Chapter 9
Jill pried her eyes open to check the bedside clock. Slowly, thoughts of last night filtered into her clouded mind. As her thoughts became clearer, so did a muscle ache in her lower back. She laughed to herself.
Dressed in blue jeans and a too tight T-shirt, Jill put the teapot on the stove. While she waited for the water to boil, she wondered about Jim. She knew he'd come to bed with her, but he was not around this morning.
She sat in the wicker chair on the balcony while she drank her tea. She sat for almost an hour enjoying the heat from the sun's rays.
Jill pondered the almost limitless possibilities for amusement in Vail. After some very deep thought, she decided to spend the day shopping. She still had a considerable amount of money to spend.
She left the condo in the early afternoon. She took a light jacket with her in case the weather turned chilly. She started walking in the direction of the heart of town. There were several sports shops and gift shops lining both sides of the street.
Being undecided as to what it was she wanted, Jill went into every shop along one side of the street. It would be awful, she reasoned to miss something that she really wanted. By touring every shop, there was little chance of that.
In her wandering, she spied a store window display. In the window was a mannequin wearing a blue bikini. Under the dummy was a sign that advertised custom-fit bikinis.
Jill couldn't resist. She entered the store. It wasn't that she needed or even wanted a bikini, it was just that she'd never heard of a custom-fit bikini.
"I'm interested in buying a bikini," she said as she approached the sales counter.
Without batting an eye, the clerk said, "Through that door."
Jill turned toward the back of the store. She walked through the door.
The back room was expensively decorated. There were paintings on the walls and thick shag carpeting on the floor. She approached a man who was talking on the phone. He was at least forty, she guessed, and mostly bald. She stood next to him waiting for him to finish his call.
"May I help you, Miss?" the man asked, hanging up the telephone.
"Yes," she said. "I'm interested in buying a bikini."
"Well, as you may or may not know, our bikinis are tailored to your body. They are not like anything you buy off the rack."
"Good," she said. "Those things never fit me right."
"My work is somewhat expensive," the man said. "So, if you can't afford it, leave now."
She couldn't imagine a skimpy little two-piece bikini costing more than a hundred dollars.
"Price isn't a problem," Jill said.
"Good. Shall we begin?"
"By all means."
A notion began to creep into her mind. If the garment was to be tailored to her body, that would require allowing this man to measure her body.
"To begin with, step into the dressing room and remove your clothes," the man said in a purely professional manner.
"Wait a minute!"
"Young lady, I assure you my actions are required and are of a completely honest nature. I have been fitting women for years here, and I have never attacked a nude woman yet. Now, if you would like me to take your measurements over your denim jeans, I will happily do so. Your bikini will then look as if you paid twenty dollars for it off the rack."
Jill was embarrassed. "I'm sorry, it's just that-"
"I completely understand. Yours is a very typical reaction. If it would help, my name is Chad Holcomb. And I'm not into raping women young enough to be my daughter."
"Thank you, Chad," she said. "My name is Jill Morgan."
She walked to the dressing room, the sound of Chad's warm laughter following her.
Jill stepped inside the dressing booth. Out of reflex, she pulled the velvet curtain closed behind her.
She sat on the carpeted bench inside the dressing booth. She untied and removed her shoes. Her socks came off next and were stuffed inside the discarded shoes. She stood up and removed her pants. Then she reached behind her head and pulled her shirt off. She felt her tits bounce as the tight shirt released its hold on them.
Wearing only her panties, she pulled the curtain back and stepped into the room. Chad was sitting on a padded table in the middle of the room, a measuring tape draped over one shoulder.
"There, you see," he said, "that wasn't so bad. You're still alive."
She wasn't sure if he was teasing her or not. She decided to remain silent.
"The panties are sheer enough so as not to affect your mesurements, so they can stay on."
That's a relief, Jill thought.
"Now, come here and stand with your arms at your sides," Chad said.
Jill did as she was told. She stepped up in front of Chad and dropped her arms casually to her sides.
He began by taking her measurements. He measured across her shoulders, down the middle of her back, and from her neck to the top of her panties.
"Turn, please."
Jill turned. She felt his warm hands reach around her waist. She felt him position the measuring tape around her waist. The next measurement was her hips. She felt him lower the tape to measure her hips. She looked down and could see the tape passing directly over her pussy mound.
"So, do you ever get the urge to jump any of your clients?" she asked.
"Oh yes," he said. "I fight the urge all the time. I fight the urge, you understand, because if I didn't, I'd be in jail."
Jill chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so."
"I don't see too many gals worth risking my job and jail over. But when I do, it takes a conscious effort to keep my hands and mind on my work."
"I see." She felt his hands move again.
"Now I have two measurements that may prove embarrassing to you, Jill. Please bear with me."
She felt Chad slide the tape up toward her tits.
"I need to measure just under your breasts, and then across them," he said. "If you would like to position the tape for me, you may go ahead."
"No thanks. You'd probably enjoy it more than me anyway."
