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Janey has a loving husband and a wonderful family. I'm engaged and am very much in love with my future wife. But life can be funny sometimes. A heart is a very big place, and sometimes, much to everyone's surprise there's room for another.
And so, one afternoon on a tropical island, Janey and I became lovers, and then one night in Boston we discovered love all over again. Every now and then, when the planets are aligned and the moon is full, we find time to be together. The moments are always brief, but legends are made from the passion we find together.
Now it came to pass one day, that while exchanging letters I discovered Janey would be in Dallas for a week with her Husband, but they had trouble getting a flight, and they would not be travelling together. In fact, Janey would be in Dallas for a whole day before her husband arrived. Janey all alone. Janey in Dallas. Janey in April with the bluebonnets in full bloom. How could I resist? How could she?
When Janey stepped off the plane, she was every bit as pretty as I remembered her. She was taller than most women, a bit taller than most guys, but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes scanned the crowded terminal until she found me, and then they began to sparkle as a warm, welcoming smile slowly appeared on her lovely face. Unable to contain myself, I hopped over the rail and ran over to meet her.
Janey dropped her bags and fell into my embrace, her lips, like the sweetest, softest silk, pressed hotly against mine. Our hands dug into each other’s flesh, trying beyond reason to get closer than we already were.
"Look mommy! They're all mushy!" a nearby kid commented.
I opened my eye a crack, in time to spy a harried looking woman follow her child's pointing finger to where Janey and I embraced. A slow red blush crept across her cheeks as she stared at us a moment, then with an indignant huff she turned her child away from us. Her wounded sense of propriety probably stemming from the way I had my hands wrapped around Janey's most wonderful fleshy bottom, and the way Janey's upraised leg was slowly stroking up and down mine.
I pulled back with a gasp, and stared down with an admiring smile into Janey's lovely face. "I love you. I missed you." I said between pants.
"Shut up and kiss me again." Janey answered, pulling my tie to get me close enough for another sweet kiss.
Her hips pressed solidly against mine, rubbing my extended cock, which had been raised in full salute since I saw her. It was a Pavlovian reaction. My mind knew Janey as well as I had ever known any woman, from our e-mail and her stories. My body knew only that every time we met like this, we ended up between the sheets while the earth rocked and the heavens rolled.
Slowly Janey shifted her weight, allowing my hands to support her more and more, until she finally lifted both legs and wrapped herself around me, her hips moving in incredibly exciting circles around my cock. With her hands pressing into my back and her tongue dancing around mine, I was in extreme danger of having an accident right here on the terminal floor.
Thought was not a large part of my world right then, but I had just enough composure to remember the conference booth about twenty feet away. Janey and I definitely needed to have a conference. Straining against the barrier of our clothing, I carried Janey the short distance to the conference booth, as unknown numbers of envious, indignant, and aroused stares followed us.
"What's this?" Janey asked as I set her down and began fumbling for my wallet.
"The executive version of the hourly rate hotel." I quipped just as my credit cards exploded from the wallet and onto the ground.
Janey smiled and said, "I'll get them."
She got them all right. I was already worked up by the passionate kiss and the feel of Janey pressed against me, needing me as much as I needed her. The sight of her bending over as she picked up the cards, the sight of her long creamy legs, among other interesting features, coming into view as her short skirt rose higher and higher…
"Here you go." she said, handing the cards back to me.
Blindly, I slid a card through the reader, unable to take my eyes off this unbelievable goddess standing before me.
The machine beeped angrily at me, and Janey giggled. "Fill me up and give me a lube job."
I laughed as I realized I had swiped the gas card through the machine. I took a second and picked the right card this time. The machine chimed happily as the door popped open. My patience exhausted, I pulled Janey inside, slamming the door closed with my foot.
The booth was small and cramped, with a table and chair taking up much of the valuable space. The air-conditioner clicked on, sending a stream of cool air into the booth, giving it the scent of an old hotel room – humid, stale, smoke. It was the most unromantic place I had ever been in but I didn't care. Janey didn't seem to care either, as we embraced again.
This time, when she wrapped her legs around me, I moved her over to the desk and sat her down. She smiled and began unbuttoning my shirt, all the while keeping her hips grinding against my erection. If I didn't know her better, as a loving wife and mother, I'd swear she was enjoying the feel of my erection pressed against her.
