Netflix and... actually never mind the Netflix

Halfway back to your apartment, hand in hand with Jayne, you realize you’re hurrying. Forcing yourself to walk at a slower, more leisurely pace appropriate to someone who isn’t absolutely dying to get their hands on their new girlfriend, you point out some of the nice old brick houses on the way. You’re half a block away when Jayne says, “I parked in a 1 hour zone on the street, I should probably move my car. Do you have a parking spot?”

“I think I do, but I’ve never used it except the day I moved in. Aurelio seemed quite pleased I didn’t have a car, that’s for sure, but I don’t know if he rented it to anyone else. We can ask, although I think after 6 PM the street parking is good until midnight, so if we move the car once more it should be ok for a while.”

Casually, Jayne nods and says, “Yeah let’s ask Senhor Ferreira.”

You try not to make any assumptions about Jayne’s comment, but you can’t help but instantly wonder if your date maybe won’t be over at midnight.

When you get to 51 Vermont you knock on the door and mere moments later your landlord is standing there, holding a newspaper of all things in his hand.

Smiling widely when he sees Jayne, the old man sketches another bow and says, “Minha querida.” You don’t need to know what that means now to know you are not his querida, but he looks back at you and nods politely, “Zachary. How may I help you two?”

Jayne smiles at your fussy landlord and says, “Olá de novo, Senhor Ferreira. I have a small car, parked on the street, but I wanted to visit Zach. If it’s no trouble, do you know of anywhere I can park nearby that won’t get towed?”

Nodding, he replies, “A small car? You may park it in the garage, out back. Zachary does have access to a spot, it’s a old garage and not large. I’m afraid my car takes up most of the room, but if the vehicle fits you can certainly use it. Hang on, I’ll get you the door opener. Zachary has a key for the garage already, not that you had any storage in it last time I was in there.”

“No, I don’t. But yeah I still have the key of course,” you reply. Somehow, Aurelio makes you feel like he is faintly disappointed you don’t have a bunch of crap cluttering up his garage. Still, he walks to a side table in the foyer and opens a drawer, taking out a remote opener.

“Muito obrigado a você, Sr. Ferreira,” says Jayne as he hands her the clicker.

“Any time, Miss Santos from Porto. Whenever you are done with the garage, Zachary can bring me back the remote. No rush.”

A quick walk to Jayne’s car, and then the two of you make your way to the back lane behind Vermont Avenue. Mr. Ferreira wasn’t joking, even with Jayne’s small Micra it’s a tight squeeze beside his car, a wide Jaguar sedan that’s probably about 20 years old but still looks great.

That all finally taken care of, you and Jayne are back in your sparse apartment. You turn the TV on, you are a single guy with a good job so while you’re light on furniture your home theatre and entertainment options are quite high end. While Jayne uses your bathroom, you grab your PlayStation 4 controller and the headset you use while gaming from beside the loveseat and put them by the TV. Whatever happens, you doubt you’ll be playing much NHL 20.

While you’re still nervously standing in the living room, debating grabbing one of the kitchen chairs, Jayne reappears. Fortune favours the brave, right? You smile at her and sit on the loveseat, giving her as much room as possible. The chair is technically built for two people, but it’s sized for smaller spaces like your apartment.

With a grateful smile, Jayne sinks down beside you on your right side. She’s a very slim woman, and you’re not exactly huge either, but you’re still pressing against each other. It’s... nice. You almost have **** but to wrap your arm around her, and she simply leans more against you.

The TV is showing your streaming box main menu screen. You pick up the Apple TV remote with your left hand and ask, “So is there anything you wanted to watch?”

Jayne turns her head to look at you. Her nose is almost touching yours as she looks thoughtfully and says, “Hmm, not really, no.”

You may not be the smoothest guy around, but eventually you pick up the signs. You drop the remote onto the end table and you twist your body more to face her.

Her eyes are half closed and her mouth slightly open as you gently pull her to you. Your lips meet, a tender kiss that turns hot almost instantly.

Tongues twisting and jousting, you both twist in the chair until Jayne simply lifts her right leg up and lays it on your lap so she’s half laying on you. Now your left hand is cupping her face as she gently places her hand on your chest, as if asking for permission. When you don’t react, she starts to slowly run her free hand up and down your torso.

Breaking apart for a moment, Jayne takes a deep breath and then pulls off her glasses. She hands them to you and you place them on the end table as she grabs your shoulder and pulls herself up more. Now her right leg is between your legs and you can feel her heat as she grinds herself against your thigh.

Placing your face on her neck, you kiss her collarbone and enjoy her quiet moan. Her breathing is getting heavy, and you realize she’s more openly rubbing her sex on your thigh through the thin material of her tight slacks. Your own erection is painfully stuck up in your underwear, and you subtly lift your hips and squirm to try to get it the space it needs.

