0 comments/ 25973 views/ 0 favorites Measuring Up By: Justins Jezebel Sighing quietly to myself, I slip the key into the lock of the up-scale designer studio I work at. Not exactly the place I want to be at 6:45 on a Saturday morning. I roll my eyes as I catch sight of the sign hanging above the door: "Lorretta Keaton, Wardrobe Designer." It should say "Lorretta Keaton, Haven't Had a Fresh Design Idea of My Own in Years." I snicker at the thought of that as I make my way into the large front room of the shop. Turning on the lights and going behind the receptionist desk, I start a fresh pot of coffee, knowing that Lorretta will whisk through the door any moment. Saturdays are usually a day off for me, but she gave me Wednesday off unexpectedly and told me to be at the shop bright and early Saturday. There would be a group of five gentlemen coming in for measurements and fittings. Their total order was projected to be in the tens of thousands of dollars. Still in shock over that, I'm anxious to see who would spend that kind of money on clothes. In breezes Lorretta in a gaudy outfit of her own design. I try to hide my amazement at her tackiness as she starts bellowing about how busy we're going to be today. "So, Lorretta," I finally manage to get a word in, "You still haven't explained all the secrecy. . . exactly who will we be working with today?" She spins around on one heel, "Oh, yes . . I forgot I hadn't told you yet. Had to keep it completely under wraps. Wouldn't do to have the town’s lot of teeny-boppers swarming at the doorsteps if it had gotten out. Are you familiar with *Nsync?" I now understand and can sympathize with people who say they've had the wind knocked out of them. Standing there, my fingertips went arctic cold and my breath quit coming. I stumbled backward until the backs of my legs touched a bench and I ungracefully sat down hard. "Y-y-you can't mean that J-justin will be here today!" I managed to wheeze out, taking a deep gulp of air. She peered at me above the rim of her glasses. "Mr. Timberlake? Yes, he'll be here. Is that a problem? If it is, I can always call Michelle in to assist with this order and you can go home. Just realize how much of a commission you'll be missing out on." I stared silently at the floor for a moment, before realizing that I was holding my breath. "No! No, I can do it. It's just that it was a shock. I'm over it now, I'm fine." I lied. A thousand thoughts swirled in my head (How could she do this to me? I would have worn something better had I known!) "Good." She said, "Then you ought to go into your office and set up. There's a list of measurements you should take on each one of the gentlemen I send in. I'll take three of them, you can take two. They should arrive within the hour. Make sure you keep your composure and act like a professional." I clenched my jaw shut before I could bite out a sharp remark as I turned and stepped into my office. Glancing in the full length mirror, I surveyed my appearance. Not too bad, I suppose, although my face was still a bit pale from the shock. I applied some powder and a touch of blusher, very faint pink lip gloss and a tiny bit of mascara. Just enough to enhance my silvery blue eyes. I released my auburn locks from the hair scrunchie I had hastily put in after blow-drying this morning. I quickly but efficiently put it into a french braid, falling halfway down my back. I smoothed out my grey linen skirt, making sure my white blouse was tucked in and checking my black hose for any visible runs. Smiling gratefully to myself for not being too much of a slob this morning, I go over to my workstation. I hear a soft knock at the door, and I turn just in time to see Chris Kirkpactrick poke his head in. Smiling, I walk over to him and introduce myself. “Bekka is an unusual name...short for Rebekka?” he asks. “No, just plain old Bekka.” I answer, glad that Lorretta sent Chris in and not Justin. We have an easy conversation about his clothing line and the up-coming tour and stuff. He’s surprisingly easy to talk to. Not as tall as I thought he’d be. “So I guess you need me to strip down to my underwear then?” He laughs. I smile and say “I can see you’ve been through this all before.” Rolling his eyes, he laughs and says “Yeah, you’d figure the last designer could pass our measurements on to the new ones. It’s not like any of us have sprouted up a foot or anything since our last tour." "Well, I’m sure that Lorretta wouldn’t take anybody else's word for it. If it’s going to have her name on the label, she’s got to know it’s going to be perfect.” He peeks at me over the divider as he undresses and says, “Bet it’s not much fun working for such a perfectionist." "On the contrary,” I answer, “I love my work, I just wish I got more credit for my designs, and that her name didn’t go on most of my stuff.” He nods and tells me that he understands that very well. He steps out from behind the divider and I go to work, taking his measurements as he extends his arms and straightens his legs, as if he’s done this a thousand times. He shakes my hand as he leaves, telling me he’s looking forward to seeing my designs in a few weeks. Typing his measurements into the computer at my desk, I’m off in my own little world when I feel a presence just behind