Slowly my hand crept up under her shirt, then pushed away the wonderbra as her wondertits fell into my appreciative palm.
"Hmmm." Janey hummed as she finally undid the last button and ran her hands across my broad chest. Then she ran her palms, fingers down, across my abs until they reached my pants. With all the tact and decorum that I had used with her bra, she unbuckled my belt and pants, and with a light push let them fall down around my ankles.
Her hand cupped my erection and balls through my boxers, and she smiled mischievously. "I'm glad to know you're happy to see me again."
"I'm glad you're glad." I panted softly in her ear as I hooked my fingers into her panties and pushed them down.
"I'm glad you're glad I'm glad." Janey mumbled as she pushed down my boxers and gazed up into my eyes.
I inched forward. She wrapped her hot palms around my cock, sending an electric thrill through me that caused me to inhale sharply; stale, humid smoke mixed with the flowery sent of Janey. She angled me down, the tip of my glans rushing across her silky skin, until soft fleshy skin, slick with her desire, began pressing against me on either side. Lower still she moved me and then waited.
Here. Now. Please? Her eyes commanded me. My lust drove me. One step forward. Forward, as she guided me deeper inside her. Her hands squeezing my cock; her vagina pulsing against my glans. Forward again, deeper into this engulfing sensation. Janey raised her hands and wrapped them around my back, arching her head and back, inhaling deeply as she accepted me, felt me, devoured me.
Forward again and our waists touched; there is no deeper, there didn't need to be. Janey raised her head and gazed at me, her eyes flashing with anticipation, a smile of utter satisfaction on her face. Together, we began to move.
Janey's legs wrapped around me as her hands ran under my shirt to caress my back. The desk was the perfect height, and though I didn't have to sustain her weight, it felt as if we made love as I held her in my arms. Even without the desk, my passion would have easily sustained her. Janey's pants and soft whimpers mingled with my gasps as her chin dug into my shoulder, her soft hair caressing my cheeks, her scent overpowering even the musty booth.
"Oh Yes!" Janey cried as she tensed against me, pushing her head forward, pushing hard into my shoulder as her hands tightened on my back, her legs tightening around my waist. I was not so far behind; the rapture of Janey's orgasm carried me with her.
My hands pressed into her bottom, lifting her slightly, letting her down as I thrust harder, faster, deeper. Her soft, whimpering convulsions an added thrill to the blinding moment of pleasure I experienced.
Then, it was over. But not over, as we held each other after the moment, rejoicing in being with one another. For a brief second, she hugged me harder, and I returned the thanks before we reluctantly parted.
"Hi." Janey said with a well-satisfied grin on her face.
"I’ve never heard this song before." Janey said as she turned up the volume on the car radio.
"It's the Divinyls, an eighties band," I replied with a smile.
"It's really sexy."
"I always thought so. I liked it enough to put it on the CD anyway."
Janey listened carefully to the song until it ended, then turned to me and said mischievously, "Play it again."
"Your wish is my command," I said gallantly, and pushed the appropriate buttons.
Janey giggled as she turned to face me. She folded her left leg to rest it on the chair and raised her right, letting it fall lightly across mine. Then she began swaying very erotically to the sultry music, and I found it harder and harder to keep my eyes on the road. The job only got harder when she began running her palms across her chest.
Christina Amphlett wasn't the only one Ohhing as Janey let a hand slowly slip down under her panties. She kicked off her shoe and let her arch rub up and down along the bulge under my jeans. I took a defensive driving class once that had a few choice words about what was happening here, but for some reason I wasn't exactly thinking of that at the moment.
"Am I being naughty?" Janey asked evilly, in her "little girl" voice.
"Yes," I gasped, "but don't let that stop you."
The car swerved a little as she smiled broadly, and pushed down her panties.
Janey's hands were a blur as her exposed womanhood was parted invitingly. Janey's foot ground against my crotch as her fingers dipped insider herself teasingly.
Janey's Oh’s had suddenly become a lot more passionate than what the censors had let Christina get away with in her song. And, as Janey's foot ran up and down my bulge, a third "Oh" filled the car. When Janey came, her cries overwhelmed even the pulse pounding music.
