In Uniform (3 page)

Oh my, Mr. Barrels, you are playing it
smooth.

"I don't know..."

"Just relax. It's only down the road. I'll
pop in to grab something from the fridge. You don't even have to
come up."

Touche.

"Well, if you insist."

And with that we are done and walking down
the street to his apartment, which is beach side and probably
expensive.

"Who pays your bills?" I ask in curiosity as
we walk. "It costs a lot to rent here."

"My dad owns the property. It's part of our
agreement with the internship. If I work for him for six years
after I complete my masters then the place is mine."

"Your dad seems nice."

Jack laughs.

"He's a good guy. I think he knows that I
want to get out of the law game, though. This is his way of making
sure I have a career that I can rely on before I jump ship too
quickly."

"You don't like law?"

"Not really. I just chose it because my dad
has connections."

"Ok, so what do you want to do?"

He thinks it over.

"Homeless beach bum?"

"Seriously?"

"No, maybe a journalist; something where I
can write."

Wow, arty and creative. That's cool.
Definitely more my type than tax lawyer (however, both have their
good points).

"You like writing?" I ask.

"I do." He points to a large building just
ahead. "We are here."

Jack taps me on the shoulder and walks in
through the large double doors. I pause. This is the moment where I
make a choice. If he really means 'get a beer and leave' then I'm
not entirely sure whether I will be disappointed or not. However,
for ANYTHING to happen, I need to enter the building. Staying here
is safe, easy and a decision I know I should be making; going in,
on the other hand, is something my gut, heart and a good portion of
my mind is encouraging me to do.

I catch up with him at the elevator. I guess
the part of me that is just a girl curious about a boy won out this
time around.

"I'm on the fifteenth floor," he tells me as
we get inside.

We ride up. He doesn't really say much and I
don't really want him to. The tension is there and it's nice enough
as it is. If he doesn't screw this up, like almost every man I have
met recently has, then we could be on.

Stepping out, we head down the large clean
looking hallway and come to the door of his apartment. He lives in
1507. The name of his father's company is on a plate under the
little intercom. I recognize it from the newspapers. It's a big
middle level company in the city, which is a good hour by train
from here. Jack comes from good stock.

Inside it's pretty minimalistic. He has a
weights set, no TV, a table overflowing with documents and a lap
top balanced on the edge of it. The bed is in the far room, double,
not made, and, for the most part, the lounge-kitchen-bedroom combo
is pretty tidy for a guy.

"Nice place," I say.

"Thanks."

He goes over to the fridge.

"Do you want a decent drink?" he asks. "That
spritzer doesn't look very tasty."

"I like this brand. I'm poor."

"Try this instead," he says, pulling out a
bottle of white wine. "I think you'll find it more to your
liking."

He puts it down on the counter top and I
sigh. If I must drink moderately expensive wine then I must.

"Only a half glass," I tell him. "I'm weak
for wine."

Jack's eyes give me that gleam that men's do
when they hear that a woman has a low tolerance for any form of
alcohol. I don't mind. I can manage a few glasses before I'll be in
any real trouble. This little game of ours will last until I feel
like it's time to go anyway. I'm not committing to buying the house
just yet.

He grabs out a beer, pops it open and grabs
a chilled wine glass from the back of the fridge to pour me my
drink. We take them up and clink glasses.

"To a good day's work," he says.

I sip and give him the smile I reserve for
boys I think are cute.

"Would you like to see the view?" he
asks.

Jack walks over to the entrance to the
outside balcony and pulls open the white shade curtain. I come over
and look out.

"That's amazing."

The ocean spreads out in front of me so wide
that I can see for miles. It's been awhile since I have seen the
sea from this high up.

"You can see the beach too," I note. "You
are pretty lucky."

"I'm feeling lucky today," he says opening
the door.

We step out. What should I think of that
comment? Both of us lean against the balcony's front and sip our
drinks.

