the skirt, just above her knees. She blushed in anticipation of what she hoped was to come.
When Becky opened the door and Jake walked in they embraced tentatively in a close embrace. After a few moments Jake leaned back to look into her eyes before gently leaning in and kissing her on the mouth. His hands went from her back to her bottom, seeking out and tracing the tines of her panties thorough the thin material.
Becky could feel the stiffness of Jake’s forming erection as she leaned into him, and moved her hand down his hips, and started to slide it towards his crotch.
“Hold on now,” he said pulling away. “I am being paid to be here! First work, then maybe we can play a little bit! Now sit down.” He escorted her to her place at the kitchen table. “Tell you what, just finish up this one page, and we’ll do whatever you want.” He pulled out a sheet of problems and laid it in front of her.