Janey looked up and smiled at me wickedly – "wickedly wickedly" as they would say in Boston, so I'm told. Then crawled over to me.
"I'll bet you didn't have as much fun as I did," she said coyly.
"I came darn close," I admitted.
"I get down on my knees; I'll do anything for you!" Janey sang light-heartedly to the music. Then her head lowered, and lowered some more, until she was just inches away from my rock-hard cock. In seconds she had my cock free, and ran her hot, moist lips up and down my pulsating shaft. The car swerved as I barely managed to avoid going off the road. With exquisite care, she slowly lowered her mouth around my cock, as if it were a rare delicacy to be savored. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes, as the overwhelming sensations coursed through me.
When I opened my eyes again, I found that I was still on the road, Janey's incredible mouth was still lifting me to new heights of pleasure, and a pair of flashing lights had appeared behind me. I glanced at the speedometer and found I was below the speed limit, but it didn't take much thought to figure the cop had a problem with my ability to remain in the same lane.
The cop obviously wanted me to pull over. I, however, didn't want anything to interfere with the best blow job I had ever received in my life. I reached over to the CD player and pushed a button. The sixth repetition of "I touch myself" faded away as Rush's "Red Barchetta" began to thunder around us. This wasn't exactly a Red Barchetta, but it was a Porsche, and as Janey's tongue played havoc with my senses, the accelerator slammed to the floor.
My defensive driving instructor would have had a heart attack. Sex while driving was a big no-no. Doing a hundred and fifty, even on the long, straight, lightly populated highway was even worse. Doing both at the same time? Well, I doubt my instructor would have done anything different in my shoes. Janey could definitely have that effect on guys.
The other cars on the road might as well have been parked as I weaved between them, the car as responsive and uncomplaining as the girl wrapped around my straining cock.
There was something inherently terrifying about both events consuming my attention at that particular moment. I'd never experienced dangerous sex before, and as the odometer crept nearer to 160, with adrenaline coursing through my veins at the unceasing demand of my pounding heart, I had never in my life felt so alive, so aware, so aroused.
The excruciatingly erotic sensations Janey was evoking turned familiar, and I lightly rested one hand on the base of her neck as I turned the wheel just in time to avoid rear-ending an eighteen-wheeler. My warning went unheeded as Janey continued to suck and caress my throbbing cock. At one-hundred-sixty-five miles per hour, the cop miles behind us and losing ground fast, the world went white in rapture as the Louis Armstrong began to croon "What a wonderful world."
Janey gasped as she stepped out of the car. Before us, stretching for miles in either direction, was a field of bluebonnets in full bloom. A light, cool breeze slipped lightly past us, lazily pushing the giant cotton candy clouds above us.
"Is this what you wanted to show me?" she asked with a laugh as she stepped out into the field.
"It is," I answered, admiringly. "This spot in April is the most perfect place in all the world. I never thought it could get any more perfect until just now."
Janey blushed as she smiled at me, her scarlet cheeks standing in stark contrast to the deep rich blue of the sky above and the flowers below. Smiling and biting her lower lip she knelt down and let her hands play over the tops of the flowers. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The powerful floral scent was ever present here, but from Janey’s position, it would be intoxicating. She looked back up at me and smiled as she raised a flower to her lips. Her eyes danced with excitement.
"It’s lovely. I don’t know what to say!"
I laughed as I stepped into the field with her. "Don’t say anything at all! I learned long ago that there simply aren’t words that can describe this."
For a moment, the brief, distant sounds of police sirens swelled and faded in the distance, intruding on the serenity of this place.
"I could stay here all day!" Janey cooed, as she admired the perfect bluebonnet she had picked.
"Great! Because I have a nice picnic lunch packed for us!"
Janey looked up, and in an exasperated voice that wasn’t at all exasperated, said, "Why am I not at all surprised? It’s just like you to plan a romantic picnic in probably the most romantic place I’ve ever seen."
I grinned bashfully. "It is kinda sappy isn’t it?"
"I like sappy." Janey said quickly.
"How fortunate for us both then." I said before I pulled out a backpack and a picnic basket.
"We’re not going to… I mean not here." Janey said. "I feel bad enough just moving my feet!"