With a sudden gasp, Jayne stops moving and pulls back. Her eyes are on yours, her expression unreadable.

“Zach... are we going too fast? Uh, am I going too fast?”

“No! Definitely not! As long as you’re comfortable, I definitely am Hallsy,” you say. Then you blush. You told yourself you were going to be honest with this wonderful woman, and that includes the embarrassing dumb shit. “But... I haven’t been with anyone since I was married. Four years ago. I didn’t really get back into dating and didn’t care until I met you. But I definitely want to do whatever you want to do.”

Her eyes heavy again, Jayne grins and simply grabs your cock though your pants, saying, “Looks like somebody is uncomfortable, here let me just..”. Carefully but firmly, she moves your cock down your pant leg. She then presses her palm down over your length as your erection can finally stretch out.

Caressing you, Jayne says, “This feels good.”

With a long sigh you reply, “Thanks, that’s much better.” You move your right hand down her back, and now you let it wander over her ass. Yep, you were right - it feels fantastic.

Leaning down, Jayne kisses you again, even harder, and you both start groping. Her right hand never stops stroking you through your pants, and as she squirms, half on your lap, you manage to get one hand on her ass one run the other up and down her side.

A loud groan escapes you as Jayne nibbles on your earlobe. “Hallsy, did I ever give you the tour of my bedroom?”

Laughing as she playfully bites the side of your neck, she says, “I don’t think you did. Shall we?” She quickly stands up, and you all but jump off the chair.

Taking her hand, you make the short trip. Your bed is unmade but you silently thank your strict mother for getting you in the habit of at least washing your bedding regularly. There are a few clothes on the floor, but whatever you’re a bachelor. You think you’re not doing too bad, considering at the beginning of the day you would have bet a million dollars against a woman being interested in seeing your bedroom.

Still, you pause, Jayne stand next to you in the dim light of your bedroom. “Are you sure?” You ask.

“Yes I’m sure. As long as you don’t try to slip it into my bum without asking, I’m very sure.” Having said that, Jayne simply reaches out and starts unbuttoning your shirt. Well, you have to love a woman who simply goes and gets what she wants.

Jayne unbuttons your shirt, then runs her hands across your stomach, and just as your reach towards her she smiles and holds her hands up to you. You take her meaning and undo the button on the cuff of her long sleeve black blouse, and then the other cuff. Holding both her hands, you kiss her palms. It’s more than a little silly maybe, but she giggles girlishly at the gesture.

Now you start undoing the buttons on her shirt, starting at the top. Clearly impatient, she tugs her shirt out of her pants and undoes a few of the lower buttons until you meet in the middle.

A short pause as you look into each other’s eyes. Then you both move forward, kissing again passionately. Running your hands across her bare lower back, you let Jayne attack your mouth with her tongue.

Taking the chance to run both of your hands over her perfectly formed ass, you squeeze and rub. Then her hands are on your belt, and she’s trying to get the belt off while you are still locked in a deep kiss. You pull back just enough to get one hand in to help her out with the belt buckle, and she quickly moves to your pants.

Almost before you know it, Jayne has your pants down to your knees and you both start shuffling over to the bed. Your erection is tenting your boxers to an absurd degree, and Jayne is staring at it. You bend down to pull your pants and socks off, and as you straighten up in front of her you run your hands up her legs.

You’re just undoing her pants - wow these slacks have the tiniest little clasp thing instead of a button, ok there got it whew - as she runs her hands through you hair. “Oh Zach, I’ve been wanting this for a while now. Since we had lunch together the first time, at that coffee shop, and you made me laugh so hard I could barely breath. When we were walking back I kept thinking, damn this guy is going to make me reconsider swearing off men forever!”

With a chuckle you pull Jayne’s pants down, and she puts her hand on your shoulder for balance as she kicks them off. She’s wearing a black thong, and you can tell it’s very high cut in the back because your hands are already running up and down her mostly bare buttocks. With pants that sexy and tight to highlight an ass that great you’re not surprised Jayne is basically in a g-string.

“God you’re so beautiful,” you say, almost to yourself. You look up and she’s blushing, her tshirt hanging loose in front of her. With a bashful look, she slips the shirt off, showing a simple black bra. Her breasts are small, but so pert and well formed you instantly consider them perfect. You can’t wait to see her nipples, and get them in your mouth.

Seeing your gaze, Jayne looks away and starts to pull up her hands self consciously to cover her chest. Gently taking her wrists, you smile, “Jayne you are so damn sexy.”

This is nothing but pure, objective truth. Jayne has the trim figure of a woman who works out a lot, and the defined abs of a true gym rat. You stay in good shape yourself, but you know she’s on a different level.

You quickly remove your shirt and toss it, then move back onto your bed. With a sultry stare, her brief shyness forgotten, Jayne follows you.