The Taking of Jill

This is the result of a request from an Aussie woman named Jill for a "hot, romantic story involving a beautiful woman who is taken from her husband by another man."

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Standing before her full-length closet mirror, Jill debated how far she should go with her outfit for work that day.

While always a bit of a flirt anyway, she had to admit that more and more she'd really been enjoying the reactions she was receiving lately from men, and even many women, when she flirted. She was especially enjoying the escalating flirting game she had been engaging in with Trent, her incredibly sexy co-worker.

Trent was every bit as "hot" as she was, and the fact that the company stud had decided to make Jill the object of his latest attentions only heightened her desire to play her flirting game.

Whereas she was classically beautiful with perfect suntanned skin and long, silky black hair framing intensely bright emerald eyes, Trent was rough-looking, with a darker Mediterranean complexion. He always seemed to have a five o'clock shadow to go with an unruly mop of careless black hair, and his large, sensual mouth including shining white teeth and full, kissable lips constantly drove her to distraction.

More than anything, she couldn't get past the depth of his deep brown eyes. His eyes were so dark that they often appeared black, which Jill found to be an immense turn-on.

There was only one thing that excited Jill even more than fiery dark eyes: the idea of hot, nasty sex, especially with a gorgeous man sporting an extremely large cock.

Trent very obviously possessed just such a cock, the conspicuous bulge of which she loved to admire in his business slacks. She could usually make out its length and shape quite clearly, including the heavily ridged circumcised head. Seeing Trent's dick on such tempting display always made her mouth water.

Supposedly he never wore underwear either, which was another major turn-on for her.

She didn't find that notion difficult at all to believe. Besides the way it moved so freely and showed so vividly in his slacks, she had also become quite adept at 'accidentally' brushing her ass against his lengthy bulge whenever she found herself in tight quarters with him.

'He looks like a fucking vampire; a vampire with a beautiful cock,' she thought.

Jill often wondered how Trent got away with dressing and behaving so roguishly in a professional work environment. Then she thought about all the water cooler gossip among her female co-workers regarding how "well hung Trent is," and how "voracious his appetites are in bed." Many of her friends at work, including Jennifer, the owner of the company, were always telling her how much they enjoy his "huge, hungry cock."

Jill's boss was married; happily married, in fact, and Jill thought that Jennifer had always been faithful to her husband. One day over lunch, however, that notion was blown out of the water when Jennifer couldn't help but giggle about Trent's cock, and how that very morning in her office he had just torn her apart with it. She was ecstatic, raving to Jill about all the wild sex they'd been having.

'Now Trent seems to be turning his attention to me,' Jill thought, smiling to herself as she perused the sexier outfits in her closet.'It's about time,' she added, her smile curling into a mischievous grin.

While truly not the least bit vain or arrogant, nevertheless Jill knew she was gorgeous; people made that perfectly clear to her almost everywhere she went. She knew she wasn't merely 'pretty,' 'cute,' or 'attractive.' She also wasn't just 'doing well for her age,' which was not yet an issue for her at a very youthful-appearing thirty-one.

She was under no illusions that she was anything but a total knockout, at least whenever she wanted to be. Even her husband's friends could barely contain themselves around her.

Ah, yes, her husband. Jill was married, which, at that particular moment, she rather regretted.

Her husband was a good man and a caring husband, she had to admit. Always faithful, never short-tempered, he was uncommonly understanding and supportive. He'd been a great friend, and over their six years of marriage they had managed to carve out a nice, comfortable existence together.

"Comfortable," Jill said with derision, gazing into her closet's mirror. "I want more than 'comfortable.' I'll bet Trent would show me more than just comfort," she added with a trace of bitterness, fidgeting in her bath towel. "Why is it that everyone except my 'comfortable' husband acts like they can barely stop themselves from ripping my clothes off and fucking me senseless?" she continued, speaking to the mirror.

She began to feel angry, and a new resolve washed over her.

Dropping her towel, she said, "Well, my 'comfortable' hubby, if you're not going to appreciate this sexy wife of yours, then maybe I'll give other men more of what they've been asking for."