"No," I laughed, "See that big ol’ tree out there? Well I have it on the best authority that there’s a nice bare spot under its branches and it’s got a magnificent view of a babbling brook."
"Oh that’s nice. You’ll have a babbling brook to go along with your babbling Janey."
"Uh Huh," I said, unconvinced. Janey’s babbling tended to produce award-winning stories.
The tree was a large stately oak tree whose shade had provided a nice clearing in the otherwise unblemished field of flowers in full bloom. The tree stood atop a small broad hill, and overlooked a small babbling brook that was hidden from the small country road where we had parked. The short walk to our destination was completed in awed silence, as just being with one another in the full glory of nature’s beauty overwhelmed us.
When we reached the clearing, I removed my backpack and rooted around until I found the large checkerboard blanket. With more than a hint of bravado, I dramatically unrolled it. Janey smiled politely at my theatrics, and the amused smile followed me as I set out the picnic lunch I had packed.
"Very nice!" Janey said appreciatively as she surveyed the fried chicken, various salads, breads, and cheeses I had laid out.
I poured us some tea, and we began lunch.
"Beth was absolutely livid," Janey commented, as she spread a generous portion of sweet butter over the bread. "And I didn’t even tell her the half of what really happened in Boston. Just the public Internet version."
"You mean the G-rated version?" I asked with a quirky smile.
"That’s the one. The one where you leave everybody hanging waiting for the omelets to arrive."
"You didn’t tell her about the whipped cream, cherries, and ferns?"
"Are you kidding? I’m lucky she’s still speaking to me after the G-rated version. She’s probably still up in Boston, scheming on how to get you within her clutches."
I laughed, and passed the macaroni salad. "She can scheme all she wants; my heart, body, and soul belong always and forever to you."
Janey looked up and smiled at me warmly. "That’s nice," she said in a tone that reminded me we both belonged to others and she didn’t buy a word of it. It was still true; even if my heart, body, and soul belonged to another as well. I was always big on sharing.
"But never underestimate Beth," Janey warned. "She can be pretty single-minded once she’s set her mind on something."
"Are you going to tell her about Dallas?" I asked, between bites.
"If she gets annoying." Janey giggled. "She’ll never believe me, of course. She barely believed Boston until I dragged her to the terminal and showed her your story. Then she wouldn’t talk to me for a week." The self-satisfied smile that graced Janey’s face at that last remark was a true pleasure to behold.
"It’s nice to be envied, isn’t it?" I asked light-heartedly.
Janey cocked her head and I could see her tasting the thought. "You know, it is? I never really thought about it before. I guess I spent so much of my life being envious, that I never really noticed moving to being envied. I like it a lot!"
I stretched out on the ground, propping my head up on my elbow as I gazed up into Janey’s endlessly fascinating face. "No one really envied me either, until they found out I was with you. I got the impression that more than a few of them had similar designs on your affections."
"Oh, really?" Janey asked, as her eyebrow arched in surprise. Following my lead, Janey laid out as well, propping up her head so that we were but inches apart. "Like who?"
I plucked a grape and offered it to her. She smiled, and sucked it into her mouth, recalling for one crystal-clear moment what she had done back in the car. "Well, Sven for one, but that’s hardly surprising. He’s even more unfaithful than you."
Janey huffed indignantly. "I’m NOT unfaithful! I always return to Bob," she protested.
"Well, there aren’t many other words for it! Adulterous sounds so cheap, and you’re hardly cheap."
Janey frowned as she thought. "Then forget words, let’s try phrases. I like ‘sampling everything life has to offer’ myself."
"Much better." I smiled as I offered her another grape.
"Any other names to drop?"
"Well, Poison Ivan wrote a very nice note."
"I thought he had the hots for Daphne Xu."
"Maybe he has the hots for both of you." I laughed. "And then Kim wrote a rather scary letter, telling me that I didn’t leave you at least a little time for her to sample a little Janey, she was gonna do things to me that would make ‘Doubts and Uncertainties’ look like a Disney flick."
I laughed deeply. "No, she didn’t. Actually she didn’t write at all, but if she did, I think that’s exactly what she’d say."
Janey laughed with me, as the soft breezes pushed a big puffy cloud in front of the sun.
"Well, I guess I’d better get this stuff picked up before the ants find it," I said. "These Texas ants have an attitude as bad as their sting."
