In search of satisfaction ~ III

Episode 3 –
continuing from http://sexconfessions69.wordpress.com/2009/01/28/sex-fantasy-3-in-search-of-satisfaction-part-ii/

Jack sat on a box in the war zone that was his lounge area in his flat. Half empty cartons lay in heaps covering the floor. All kinds of his wordly belongings lay scattered across the apartment.
A trickle of sweat slid down his arm and dripped off onto the box. He wiped his brow but only managed to smear dust and sweat across his face. His t-shirt had developed dark patches under the armpits and a similar line ran down the middle of his back.

“And now I got a kinda date.” he thought. He looked round at the carnage surrounding him. Still, he carried on musing, she was cute and would be good company. And she had a great taste in beer.

He made a mental list of priorities so that the place would look presentable. He found a couple of plates and some cutlery. Beer doesn’t need a glass. Maybe they could just phone for pizza.

He put the furniture in some kind of logical order, made the bed laughing that this hadn’t happened since she had left and set about the boxes.

At about 6.30pm he stopped. There was a clear path from the front door to the balcony and to the bedroom. By stretching a bit you could reach from the door to the bed. The lounge area looked better than he had hoped. He flicked on the radio and some music began to fill the apartment. His mind wandered to the image ingrained in his memory of Lizzie’s tight skirt stretched sexily across her butt as he drove past her into the car lot this morning. He could have parked elsewhere but he simply had to see more. How he loved it when she lowered her impressive cleavage to eye level through the window of his car. He instinctively tugged at the hardening lump in his jeans. She was not the innocent catholic girl she made out. There was something going on when they chatted on her balcony later.

Jack checked the fridge was on maximum to cool the beer and headed for the shower. Taking his wet shave razor in with him, he freshened up and washed himself carefully using the lather from the shower gel on his head to coat his body and his penis and balls. They hung soft and comfortable. Jack was proud that unlike some men his penis was always long and thick. Soap dripped off the tip of his penis as he rinsed off. He took the towel he had found and dried himself. He generously rubbed himself round the mass of dark pubic hair that grew up from his groin and tumbeled over his stomach and on to his chest.

He applied some deodorant and some smelly cologne stuff his sister bought him when she travelled to Europe last year. A couple of her friends had remarked how good he smelt at his sister’s birthday party but Vicky had prickeled with envy and told him later in the car as they went home that he was a shamless flirt and had he any idea of how she felt? Boy had they shouted that night.

He caught his reflection in the mirror. His face was long and his eyes bright. His goattee beard was trimmed back a bit and his recent shave had fought back something of his dark stuble. But it still looked like a 5 o clock shadow. His body carried little excess fat and his stomach and chest were well defined. His light tan stopped mid way between his belly button and his groin, his skinny butt moon white under the fine layer of dark hair. The tan started again mid way down his thigh.

Jack found something to hold his hair in his trademark pony tail and pulled on his favourite shirt and a pair of light coloured loose trousers with a button fly. It was too hot for underwear.

He walked into the kitchen and opened a beer and was just about to take a mouthful when there was a cough behind him. He turned round to see Lizzie standing in the open door. A wide smile emerged across his face as he took in the sight, something stirred deep inside him and something also stirred in his trousers that had been until now hanging loose and free.