She studied herself in the mirror, justifiably pleased with what she saw. She decided her husband was an idiot for not wanting to ravage her the moment she walked through the door every night.

Standing sidelong to her mirror, she ran her scarlet nails down her taut stomach and wonderfully ripe thighs before trailing her fingertips back up to her smooth, tight, bubble ass. Inspecting herself very thoroughly, she decided that she absolutely adored her lush, sensual curves.

Many men had told her that her ass was her greatest physical asset. Touching herself, she could see their point. She knew she had a delectable bottom.

She caressed the soft, silky folds of her hairless pussy, delighted that she had treated herself to a complete waxing. Although she'd always kept her full, pouting labia and pretty pucker bare, she usually maintained a small, neat patch of dark fur above her pussy. She'd only recently stripped it utterly clean, and she savored the thought.

She had long fought a battle with herself over her pussy lips. She knew she didn't have what the men in her office jokingly referred to as a "butter knife wound" type of pussy in which almost nothing is visible except for a straight, discreet slit—the kind of pussy one expects to see on a twelve-year-old girl.

No, she had very prominent labia, like succulent rose petals. Even when she wasn't excited, which hadn't often been the case of late, as she'd been in a nearly permanent state of arousal over the past few months, her pouting inner lips extended well beyond her outer labia. When she was thoroughly drenched and wanting a good fuck, her sex flowered open, noticeably palpitating.

She studied her glistening wet pussy in the mirror, amazed by how eloquently it described her turned-on mood.

It was her gorgeously slutty-looking pussy, she realized, that made her finally decide to wax her mons completely bare. She had guessed that her very womanly pussy lips combined with a young girl's smooth, hairless mound would make for quite the striking visual, and the image reflected in her mirror confirmed that she'd been correct.

'My pussy, not my ass...my pussy is my best feature,' she thought, stroking her slit with painted fingertips. Covering them in silky wetness, she brought them one by one to her mouth, tasting herself.'Mmmm, definitely my pussy.'

Flexing her thighs, she again admired their sleek, rounded lines. She loved how her legs looked so strong leading up to her smooth, blemish-free ass, which had no sag at all, she noted with pride.

Turning her back to the mirror, she also noted the beautifully formed gap at the top of her thighs, thrilling over the way it framed her gorgeous sex so invitingly.

Again turning sidelong to the mirror, she arched her back while cupping her large, firm breasts.

Stacey, her friend at work, always told everybody that Jill's breasts were her best physical feature. As Jill studied them in the mirror, she couldn't argue the point. She hefted her breasts and released them, once again noting with satisfaction that despite their ample size they merely bounced once before coming to rest. They didn't flop or sag at all.

'Wow...they really are perfect tits,' she concluded, caressing her outrageously erect nipples.

Jill's areolas were dusky pink, and they glowed in beautiful contrast to her warm skin tone. She truly had the longest, thickest nipples she'd ever seen. Not even her sisters' nipples were quite as prominent, although their breasts were equally large.

Between her incredible breasts and those tantalizing nipples, Jill felt truly blessed.

She tugged on them, laughing to herself,'I'm like a female version of Trent the Vampire, with his big cock! We belong together!'

Jill noticed it was getting late. She realized that she needed to get a move on if she wanted to catch her train on time, so she reluctantly stopped playing with herself and began to get dressed.

Deciding that she really wanted to turn up the heat that day with her flirting, she pulled out her sexiest work skirt. Although not as tiny as any of the micro minis she typically wore to go clubbing, it was the shortest thing she could hope to get away with while maintaining at least the facade of professional business attire. It probably was still too short for work, but her office had scheduled that day as their once-a-month "Casual Friday," and the excitement was definitely worth the risk.

She grinned to herself,'Screw 'em if they can't take a joke. I'm going to have some fun today.'

The skirt was a skintight charcoal gray wool number that only extended six inches below her pussy, and the four-inch slits on each side exposed quite a bit more thigh. Trying it on, she realized it was shorter than she'd thought. She knew she would have to be careful with how she sat, and certainly when crossing her legs.

Debating between tops, she first picked out a business blouse in sheer black. She wanted to wear it braless but knew there was no way she could get away with that at work, not unless she never took off her coat.

