True story. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent... ----------------------------- "Rinnggg.." "Hi, there sweetie." "How was your day?" "The ususal. Karen was a bitch, and things did not get done, but I am feeling happy. Want to come over?" "Sure. How could I turn down such an offer." "See you in a bit.." As I drive over, I run many different scenarios through my head. Hmm, I wonder if she has changed yet. If she has, oh well, her sweats are alot easier to get into. We can always get started on the couch like last time. Running my finger through her hair, her sucking on my fingers.. Yes that was good. Ok, first things first. As I approach the door, I look in the window and see that she has lit a bunch of candles. "Oh, she should be in a VERY good space", I think to myself.

I unlock the door, hear the CD playing her favorite music and my heart begins to race. This is the same scenario as our previous "interlude" and man, that was INCREDIBLE! My member starts to remember as well and beings to swell. Hold on, all in good time, all in good time. I close the door and I hear her voice call out from the kitchen, "Hi there my little stud".

"Howdy", I respond. "Love the music." "It's Friday, and I'm happy, happy, happy.

", Janet responds. I walk into the kitchen, and see her standing by the sink.

She is wearing an all white outfit. Her frizzy red hair flows over her jacket and multicolored scarf. Her jacket covers a silk white button-down blouse, that is trying to cover her lovely 38DD breasts oh my.

"This could be fun", I think to myself. Her skirt is a little below the knees, allowing her touchable white nylons to show and her stylish, yet practical white pumps.

"Man, you look like an angel.

" "Gee, thanks", she responds as she walks over to give me a hug. As she puts her arms around me, I get a face full of her hair.

I take a quick sniff and squeeze her, feeling her chest press up against mine. I try not to run my hands over her bra straps.

My body shakes at her touch, but I try to recover before she notices. I want her sooo bad, well, all in good time. We release and she goes back to the sink. I sit on a nearby stool and she asks how my day went. "Made a bunch of phone calls, sent out some resumes, you know, the usual. The job will come in due time.

I have to keep plugging along." "Yes, very true." As she is cutting the tomatoes, one of the slices falls, barely missing her skirt. "I really should go and change." "Yes, you should. Would you like some help?" Janet slowly turns to me: "You little shit.

" She puts down the knife, walks around the counter and up to me, puts her arms around me, turns her head sideways and slowly pushes her soft, wet tongue out from between her smooth as silk, red lips and touches mine. The sensation is electric. I quickly wrap my arms around her waist and drive my lips into hers. She slowly pulls away, stares deeply into my eyes, takes one of my hands and leads me to the staircase. As I follow behind like a little happy puppy, I gaze at her lovely VPLs Visible Panty Lines as she slowly walks up the staircase as they showcase her delicious soft place. We enter her bedroom, all of the candles lit. Janet walks me over to her bed and has me sit down.

She stares at me, with her deep brown eyes seemly on fire and says with her incredible phone sex voice, "It might help if you got undressed first." She kneels down in front of me and undoes my belt. "I see your friend really would like to get out.", she murmurs.

All I can do is take a deep breath. She then unzips me and pulls my pants off. She then runs her hands up and down my inner thighs, pushing very hard. All I can hear is her slow, deep breathing.

She then puts her hands on my hips and, like a mad dog, takes off my underwear, releasing me. My manhood springs up, already quite red and swollen. "Oh my. What a nice thingy you have.", Janet purrs suggestively, as she runs her finger over the top of my throbbing purple helmet and down to my balls. "I... think....

aaaaaa.. it is your turn.uuuummmm... now.

", I manage to get out. We both stand up and I slowly remove her jacket by running my hands slowly over her shoulders, tossing it onto the bed.

Janet again quickly sticks her tongue out like a snake and darts it over my lips, grinning like a cat, ready to pounce. I, in turn, run my hands around her waist and gently pull her blouse out from under her skirt.

I then diligently unbutton each button.

While doing so, I spread the blouse open, placing light kisses as I work my way down her chest. "Oh, I just looovvvve your lacy bra. Let me know if you need any, ah, help picking out some more sometime.

I would gladly be of service.