"You want to tell me what really has you
spacing out?" he asks.

I decide to go with the truth.

"I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago.
It's been difficult this time."

"That sucks. Did you love him?"

"A little," I admit.

He nods in understanding.

"I broke up with a girl about a month ago.
She was nice, but too bookish. Her name was Cindy."

I gulp. It can't be the same person.

"Really? Cindy. What was she like?"

"Russian, blond, tall and pretty smart. I
don't think she liked me for me, though. There was always a sense
that it was about my father and my future job as a tax lawyer."

"I see."

Oh my god, small world.

He looks over. His golden brown eyes are
somewhat sympathetic yet searching too. I wonder what he's looking
for. Is he worried that I might not be over Harry and want the fool
back? He shouldn't worry. I don't give second chances to boys that
dump me. Harry and I are over - for good.

"To being single again," he says, holding
out his bottle.

"To being single."

I clink glasses and down the rest of my
drink.

"I'm done," I tell him.

He nods and looks back to the kitchen. I can
see he's thinking. As the girl, it's my job to let him do that on
his own.

"You are quite cute, Sally," he admits.
"It's a pity you aren't really available."

"What says I'm not?" I ask.

His eyes twinkle. I really like how the gold
and brown colors intermingle.

"You just broke up with your guy. I suppose
you need time."

"Perhaps."

I leave it at that. He either mans up or
not.

"You do have really pretty hair," he
continues, reaching out and taking a length of it in his fingers.
"I really like straight blond hair."

"You do?"

He's still playing with it.

"Yeah. I find it pretty attractive."

Jack leans over and looks me in the
eyes.

"I find YOU pretty attractive."

His hand stops playing with my hair and cups
my cheek. I look up into those eyes of his. I can smell the beer on
his breath and see the upward curve of his smile. Those lips look
nice and warm. I wonder if he will...

Kissing Jack for the first time is splendid.
His palm is firm and rough against my cheek and holds me firmly as
he draws me forward, up and in to his lips where he works me over
for a good few seconds before letting me go.

"You are a good kisser," he whispers.

I nod and let him draw me forward for more.
My lips come in and over his larger ones. Our tongues pop out and
roll over each others' - I'm not even sure who started it. Saliva
wets my lower lip and my hand comes to his strong, firm waist to
rest and enjoy the sensation of his warmth.

"You are so firm," I whisper to him.

He nods and comes down to my neck, brushing
my hair aside and kissing me lightly on it. Electrical currents of
warmth flow up and down my body as I melt into him. His hands soon
have my t-shirt in hand and I find my stomach rippling in pleasure
as he runs his hand along, across and upwards to come up and cup
one of my smallish breasts.

"You are going too far," I whisper quietly.
"We shouldn't be doing this."

Jack nods and gently nuzzles my neck as his
hand works the tip of one of my now brown blossoming petals. I moan
and let him do it. The sun flowing down on me; the wind gently
caressing me; and this man arousing me. I don't care about Harry
right now. All I want to do is feel good, just a little break from
reality, a moment of hot emotion and hotter sensations, nothing
more than that.

My t-shirt is pulled over my head and he
bends down to nibble on the ready flesh of my left perkiness as my
bra disappears to the ground behind me. I often sunbathe on the
roof of my house, which is pretty private due to the lack of other
apartment blocks in the area, and I have no tan lines - anywhere.
He admires me with his eyes then admires me some more with his
mouth. I moan and curve my lower back in, so my torso comes upwards
and presses into his big body. His hands are exploring me quite
vigorously and doing things that are making my juices really flow.
I let him unzip my pants to take this further, but he finds it too
difficult to get his large palm inside.

"Sorry," he mutters.

I don't really get why until he goes down on
his knees and pulls my black work pants down. I cover myself, but
his hands take mine and gently pull them away.

"Jack... It's too much," I beg.

He shakes his head.

"In for a dime, in for a dollar."