me and to my left. I stop typing and turn around, looking up into the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. There’s that feeling again . . .I can’t catch my breath and my hands are like ice. “Mr. Timberlake, I . . .I wasn’t expecting you . . .” He steps back, allowing me to stand. “Justin,” he says. “Huh?” Is my breathless reply. He says, “Justin . . you can call me Justin." "Oh . . .okay. I’m Bekka. . . Bekka Blake. You can just call me Bekka though.” He smiles. “I know, Chris told me.” God I feel like I’m babbling. He looks over the designs plastered to my walls and my desk and asks, “Is all this stuff yours?" "Yeah, all of it. Even the ugly stuff.” He chuckles at that, the short sound reverberating in the room. He strips his shirt off over his head and I’m mesmerized by the deep tan of his muscular back. I can’t believe he’s actually undressing in front of me! I mean, sure, I’m going to see him in his underwear at some point during the measurement process, but most of the time the clients undress out of sight. There’s something infinitely more intimate about watching them undress. I hear the tiny sound of his top button on his jeans coming undone, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper. His back is still to me as he checks out my designs. I watch the flex of his back muscles as he bends to lower his jeans. Oh, Sweet Jesus! Boxer briefs! And white ones at that. Has there ever been a more perfect man? Not to my knowledge. Trying to look as nonchalant as possible, I lean my hip against my desk and cross my arms over my chest. He turns to me and walks to the raised platform and stands on it. I walk towards him, as I get right to him, I realize I forgot my notepad and measuring tape back at the workstation. Dammit! I curse myself as I walk back and get what I need. I detect a slight smirk on his face as I think he realizes the effect he’s having on me. I begin measuring him, starting at his arms. I snugly wrap the tape around his chest, telling him to inhale as deep as he can. “You smell nice,” He says, catching me off guard with his beautiful voice and his comment. “Umm . .thanks,” I stutter, chancing a look at his face. His blue eyes look into mine. He seems slightly amused, then I realize that I’ve still got the tape wrapped around his chest. “Sorry,” I mutter, writing down the information. I measure his waist and his hips. Then along the outside of his leg, from the hip to the ankle. I love the contrast of his white socks and his caramel tanned skin. Stooping down to measure his inseam, from the ankle to the inside of the top of the leg, I stretch the tape out and the back of my upper hand brushes against the warm bulge in the front of his boxers. I swallow hard and risk another glance at him. His eyebrows are raised and he looks as if he’s trying not to laugh. With shaky hands, I release the tape and record the measurement. I start to rise to my feet as he stops me. “Wait. You forgot the other leg,” He smiles and extends his left leg. “What? Oh. I guess I did,” I say as I again stretch the tape from his ankle upwards, being careful this time not to touch him. He, like Chris, has to have been through the measurement process countless times. He has to know that there is no need to measure both inseams. He must be toying with me. From my vantage point below him, I raise my eyes to his. He’s got his arms crossed over his chest, not even trying to hide his smirk as he looks down at me. I smile back at him, laughing to myself at his craziness. He laughs out loud as he hops down off the platform. “Are we done here? Or would you like to measure anything else?” He asks, with a grin on his face. “Uhhh . . .no, I think I have everything I need.” I say, getting to my feet, collecting my tape and note pad. He starts re-dressing and I take a seat at my desk, turning my chair around to watch him. “He’s got the most perfect legs, just the right amount of hair on them,” I think to myself as I watch them disappear into his jeans. He finishes dressing then walks towards me, tucking his shirt in and zipping his jeans. “Any design ideas for our tour wardrobe yet?” He asks, leaning against the desk. “Yes, thousands of them actually, I just have to get them approved by Lorretta before I can order the materials.” He watches over my shoulder for several minutes, holding light conversation as I input his measurements into the design program. I can feel the heat from his body as he leans closer and points at the screen, asking a question. He reaches above my head and pushes the Play button on my CD player. The first *Nsync CD begins playing. “A fan?” he asks. “Yeah. Since the first time I took this CD off the shelf at Target.” I answer, turning around to face him again. “I’m surprised at that,” he says, “I had you figured for a hard rock fan.” I look questioningly at him. He bursts out laughing as tugs at the french braid running down my back. “You should wear your hair down, this looks really snobbish.” He grins. I start to open my mouth to give him my opinion, but he stops me. “Don’t look so offended!” He laughs, his masculine voice filling the room. There’s a knock on the door and Chris peeks his head back in, “You ready yet, Curly?" "Yep, on my way out now.” He says. Chris closes the door and