Maybe the Classic Corinne with a front closure or maybe the Adrienne line--" "I think..

mmmmm..someone has...

aaAAAaaa.. been studying... the Victoria's... ooooo...

Secret catalog a little....ohhhhh..too much." "Helps me... aaaaa... keep...

up....with.....women's fashion....

", I manage to say almost absentmindedly as I gently massage and squeeze her huge melons through the addicting satin fabric that holds her heaving chest. "I'm...

ummm...

glad you...aaaahhh...

like it...

ooooOOOOooo..

I will...

keep you...

in mind...

" Fascinated by how her bra can manage to hold it all in, I run my tongue gently all over it. Janet moans with delight, grabbing the back of my head.

I run my hands up along her straps.

She releases her grip on my head long enough for me to remove her blouse. I then take my fingers and run them underneath her straps, over her shoulders, around her back and underneath the underwire, delicately touching the underside of her delightfully suckable breasts. Janet continues to moan and then squeeze me tightly. "I take it you enjoyed that..

" "Mmmmmmm, yeessss." As I struggle to figure out how to remove it, Janet gets annoyed and reaches around and unhooks herself. With that, her bra slides down a little, allowing me a bit more access. I take both hands and place them inside the fabric, right underneath each one and gently squeeze.

Touching her bare mounds of milk is like...like magic.

To caress them and hear her wimper and moan is intoxicating. She then drops her arms enough to remove her bra and drops it on the floor, returning her arms around my neck. With that accomplished, I slide my hands down to her soft place. As I get my hands down close to the bottom, I spread my hands apart and grab each butt cheek, slowly pulling them back and forth. I hear Janet gasp and give me a giant bear hug that lasts for a few seconds. I run my hands back up to the top of her skirt and take a finger from each hand and diligently run them around her waist. When I reach the back, I find the zipper, I undo the button and slowly pull it down. With that, Janet shakes her body a little and the skirt falls to the ground.

She steps out of it and slides it across the floor, out of the way, with a flick of her foot. She kneels down in front of me and undoes my belt. "I see your friend is really ... happy to see me.", she murmurs. All I can do is take a deep breath.

She then unzips me and pulls my pants off. She then runs her hands up and down my inner thighs, pushing very hard. All I can hear is her slow, deep breathing. She then puts her hands on my hips and, like a mad dog, takes off my underwear, releasing me. My manhood springs up, already quite red and swollen. "Oh my. What a nice length you have.", Janet purrs suggestively, as she runs her finger over the top of my throbbing purple helmet and down to my balls. "I... think....aaaaaa. it is your turn..uuuummmm... now.

", I manage to get out.

We both stand up and I slowly remove her jacket by running my hands slowly over her shoulders, tossing it onto the bed. Janet again quickly sticks her tongue out like a snake and darts it over my lips, grinning like a cat, ready to pounce. I, in turn, run my hands around her waist and gently pull her blouse out from under her skirt. I then diligently unbutton each button. While doing so, I spread the blouse open, placing light kisses as I work my way down her chest. "Oh, I just looovvvve your lacy bra. Let me know if you need any, ah, help picking out some more sometime. I would gladly be of service.

Maybe the Classic Corinne with a front closure or maybe the Adrienne line--" "I think..

mmmmm..

someone has...aaAAAaaa.. been studying... the Victoria's Secret catalog a little....ohhhhh...

too much.." "Helps me.. aaaaa.. keep...

up....

with........

women's fashion....", I manage to say almost absentmindedly as I gently massage and squeeze her huge melons through the addicting satin fabric that holds her heaving chest. "I'm...

ummm... glad you...

aaaahhh...like it...

ooooOOOOooo..

I will.. keep you...

in mind..." Fascinated by how her bra can manage to hold it all in, I run my tongue gently all over it. Janet moans with delight, grabbing the back of my head. I run my hands up along her straps. She releases her grip on my head long enough for me to remove her blouse. I then take my fingers and run them underneath her straps, over her shoulders, around her back and underneath the underwire, delicately touching the underside of her delightfully suckable breasts. Janet continues to moan and then squeeze me tightly. "I take it you enjoyed that..