Janey leaned forward and kissed me lightly. "It was a wonderful lunch. Thank you."
"You’re so very welcome," I replied gallantly, before turning my attention to the mundane task of repackaging the remains of our lunch.
It didn’t take much time at all. When I was done, I sat down with my back to the tree, and admired Janey as she walked among the flowers. It was easy to see how legends could arise from such moments. Walking among the flowers, Janey recalled legends of nymphs and fairies; of times when the goddesses still walked the earth in mortal form. She was Cleopatra, Venus, and Arthur’s Lady of the Lake, and for the moment, she was mine.
"Do you have to plan these perfect encounters, or do they just happen naturally?" Janey laughed as she returned to the tree.
"I planned the meeting at the airport; the conference booth was an improvisation. I had planned to drive you out here, and you decided to act out a song. So, I guess some of it’s planned; all the really good stuff just happens."
My eyes sparkled as she snuggled next to me and rested her head against my chest. I put an arm around her and pulled her close.
In any relationship, there is a test of silence. That is, when words fail and you are both silent for a time, it can be an uncomfortable silence or a comfortable silence between two people who know each other well enough just to be happy in each other’s company. The silence that followed was comfortable.
The moment was so fulfilling that I began to hum Louis Armstrong’s "What a wonderful world."
"Are you going to serenade me?" Janey asked.
"What a wonderful idea!" I beamed. "Can you bear to be alone for a second while I run back to the car?"
"I don’t know how I’ll survive. Run like the wind!"
"Like a hurricane." I promised.
I fetched my guitar from the trunk of the car and tuned it as I walked back to Janey, who watched me with keen anticipation.
I sat down next to her and began to strum. I’m no John Denver or Louis Armstrong, but I can strum, and I can hold a tune. And from Janey’s reaction I can certainly command Janey’s attentions.
It was a perfect song, for a perfect moment, in a perfect setting, with the perfect girl. Janey’s smile was radiant as I finished, as radiant as the sun, as full of promise as a rainbow.
"What a wonderful world." Janey sighed as I took her hand in mine. "Are you seducing me?" Her eyes twinkled like a thousand radiant stars. "I give up--I'm yours."
The guitar was cast off as easily as our clothing.
Janey is terribly self-conscious about her body, even more so than the average American woman. For some reason, every woman I’ve ever known has felt she has to live up to the latest supermodel flavor of the month. But there aren’t any supermodels who’d give me the time of day, let alone a world class blow job at a hundred and sixty miles an hour. So in my book, Janey was the last word in beauty, all the more so because Janey was real.
Janey was self-conscious about her body but she also knew how much pleasure I got from watching her. For my benefit, under that warm Texas sun and the refreshing April breezes, Janey stood and slowly disrobed, as I idly removed my own clothing.
Here is how Janey described herself to me once: "I'm just a five-foot ten-inch, slightly overweight, suburban matron with messy hair and no tits."
And as the last of her clothing was cast aside, she raised both hands and stretched luxuriously under the warm rays of the afternoon sun. Allow me to describe the Goddess I beheld. Janey was five-foot ten-inches, almost all shapely and perfectly curved leg. The soft April breezes played through her wild untamed hair. Her petite, perfectly shaped breasts gave way to a slender abdomen, with the most fascinating curves. Oh to be sure, this wasn’t the hard, flat abdomen of the latest fashion model. No, this was the abdomen of a woman who had inspired the old masters to carve statues from stone, and to paint masterpieces that sell for millions upon millions of dollars.
With a flourish, I shook out the blanket and turned it over. Janey smiled and lay down, her outstretched hands inviting me to join her. It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. I lay down beside her, and kissed her leisurely as my hand ran across her stomach. Janey’s stomach is a delight for the senses. There, one will find soft, fine, downy hairs – I call them her tummy fur; and I find it sexy beyond all reason or words.
Janey arched her head as I kissed her neck. She arched her back as I sucked an erect teat between my lips, a soft moan escaping her lips. From this particular vantage point, Janey’s breasts did not seem petite at all. As my tongue traced playful circles around Janey’s areola, I faced a difficult decision of continuing to rub her tummy fur, or to take her other breast in hand.
