For a second Jenna is close to panicking again, nearly ripping off the mask without much thought. But then a strange hunch speeds through her mind.
‘Rachel knows who this is, she waited for this man.’
How Jenna suddenly knows that the visitor is a man, she doesn’t get. It seems like Rachel’s body knows how to live her life to some extent. Deciding to risk it, Jenna goes along with the urges she now gets and smooths out the edges of the mask.
She turns on her heel and walks over to where she finds a short bathrobe hanging ties it loosely around her waist. Without bothering to put on anything else she saunters to the front door. Her nervosity fights with her excitement. And it seems that the former has no chance in changing her mind. Delicate fingers turn the doorknob and Jenna lets the urge to speak flow through her.
“I expected you earlier, Andrew,” her aunt’s melodious voice erupts from Jenna.
“Sorry there, I got held up at work by some strange cult-people,” comes the apologetic answer from a strikingly handsome man. This Andrew is certainly well out of Jenna’s league, but not out of Rachel’s and that paints a wide smile on her face. His attire is simple; jeans, a button-down shirt, a denim jacket.
Jenna also realizes that his lateness meant that the attack on aunt Rachel had been planned well in advance. But instead of showing any worry or disturbance, she just leaves her body run on what might as well be autopilot.
“Well, I was busy myself, so no harm done,” with that Rachel pulls Andrew inside, who closes the door behind him.
The second the door is shut, he surges forward and his hands open Jenna’s bathrobe and start wandering across her body. She is incredibly flustered by it, but her body leans into the touch. Jenna hasn’t all that much experience with men and most of her make-out sessions have been awkward, but Rachel has no such hang ups.
Her hands pull Andrew’s face down and into a searing kiss, their tongues dancing back and forth. In response, Rachel’s lover grabs her butt and easily lifts her off the ground. With seemingly no effort, the handsome blond carries Rachel’s body to the empty table in the dining room. The cold surface against her bare skin drives home just how hot and horny Jenna feels.
And yet, it is almost like she is more a spectator than a participant. And that’s not what she wants, at all. So, she is going to do what she wants. For a second she fears that her body would just ignore her, but it doesn’t fight in the least. Jenna’s hands wander down from Andrew’s face, opening his shirt on their way. With his abs exposed, Jenna feels the urge to caress the chest of such an impressive specimen and sees no reason not to indulge for a moment or two. Rachel’s body still had experience on its side, after all.
Andrew deftly rids her of her bathrobe. Once she is entirely naked, his hands wander over her sides and to her breasts. Her lover spends a few seconds on her nipples and that is enough for her to be done with foreplay. Jenna wants him now and not in five minutes. Her hands open his fly and swiftly expose the blond’s engorged member.
“Someone’s in a hurry today,” Andrew teases.
“We are already late for my booty call, so I’m not into foreplay today,” slips out of Jenna’s mouth. Evidently to her aunt, this was nothing special or surprising. This was her boy-toy coming to entertain her.
“Who am I to disagree?” Andrew answers and drops his pants.
Jenna smoothly spreads her now perfect legs and Andrew doesn’t hesitate for an instance. With practiced synchronicity the blond slides inside. “Yeeesss… you always hit the spot Andrew,” Jenna moans into Andrew’s mouth and she can feel more than see his mouth twist into a satisfied smile.
“Likewise, my gorgeous queen,” he manages to say before Jenna pushes her tongue into his mouth.
Andrew’s doesn’t miss a beat during their delicious oral struggle and pulls out before pushing in more vigorously. Jenna grabs his butt and can’t believe what she is experiencing. Every time he pushed in she could feel a small firework of pleasure and every time he pulled out she felt empty and hungry for more. There was no time for talking, not that she wanted to say anything. No, Jenna just wanted to keep going and going, to feel Andrew’s dick slamming into her eager hips again and again.
Without noticing, Jenna stops kissing Andrew and leans back on the table. Her boy-toy doesn’t seem surprised or put off by this and instead focuses entirely on the woman who looks and acts like Rachel. His thrusts become faster and harder and Rachel loves it. Rachel? She was Jenna! And she loves it, too.
She moans and gasps and feels her climax building higher and higher, until Andrew suddenly pinches her nipples and the pleasure inside her just explodes. Andrew doesn’t stop and his thrusts prolong Jenna’s high for longer than she thought possible, the quivering and throbbing cock filling her to perfection.
It is only when visibly comes down from her high, that Andrew pulls out and without a word finishes himself with his hand. He doesn’t expect Jenna to suck him off and even moves away, cumming on the floor, as if he doesn’t dare sully Jenna’s perfect body.
Without prompting Jenna says, “Keep this up and you might get more.”
Andrew behaves like he has been paid the greatest of all compliments. “I will do my best, mistress!” He cleans himself and without hurry puts his clothes back in order. Then he cleans the mess he made. Jenna smiles. Aunt Rachel really has him well-trained. Jenna puts the bathrobe back on, almost thinking of it as ‘hers’.
With only a few words, Andrew says his goodbye and Jenna reminds him to be there again at the same time next week. This sends a thrill through her, knowing that she can feel like this again. Then Andrew is gone and Jenna is alone in her aunt’s home. And it is at this point that the reality of her situation comes crashing down on her again. Her aunt was gone - or at least turned into a mask - and Jenna had taken her place! Excitement and worry mix inside her in equal measure.