Knowing it was going to be a warm day, she decided against the blouse. Instead she pulled on a formfitting, unusually thin turtleneck sweater. It was made from a light, breathable cotton, so it wouldn't be overly hot, and it described her torso like a second skin. Her nipples were screaming beacons in that top. Because the material was black, it wasn't too very see-through, yet she could still clearly make out the sexy silhouette of her breasts and nipples.

'Bra, or no bra?' she pondered, turning to check out her profile in the mirror.

Her nipples were scandalously obvious. It was nearly obscene.

'So? Lots of women in the city show their high beams,' she decided, giggling to herself.

Having already shaved and creamed her legs to a smooth, glossy finish, she opted to leave them bare.

'Panties, or no panties?'

She sat on the bed and crossed her legs, facing the mirror. Without a doubt, she caught a glimpse of her naked pussy. She tried it again, crossing them more carefully.

It was close.

She stood and faced away from the mirror to check her coverage from the rear. Bending from the waist as if she were leaning over a desk, she saw that the tops of her thighs showed, but no ass or pussy. She bent over a bit more, the way she would if she were retrieving something from a low filing cabinet.

Pussy lips. Pouting pussy lips, and perfect ass crescents.

'So sexy,' she thought.

Just to be funny she slid her skirt up a bit higher, until she could see her tiny pink pucker; flexing it, making it wink, she made herself laugh.

Moving over to her dresser, she pulled out a pair of transparent silver bikini panties. After slipping them on, she moved back to her spot on the bed in front of the mirror where she again tried crossing her legs.

She caught a flash of silver, and a hint of her slit.

'Nice,' she smiled.

Uncrossing her legs, she sat up straight and brought her knees together.

She could still see all the way up her thighs to her silver panties. Her slit wasn't visible, though. Giggling to herself again, she wantonly spread her legs; she could see her entire pussy, only lightly shrouded in a silver haze.

Standing and bending at the waist until her panties came into view, she saw the split of her ass and her full pink lips through the sheer material.

'Perfect,' she thought. Her tiny panties would allow her to show her pussy and do some serious flirting while still maintaining a necessary modicum of plausible deniability.'Besides, if a naughty opportunity presents itself, I can always just slip them off.'

Smiling to herself, she decided to wear them.

She slid on a pair of black pumps, noting that the sexy heels made her tits and ass stand out even more attractively while also making her legs look absolutely spectacular.

Grabbing her small purse, she headed for the door.

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"There she is!" Gary exclaimed to his buddy Darren.

Gary and Darren were a couple of casually dressed business types waiting for their train to arrive. Jill had just walked up, and was waiting too. Standing only a few feet in front of them, the backs of her bare thighs shone golden in the morning sun.

Gary and Darren had noticed Jill on other occasions during their daily commute, so they were eagerly anticipating that morning's train ride.

"Look how short her skirt is today!" Darren guffawed.

"Jesus, could you possibly say it any louder?" Gary hissed, elbowing him.

The train arrived, and the doors whooshed open. Jill moved up the steps, her two admirers falling in right behind her.

Darren made a goofy gesture, pretending to duck his head beneath the back of Jill's skirt.

Gary did him one better, quickly slipping his cell phone under her skirt to snap off a few pictures.

Climbing the steps, Jill's ass was directly in Darren's face. He hung back a bit, trying to get a clear shot up her skirt; when she reached the last two steps, he was rewarded with a beautiful vision of heavenly pussy through sheer panties.

"Dude!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Turning to see what the commotion was about, Jill immediately realized she was giving the two guys behind her a perfect upskirt shot. She smiled to herself and flashed them a sexy grin before continuing on up, her two admirers following closely behind.

Since she knew she had a good twenty minutes before the train would arrive at her stop, she moved to the back of the car.

The guys moved all the way to the back as well, only one close body space behind her.

The car was full, so Jill had to stand while holding the grab rail above her head. Her stretched position forced her to arch her back, which thrust her chest out. The speeding train constantly jostled everyone, making her braless breasts quiver beneath her clinging lightweight top, she noted with satisfaction. She enjoyed the feeling of knowing people were staring at her beautiful legs and gorgeous tits, and her nipples grew erect.