My panties come down and my waxed area, not
a hair to see, is displayed to him to the wide blue sky and anyone
who might be watching.

"What are you...?"

Legs are opened with minimal force - perhaps
the owner of said legs being a little more willing than she wants
to let on - and a tongue is applied. The rush of feeling as already
wet and warm parts become even warmer and wetter is exhilarating. I
am well aware that I shouldn't be having sex with Jack on his
balcony of all places (a first for me), but I'm starting not to
care about things like that. In fact, my mind is sort of hazy now
that the animal instincts of my feminine body are coming into play.
If I'm going to feel good then I may as well feel REALLY good
(simple logic, yes?).

Jack proves proficient at what he is doing.
His flesh lashes mine with thick long strokes, tickling and
enchanting it with every little movement, drawing me close to
pleasure and cooling me when it becomes too much - each time gently
but persistently bringing me closer and closer to somewhere very
nice.

"That's soooo good..."

He doesn't stop. A finger is soon placed,
oiled and entered. I groan at the cruelty of his touch. Not one but
two fingers are positioned just right within the caverns of my
flesh and they work in tandem to stroke inward, upward and towards
my inside pleasure spot.

"That should be enough," he says a few
minutes later, removing all implements of enjoyment at once.

I fall to my knees. The man says something
like that when I'm in this state? I look up at him as he unzips his
pants. At least that is a step in the right direction.

He draws his jeans down and my eyes do that
little pop thing they do when someone is shocked by what they
see.

"It's too big, Jack. I can never fit that
inside," I mumble.

I'm being honest right now. The size of what
he has is the length and width of an EXTRA LARGE sausage down at
the supermarket. I have seen a few of these in my life, but this is
twice as big as my largest experience. It's almost disappointing as
I know that this moment right here is where things end between us.
I can't have the experience that I was hoping for because I won't
even be able to get the thing inside. It's really that simple.

He reaches down and pulls me up.

"Just relax, Sally. Let's just try getting
the tip in."

I comply because I'm sort of desperate now.
He's put me in a place where I have no ability to say no. My
fingers will never be able to do the job that his lips, tongue and
fingers did on me. If only he were smaller then we could have had a
good time together.

He takes the erect stalk in hand and gets me
to put one foot up on a small bucket that was sitting near the door
once I have thrown my pants aside. I lean against the concrete of
the balcony and wait as he puts his flesh to mine and rubs it about
some. It feels good, but there's still no way that it's going to
fit inside of me. I should probably give up now.

Jack angles it inwards and pushes it in
slowly. My eyes go wide and I grab him around the neck to dig my
fingernails in. My mind goes blank and I cry out as I am stretched
so wide that I live almost completely on the edge of both pain and
pleasure.

"Too..."

"Shhh..." he whispers to me. "Wait for the
tip. It'll be ok."

I do and it does - to my shock. He manages
to get it through the twists and turns of my slick road and reach
the depths in surprisingly good time.

"I can't believe that it's in there," I say
in surprise.

"It gets better," he reassures me.

Again, I push my back to the wall and lean
over to look up at the blue sky above. From now I will just let
Jack take me as he likes. I was wrong about it fitting and he was
right. 'Thinking is the poison of the soul' some say. I won't be
thinking for awhile.

His hips thrust and I jerk upwards. He grabs
mine and holds them as I take him fully, quickly and surely. The
intensity grows from a short stiff push to a hard pounding slap. My
mind truly goes blank and I buck against him with no thought of
restricting my cries, which are loud enough that Jack has to gag me
with one hand as the other digs in and squeezes one of my firm butt
cheeks to keep me as 'open' as possible during this thing that we
are doing.

"I'm going to cum," I tell him between
pants.

He kisses me hard and triples his pace. I
lose it for a full minute and when I come to I find that he too has
found happiness in me as well.

"That was nice," I mutter, caught in a wave
of dizzy pleasure.