Justin asks when they’re scheduled to come review the designs. I quickly ruffle through my calendar and see that Lorretta has written them in on the 23rd. “A little over three weeks from now,” I tell him. Was that disappointment I saw flicker across his features? “Until then,” he says, holding out his hand. I put my shaky hand in his and he pulls me out of my chair into a hug. I’m momentarily taken off guard and I just allow him to hold me. I finally make my arms work and I hug him back. He leans back and gives me a quick peck on the lips and then he releases me. “See ya ‘round.” He says, walking away from me. After he closes the door behind him, I sit back down and my fingers go to my lips. “Did he really just kiss me?" "No way, had to have been your imagination.” My mind answers itself back. The next three weeks are a whirlwind of work. I’m at the shop from dawn till dusk at least six days a week, drawing up designs. I don’t mind the hard work and long hours, this is the type of job I have dreamed of. I silently thank Lorretta and her high-society connections for bringing this job to me, even though I know that when the work is all done, the labels will all say “A Keaton Original.” It’s a bitter pill to swallow sometimes, but right now, I’m satisfied to just be earning a good reputation. I’ve got a few different outfits sewn already, all set for the fittings. I know they’ll probably need to be altered, but I’m not upset about that. It gives me a few more excuses to be near Justin. I can’t seem to keep my mind off of him since our measurement session. “Oh, Bekka . . .you’re never going to get anything done at this rate.” I say to myself, after having caught myself daydreaming about the hug. I recall every detail about it, how his strong arms felt when they pulled me to him, the feel of his chest against my cheek, the provocative smell of his cologne, the way his back muscles felt under my hands. I still wasn’t sure if the kiss had even happened, but I wasn’t willing to allow myself to dwell upon that. “Bekka!” I jump as Lorretta’s gravelly voice startles me out of my reverie. “How are the outfits coming about?” she asks. “I’ve got the majority of them drawn out, waiting for their approval, and I have three outfits each sewn, just waiting for the final fittings.” I answer her. “Good. Good. They’ll be here in a few minutes to go over the last of the designs and to try on the outfits we’ve already got sewn.” “But it’s only the 21st!” I say. “Yes, it is, is there a problem? Are you not as ready as you said you were?” “Ummm, no . . .I’m ready for them. I just wasn’t expecting them today.” “Well, get your workstation tidied up, we’ll do this the same as the measurements, I’ll take Mr. Bass, Mr. Fatone and Mr. Chasez, you can take Mr. Timberlake and Mr. Kirkpatrick.” “Okay.” I answer her. I rush to the mirror as soon as the door shuts. “Well, at least I’m not as pale as last time.” I say as I apply the powder to my face. I had already put on my mascara, but I reapplied my lipstick, a nice shade of plum that matches my sweater, and put just a touch of blusher on my cheeks. My black skirt could have been a little longer, but it would have to do. I decide to leave my hair in the french braid that I put it in this morning because it’s so much easier to work without having to swipe my hair out of my eyes every ten seconds. I go to the desk and arrange my designs in a neat stack and make sure that I have everything I need. I’m sitting at the computer once again, when Chris knocks softly and comes in. “Hey, Bekka!” He smiles and seems genuinely glad to see me again. “Hi, Chris. Here’s the designs, if you want to take a look through them.” He takes a seat on the other side of my desk and starts flipping through the posterboard squares with my designs on them. He gets almost halfway through with them and says “I love all this stuff, it’s going to be hard to choose. I really like this one, but does it have to be light blue?" "Uhh, no . .that outfit is supposed to be a different color for each one of you." "Oh, you just drew up Justin’s outfit.” He says, looking amused. I stutter, “Well, uhh, yeah . . . I mean, I like that color too." "Hmm . . .okay.” He says, turning his attention back to the designs. After he gets finished looking through them, he marks off his favorite choices. “All right then, if you’ll just get ready we can do the fittings on the three outfits we’ve got ready,” I say as he goes behind the divider. He comes out wearing the first one and steps up onto the platform. The size is almost perfect, it just needs a few minor adjustments which I mark off with straight pins. The second and third ones are almost perfect too. I re-hang the outfits as Chris gets dressed. As he’s leaving he smiles and says “See ya in a couple weeks!” I’m going through the rack of outfits, searching for the three I need to have Justin try on when he says from directly behind me, “Oooh, I like that one!” I’m smiling as I turn to face him. “That’s not yours, it’s Elton John’s.” He busts out laughing at that and says, “Thank God, it’s really tacky!” I laugh at him as we walk over to the desk. I take my seat behind the desk and he drags his chair over so he’s sitting right next to me. I begin flipping through the designs and he’s approving