" "Mmmmmmm, yeessss." As I struggle to figure out how to remove it, Janet gets annoyed and reaches around and unhooks herself. With that, her bra slides down a little, allowing me a bit more access. I take both hands and place them inside the fabric, right underneath each one and gently squeeze. Touching her bare mounds of milk is like...like magic. To caress them and hear her wimper and moan is intoxicating. She then drops her arms enough to remove her bra and drops it on the floor, returning her arms around my neck.

With that accomplished, I slide my hands down to her soft place. As I get my hands down close to the bottom, I spread my hands apart and grab each butt cheek, slowly pulling them back and forth. I hear Janet gasp and give me a giant bear hug that lasts for a few seconds. I run my hands back up to the top of her skirt and take a finger from each hand and diligently run them around her waist. When I reach the back, I find the zipper, I undo the button and slowly pull it down. With that, Janet shakes her body a little and the skirt falls to the ground.

She steps out of it and slides it across the floor, out of the way, with a flick of her foot.

"Umm, I can taste me on you. Lovely.

", she purrs suggestively. Then, with all the furry of a wild animal, she wraps her arms around my head, driving her tongue into my mouth, pressing her body tightly against mine. While initially shocked by the attack, I am turned on IMMENSELY. Her grunts and groans almost seem surreal.

She thrusts her body between my legs, hoping to rub her inflamed, engorged soft edges against my marble-like manhood. Janet whimpers as she frantically tries to correctly place herself on top of me. In the mean time, I am running my hands all over her soft, warm body and grabbing her shapely soft place, kneading it as if was bread dough. With a free hand, she reaches down between us, grabs my thingy and places it directly on the outer edge of her burning love box and purrs like a kitten, desperately wanting to have my inflamed member deep inside her. While looking directly into my eyes, she takes a deep breath and slowly lowers herself down on me. As she does so, I feel my love tool being increasingly surrounded by soft, moist, warm wetness and my body shakes from the extreme pleasure. After she gets all of my thick, raging manhood inside of her, she lets out a deep breath and give me a strong moist softness squeeze.

"How do you like that, sweetie?", she whispers into my ear, sucking on my earlob. I respond by grabbing the sides of her ribs and pulling her heaving breasts to my face. Janet braces herself and I grab one of her breasts and slowly run my tongue in circles on it.

I find her nipple is standing at attention and I latch on, sucking with all my might, while she methodically bounces on my red-hot thingy. I switch to her other breast, while still gently squeezing and fondling the other. After a few moments, I feel Janet clamp down on my throbbing thingy like a vise, throwing her head back in a fit of passion, moaning every so deeply. "OH...

MY..GOD...

You..

are..INCREDIBLE..

", I pant. "And you have not even cum yet, my sweet." With that, she pulled her legs underneath her self, and started riding my thingy like a bucking bronco. At first, she would slowly rise up, almost completely withdrawing and then shove herself back down on me, but soon Janet was bouncing up and down frantically like a banshee, screaming and moaning, her breasts and hair flying all over. I reached up and grabbed her amble breasts, her nipples feeling like pencil erasers. She quickly placed her hands on top of mine, and gently squeezed.

I know a sign when I get one and started kneading her breasts, slowly at first.

As she bucked, she would throw her head back, let out a deep moan and then stare at me, burning warmths through my head. I could feel my balls starting to boil, so I knew the time was near and so could she. I grabbed Janet with both arms and squeezed with all my might. One final pelvic thrust and I erupted, filling her pulsating play warmth with my greyish-white delight. She screamed, and let loose one final softness squeeze and the fireworks were intense.

She collapsed on top of me, her hair covering my face. I could feel her warm breath as she lay on my chest. Our hands found each other and quickly interlocked. "You... were......... wonderful.", I whispered softly into her ear.

"You were.... not to bad.... yourself.

", she responded, placing little kisses on my sweaty chest. After a short time, she lifts herself off my shrunken rod. You could almost see the steam rising from our bodies. She looks down at my deflated member and says in a sad tone, "Oh, he looks very tired...

" "Give him time. He will recover. In the meantime, I think we can find things to keep us busy.

" I take a finger and slowly run it down her neck and her chest. I gently cup my hand between her legs, palming her wet crotch and slowly run my index finger up and down her glorious personal place. "Yes, I think we can..."