She felt his firm hands maneuver the tape measure up under her tits. She felt his hands slide around her body, making sure the tape was wrinkle free. She looked down and saw her nipples standing up hard.
Chad's hands were again on her tits. He was positioning the tape across her tits. The hard nipples were causing him considerable difficulty, in that the tape would not sit flat across them.
"Nice, aren't they?" Jill asked.
Hearing no reply, she turned, causing her tits to rub firmly against Chad's hands. She looked at Chad and saw his problem immediately.
"How can you work with a hard-on like that?" she gasped, pointing at the growing bulge in his pants.
"Please, Miss Morgan!" he moaned. "This is difficult enough, and you're not helping the situation!"
"Would it help if I sucked you off?" she asked bluntly.
Not waiting for a reply, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth firmly against his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. As the shock of the events wore off, she felt him loosen up. His tongue began to explore her mouth.
She pulled her body close to his. She felt her tits press against his strong chest. Her nipples were jabbing into the strong muscles of his chest.
After removing his pull-over shirt, Jill dropped her hands to his crotch. She felt his rock-hard cock straining to escape from his dress pants. She fumbled and tugged at his belt. Once through that obstacle, she began to work on the button holding his pants together. She freed the button and slid the zipper down.
To her surprise, his cock didn't need to be pulled from his pants. He had been wearing no underwear, and his cock literally sprang into her hand.
She pulled her lips away from his. She kissed his chin and ran her tongue down his neck. She rubbed her face and tongue in the soft hair on his chest. She licked and twirled the silky chest hairs with her tongue until they were wet with her spit.
Jill licked her way down Chad's chest and belly. The fine chest and stomach hair gave way to coarse, kinky hair as she approached his cock.
Jill took his hard cock in her hands. She gently guided his swollen prick into her waiting mouth. With only the cock-tip inside her warm, wet mouth, she sucked gently. She pushed and prodded the tip of her tongue against the tiny opening at the end of his cock. She could just barely taste his hot pre-cum.
She cradled his balls in her hand and pulled her mouth off of his cock-head. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and attempted to stuff his balls inside. She sucked and poked, trying desperately to fill her mouth with his balls. It was no use, they were much too big for her mouth. She gave up the fight and allowed them to fall lazily from her mouth.
Jill licked up the underside of his cock. The tip of her tongue left a glistening trail as it traveled up to the tip. Then she wetly kissed his entire shaft.
When she reached the head of his cock, she noticed another small drop of cum. She greedily took his cock-head in her mouth again. With her tongue, she licked the cum away. It tasted warm and good.
She eased her face down the length of his cock. She felt his cock-hair tickle her nose as she approached the base of his cock. The head of his cock traced a line across the roof of her mouth. As she dove farther onto his cock, the prick-head fucked its way into her throat.
She relaxed the muscles in her throat to allow his cock to fuck in without gagging her. When she had worked his entire prick into her mouth, she swallowed. The muscles in her throat tightened on his cock-head.
"Oh, Jill!" Chad moaned softly. "That feels great!"
She dropped her hands to her tits, then grabbed a nipple in each hand.
Jill lightly tweaked each nipple. She pinched the hard little buds and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Then she dropped her hands to her lap. She was on her knees, her ass resting on her heels. She ran both hands across her flat stomach to her pussy mound. She ran her fingers through her pussy-hair and down her inner thighs.
She scooted her knees apart on the thick shag carpet. With her fingertips, she reached for her pussy-lips. She spread her cunt-lips with one hand and slid a finger inside. Her finger fucked into her body smoothly. She felt the familiar wetness beginning to fill her pussy-hole.
She pulled her finger out of her wet pussy. She rubbed the slick finger up and down her cunt-slit. She reached down to her asshole before sliding her finger back up her cunt-slit. When the tip of her finger hit her clit, she shuddered. A wave of ecstasy shot through her body. Very gently, she prodded at her clit with her finger. She could feel her pussy contract at each touch.
Jill returned her finger to her warm cunt-hole. It was now considerably wetter than it had been just moments ago.
She returned her attention to Chad's pulsing cock. She pulled back, allowing the cock to glide gently from her mouth. She stopped when only the head of his cock remained in her mouth. She eased her teeth onto his cock-shaft. With teeth just touching his prick-meat, she again lowered her face onto his cock-shaft. She could feel her teeth scraping gently at the skin of his prick. "Ugh!" he moaned.
Jill picked up her pace. She began to slide up and down the length of his shaft with more force and speed. All the while, she continued to fuck her pussy with a probing finger. As her face slid faster on Chad's hard cock, her finger fucked faster, pistoning with great speed into her pussy.
Jill tasted a steady drool of cum from the tip of Chad's cock. She sucked at it, making sure to savor the taste of his spunk.
Suddenly she slowed her rhythm. She allowed her finger to slide gently from her pussy. At the same time, she let his cock slurp noisily from her tired mouth.
"Boy, you're really something, Jill!" Chad gasped. His voice had a somewhat dreamy tone to it.
"Just wait," she said. "The best is yet to come. You just haven't been fucked until I've attacked you with my hot pussy!"