of every one. “Wait!” he says, “Is that one for Elton too?" "No,” I answer. “Well it should be!” He howls with laughter as I mark that one off the list. We finish going through the designs and he likes the majority of them, making suggestions on a few others. He’s got some great ideas of his own, I realize, taking down notes. “Well, are you ready for the fittings?” I ask, standing up. “Yep,” he answers, stripping his shirt off over his head again. Just at that moment, the fire alarms in the building start going off. “What’s that?” he asks. “Fire alarms. Do you smell smoke?” He lifts his head, sniffing the air. “Yeah, I think I do!" "I thought I did too,” I say, as I quickly gather my portfolios and the clothing rack. Thank God it has wheels as I pull it out of my office down the hall to the front area. Everyone else has moved out into the street. We hear sirens in the distance as Lorretta asks me if I got all the designs and clothing out of the building. “Yes, right here,” I say, gesturing towards the rack and my designs. “Did you finish the fittings?" "No, I got Chris all done, but I was just starting with Justin.” She says, “Very well, we can continue this later. Take the outfits you need to have Mr. Timberlake fitted for and put them in your car. The rest of this stuff, I’ll have put in storage until we can get back into the shop.” She takes a pen and notepad from her purse and begins scribbling something. “Here, Mr. Timberlake. This is Bekka’s address. You can go to her apartment for the fittings when you have time.” Justin takes the paper and stuffs it into his jeans pocket. I’m still stunned that she would give away my address like that. “Only if it’s all right with Bekka,” Justin says. Lorretta turns to face me and I feel like a small child. “Uhh, yeah, why wouldn’t it be all right with me?” I laugh nervously. “Okay then, I’ll be by around 7 o’clock if that’s all right.” I’m getting that feeling again, the one where I can’t breathe. “Yep, fine with me,” I say with a smile. On the drive home, I still can’t believe that she would give out my address without my permission. “Oh, stop it! It’s not like you wouldn’t have given him the address yourself!” I tell myself. True. Very true. I’m dashing around the apartment, picking up my room mate’s Cosmo magazines and straightening up. I bribed her out of the apartment, making her promise not to come home until I called her. I’ll have to do dishes and laundry for a month to keep up my half of the bargain. Oh, well. I can’t have her hanging around. Besides, she’d freak out if she knew I had been working with *Nsync. I had intended to tell her when the job was done. Loading the last plate into the dishwasher, I turn it on just as I hear the buzzer. I go over and answer it, “Yes?" "I have arrived, feel free to bow down and worship at your leisure,” I hear Justin say in his beautiful voice. Laughing, I answer, “Come on up . . .third floor, second door to the right as you come off the elevator." "Okay.” I go and open the door and I can see the elevator light rising. The doors open and he steps out, smiling. “Hey!” He says, breezing past me into my apartment. I close the door behind him and follow him into the living room. He takes his jacket off and lays it across the back of the sofa. “You wanna coke?” I ask him. “Sure.” He answers, looking at the pictures on my walls. “This your family?” He asks. “Well, mine and my room mates.” I answer. He looks around the apartment. “She’s not here.” I say, before he can ask. “Oh. Good.” He says. I bring the outfits from my bedroom and he starts undressing. “We can use the coffee table as the platform,” I say, watching him undress. I could do this all day, everyday. He’s got a sexy way of taking down his jeans. I can’t get enough of watching him. I hand him the first outfit and he pulls it on, stepping up onto the table. He raises and lowers his arms, testing the fit of the shirt. “The shirt fits perfectly, but the pants are too loose.” He tells me. “Yeah, I can see that.” I say. I take a few straight pins from the box and put them in the fabric at the right places, marking the fit. He steps down and takes that outfit off and tries on the next one. “This one is good,” he says. “Yeah, that one’s all right.” I agree with him as he steps down. I hand him the third outfit. As he’s putting it on, I’m rehanging the first two. “This one is way off,” he says. “ I turn around and he’s right. The shirt is too tight, and the pants are too loose. Way too loose, I notice as I step up to him to begin marking the shirt. I take my marking pen and make marks all along his sleeves, his back and his ribs. His body feels so warm through the thin material. I can feel his back muscles ripple every time he moves. “Okay, you can take the shirt off now.” I tell him. He removes it carefully, making sure he doesn’t smudge any of my markings. Now I focus on his pants. I pull the fabric together across his hips where it’s too loose. Measuring Up April had been a teacher at her old high school for almost five years now, and at 35, she felt she was doing all right for herself. She kept her body in decent shape, although she did realize that she had put on just a few pounds since she was on the other side of the desk. Her usual attire consisted of slacks, a