Janey’s hands caressed my back and ran through my hair lovingly as I partook of her body. Her deep, regular breathing and ever so slight flush were all the signs I needed to know that Janey was enjoying this every bit as much as I.
I kissed her stomach as I headed south. Then her waist. Janey definitely anticipated where all this was heading, and she parted her legs for me as I maneuvered between them. Such a beautiful sight to behold. Janey’s scent was intoxicating. I briefly kissed her outer lips to complete the pattern, then gently parted them.
The world exploded in brilliant scarlet pink. Janey ohhed with anticipation as her hands rubbed my shoulders and back. I let my tongue partake of her as I ran it teasingly inside her outer lips. The taste of her anticipatory wetness was the sweetest nectar. Playfully, I lightly sucked her soft fleshly inner lips, then let my tongue roam freely around them, making a slow spiraling circle to her vagina.
When Janey’s hips began to rise to my gentle tongue fucking, I let my attentions wander upward. Janey’s clitoris, by now, was fully extended to greet me. I let my tongue play around it, just briefly, but Janey had long since passed the point of appreciating anticipation, and with unrestrained eagerness I sucked the beautiful bud between my lips.
Her fingers stiffened and dug into my back.
Her hips rose and fell with increasing fervor as I ground my lips against her.
She moved, I followed, never once loosing my grip.
"Don’t stop!" Janey cried. Like the thought would ever enter my mind.
"Don’t ever stop!" Janey cried again, as her hands pulled my head into her, her orgasm shaking her like a leaf in a hard gale.
One definite orgasm, either that, or she was a better faker than Meg Ryan. The show and blow job in the car merited at least two, maybe three. I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop, any more than Janey.
"I love the way you taste." I said softly as I slid up next to her.
"Hmmm. I love the way you taste me." Janey cooed as she ran a finger along my arms.
"But what about my poor Sandman?" Janey pouted as she wrapped her hand around my penis.
"Your poor sandman has had more than his fair share of fun twice today," I teased.
Janey squeezed lightly, "and all ready for a third, I feel."
"It’s your call."
"Tails." Janey grinned. "We both win."
Under the warm Texas sun, Janey and I made love.
There is nothing quite so satisfying in this life as sleeping next to a soft, naked woman. Nor, for that matter, anything quite as wonderful as waking up to find your morning hardon buried in the soft, moist pussy of the woman you are sleeping with.
"You’re awake." Janey grinned at me.
"Am I?" I asked playfully.
"A certain part of you has been awake for quite some time," Janey said, pointedly.
"How wonderful for you."
"Truer than you know, lover," Janey said with a wickedly wicked smile. She shifted her weight and rolled me onto my back, rolling with me so that I remained inside her.
"It’s nice and all, but a girl likes a little action too," she said as she began to move.
Janey’s orgasm was almost immediate. Mine took a bit longer, as I made the transition from dream sex to real sex.
I’m sure Janey would be characteristically depreciatingly demure about her appearance that particular morning. But no sane man, waking to find a woman bobbing up and down on his morning woody, would dare find that woman anything other than the most attractive girl who ever walked the face of the earth. Beauty is waking up to find a warm girl wrapped around your cock.
And Janey continued to do all the hard stuff, raising and lowering herself while her petite tits bounced in front of me, her gorgeous eyes staring off in the distance with intense concentration as she followed the feelings our union was evoking within her.
What a wonderful world.
What a wonderful girl.
The climax didn’t move the earth, but it did move me.
A few minutes later, room service arrived with our breakfast -- Omelets, of course.
Janey and I kissed one final time at the airport terminal. A sad kiss, full of regrets and necessities. I studied her face keenly, trying to memorize every facet, to hold in my heart until we could meet again. As I walked away slowly, Janey began composing herself, ready to greet her husband as he stepped off the plane. I sat down a discreet distance away. It would be better if I left -- make a clean break. But I couldn’t. Parting with Janey was never sweet sorrow, just sorrow.
Bob stepped off the plane. He looked every bit the suburban history professor. They kissed briefly and then laughed at some unheard remark. Damn him anyway, I’ll just bet he doesn’t realize how lucky he really is. But as he put his arm around her as they walked down the concourse, and pulled her close, I thought maybe, just maybe I’d lose that bet.