She hadn't been paying attention, so she didn't notice that her car had somewhat emptied out following a few stops. She was lost in her own world, thinking about all the flirting fun she hoped to have that day with Trent. She was also beginning to regret her decision to wear panties, knowing she'd just given her pair of scheming admirers such a perfect upskirt shot.

She didn't move to take a seat, and neither did her two guys. Although he wasn't touching her, Gary had stepped up close behind Jill, while Darren had positioned himself to her side. With the only other occupants sitting in the middle and forward sections, the three of them had the back of the car to themselves.

Darren motioned for the camera, and Gary passed it over to him. Darren again slipped it beneath Jill's skirt, where he shot a few more pictures before passing the camera back to his buddy.

With a hopeful grin, Gary began scrolling through the pictures.

When Jill caught his silly expression, he gave her a lopsided smirk. She also caught the smile on Darren's face as Gary passed the camera right back to him.

Curious, Jill wanted to see what they were looking at, especially after Gary gave her another dopey grin when Darren again handed him back the camera. They were both smiling at her, and she ping-ponged her glance back and forth between them.

"Okay, what are you two smiling so goofily about?" Jill finally asked, breaking the ice.

"Oh, nothing," Darren said, grinning at Gary.

"Yeah, is it so unusual for two guys to smile at a beautiful woman? I'm sure you get that all the time," added Gary.

Jill gave him a wry smile. "Sure, whatever. What's with the camera?"

"Should we show her?" Darren asked, teasingly.

"Nah. She wouldn't want to see."

Jill rolled her eyes at them. They seemed totally harmless, plus they were after all on a public train. She offered them a cute smirk. "Okay, fine, I'll play your little game. What's on your camera, since it has you two mooning at each other like a couple of love-sick gibbons?"

Gary laughed, "You've got it all wrong, pretty lady. We're not the ones doing the mooning," he said, conspicuously leering down at her skirt before raising his smile back to her face.

"You're not the ones doing...what? Huh? You...oh, wait. You didn't..." Jill said, finally catching on. "Tell me you didn't."

"We did!" laughed Darren. "Still wanna see?"

Jill made a quick lunge, trying to snatch the camera from Gary, who raised it high above her head. She reached up to grab it, forcing her breasts to press against him. Gary let her hop up and down a bit before tossing the camera to Darren, who made a big production of scrolling through the pictures.

Deciding to try a different approach, Jill turned to Darren with her hands clasped innocently behind her back. "Pweeeeease?" she asked, all sugary sweet baby talk, giving him a comically sad pouty face.

She was enjoying their teasing game. They were both quite good-looking, and she knew they had been taking peeks up her skirt. She was becoming genuinely turned on.

She moved to Darren's side, trying to look over his shoulder at the pictures. Leaning into him, she conspicuously pressed her erect nipple against his upper arm.

Gary moved behind her so he could look over her shoulder and check out what she was seeing on the camera screen. In doing so, he pressed against her ass.

He couldn't tell whether Jill had noticed. She'd given no response. She'd simply pressed herself more firmly against Darren's arm.

Jill had in fact noticed. In the same way that she was pressing her breast against the one guy's arm, she felt the guy behind her intentionally pressing his crotch into her soft, smooth bottom. She didn't want the guy with the camera to move away; she wanted to see what was on that thing. She knew her nipples had become erect, which they always did at the first sign of attention, and she correctly figured that once the guy felt them pressing into his arm he wasn't about to go anywhere.

She smiled to herself, thinking,'I can't believe this. I don't even know these guys, and here I am, allowing them to sandwich me between them on a moving train just so I can see some upskirt shots they took of my ass.'

She shook her head over her audacity. Still, she really did want to see those pictures, and Darren was letting her look as he showed them to Gary.

"This one came out great..." Darren said, showing them a picture of Jill's ass with one leg ahead of the other. Although her pussy came out a bit blurry, her deep divide showed crisp and clear; they could definitely tell that her panties were silver, and totally see-through.

He clicked on the next shot, which made Jill gasp and blush. Her pussy was vividly on display; in fact, it was really nothing more than a shot of her panties-covered lips, with only a little of her ass evident.