blouse that snuggly showed off her 36D breasts, and a blazer, which was usually taken off by the end of the day. Her long rich red hair alternated between being pulled back, and framing her thin face. She taught most of the various English classes for the senior class, and although she didn't even try, April found herself under the lustful eye of many of her male students, and even a few of the female ones. April knew that she could never do anything to indulge or encourage their behavior, which made her incredibly horny sometimes. Two months, she found a letter from an anonymous writer in her desk that torridly described how they would like to have her. From the writing style, she guessed it was from one of her more talented students. Although she should have reported it to the school, she instead took it home and franticly masturbated the entire weekend, thinking about which student it might be. It was early May, and April was wearing a thin floral skirt and a long sleeve, matching blouse. Her thong had been rubbing her the right way all afternoon, and she was counting the hours before she got home. She looked down at her watch. It was 5:30. She had to hurry over to the school auditorium to help take measurements for the school play. Most of the actors and actresses were students of hers, and she felt a little uncomfortable measuring them. But her best friend Bernadette was directing, and she couldn't turn her down. When she arrived, April was lead to the small maze of back rooms, where all the prep work took place for the shows. All the books for recording the measurements and which costumes would be needed were laid out, along with the measuring tape. "Thank you so much for helping me, April," Bernadette said. "Its quite okay. But just remember, you owe me one," April replied. After a moment she added, "send them in whenever they're read," "We're going over specific scenes, so the flow of students should be steady. I'll talk to you later," Bernadette said, as she walked out of the room. Soon, one 18-year-old after another came into the room. She measured as best she could, with her limited knowledge from her seamstress work in college. Her hands lightly ran over one student after another, both male and female. Although they tried to resist, she could tell that most of the male students were starting to harden when she did their crotch. Some of the female students' breath quickened when she measured their breasts. April hadn't touched this many people since she became a willing participant in the drunken orgy the house she lived in during college had. The next student that came in was Jason. He was a handsome teen, with a wiry body. He was an excellent writer, and April knew it was only a matter of time before she saw his name in print. "Hello, Jason," April said, "Ready for your measurements?" "Ready, willing, and able, Miss Cunningham" Jason calmly said. Was he flirting with me? April thought. April went through the standard measurements, and was soon kneeling down as she measured his inseam. She could hear his breath getting a little shallow. But when he spoke, April's own breath completely stopped. "You are wearing a tight pair of black pants and that light green shirt you like so much," Jason said. This was the first sentence, word for word, from the mysterious letter she had received. Now it was her turn to try and keep her hormones from overtaking her. But it was too late. The combination of the thong riding up her crotch and the faint aroma of cock drifting from his pants was too much. She stood up, and prepared to confront her 'Mr. X'. "You wrote that letter?" She said, pretending to be shocked. The truth was she had almost guessed it was Jason before, and desperately wanted it to be. "Yes... I did," Jason's words caught in his throat. "I've wanted to confess since the day I slipped it into your desk." April's nipples stiffened beneath her satin bra. She knew she could be fired, for what was about to happen, but she hoped it would stay within these walls. April leaned in to his ear and whispered, "I masturbated all weekend reading that letter. And now, I can't stop my pussy from getting all wet thinking about it now. She paused for a moment, and then made the offer, "Jason, go shut the door." Jason did as he was told, and when he turned around, April had unbuttoned her blouse. "Oh my god, Miss Cunningham!" "Jason, you're about to have sex with me. Call me April," she cooed. April reached up and unfastened the front of her bra. The cups fell aside, as her breasts spilled out. Without a word, the two embraced, and began awkwardly making out. Jason's inexperienced hands groped her tits, and rubbed her nipples. He was a little rough, but April was so horny, she didn't say anything. She reached down to his crotch, and began stroking his cock through his pants. It was a bit small, but April needed sex so bad, she knew it would still feel great inside her. "We have to be quick. We can not get caught," April warned. Jason's hands were still feeling her breasts, as she undid his pants, and pulled his cock out through his boxers. April hiked up her skirt and quickly pulled of her thong. With a smile, she grabbed Jason's pants, and shoved the thong into his pocket. With one motion, she turned around, pulled the skirt up over her waist, and bent over the table. "Please Jason, I need you inside me," April moaned. "I don't have a condom, and I don't want to get you pregnant," Jason whispered. At least the school had taught him well. "I can't have children, Jason", April said. It was a horrible lie, but she didn't want him to worry. "Oh," Jason said. April hoped she didn't scare him. Her fears subsided a moment later, as she felt his hard cock trying to slip into her open vagina. She reached behind her, and guided him in. Jason immediately began thrusting back and forth. April wondered if this was his first time. She repositioned her hand, and began to rub her sensitive clit. April knew Jason wouldn't last long, and she needed to have an orgasm before his finished. Her own expert fingers knew exactly what to do, and she was soon riding the waves of her self brought on orgasm. April spread her legs open more, as Jason continued to ravage her. He had an iron grip on her ass, and was trying his best to keep from grunting with each thrust. April reached back as far as she could, and began massaging his balls. "Oh god, April!" Jason said. Her name sounded so alien coming out of his mouth. "I'm going to cum!" "Push your dick all the way in, baby. I want to feel you cum inside me," April pleaded to him. Jason did as he was told, and the next moment, April felt Jason's cock pulsate, as her cavity filled up with his youthful cum. "Oh yes, fill me up, honey" April hummed, trying to sound as sexy as she could. Jason pumped several spurts into her. When he was done, he stayed inside her for a moment, before pulling out. April stood up a moment later, and wiped the last drip off of his tip. Jason pulled his pants up quickly, and zipped up. April fastened her bra up, and slowly buttoned her blouse. She wanted to give Jason one last gaze. "I think you should go now. The other students will probably wonder what's taking so long, if they haven't guessed already." April winked at him. Jason turned a deep red. April could feel his cum slowly dripping out of her. It smeared between her thighs as she finished getting herself proper again. Without a word, Jason walked toward the door. "Oh and Jason, two things. One, what just happened stays here and will never be mentioned again. Two, this will never happen again. Jason nodded, and left the room through the half-opened door. April looked at the door, puzzled. Hadn't he shut it all the way? April shrugged it off, and figured it has just opened naturally on the uneven hinges. She checked herself, making sure it wasn't too obvious she wasn't wearing panties. She wrote down Jason's final measurement, 5", and waited for the next student. Just down the hall, Bernadette was sitting on the toilet in the last stall of the women's room. Her pants and panties were bunched up around her ankles. Her legs were spread wide open, and both hands worked with a frenzy on her soaking pussy. In her mind, she replayed what she had seen as she opened the door to the room April was in. Through the crack, she had seen April bent over a table, rubbing her crotch as Jason plowed away at her from behind. Bernadette came for a third time, her juices splashing in the water beneath her. She rested for a moment, and then began once again on her clit and shaved pussy, which still ached for relief. Measuring Up My name is Alex. I am a forty-eight year old man, and I would like to tell you about a recent experience I had. I recently decided to join a health club. I'm in pretty good shape, but I had decided I wanted to firm up a little more. I had made my initial visit to the club I had decided on, and signed the contract, and now I was arriving for my first workout. Upon entering, I was asked by the woman behind the desk to sign in and she would be right with me. She was a very pretty blonde wearing some very tight exercise shorts and sports bra that was having a hard time containing her breast. After a few minutes she asked me to follow her. I followed her down a hallway where we entered a room occupied by only a scale and desk. "Hi," she said holding her hand out to me, "I'm Julie, and what we are going to do is take your measurements before turning you over to your trainer. We take the measurements to use as a starting point for your exercise program, and then we will follow-up monthly to track your progress. How does that sound?" "Sounds great," I replied. Julie took out a tape measure, and proceeded to take my measurements. Starting with my neck, she would measure and then record the number on a card that would be filed. She measured each bicep and forearm, and then told me she was going to measure my chest and abdomen. "Okay, I'm going to need you to remove your shirt to get an accurate measurement," she said. I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head, and put it on the desk. She then wrapped her arms around me and pulled the tape measure snug around my chest. Doing this brought her breasts up against my chest for a moment, and I felt my cock twitch from the contact. It worried me a little, because I never wear underwear, and was currently wearing a pair of sweat pants that would do nothing to conceal a hard on. Julie moved on to my abdomen. This contact was having was really having an effect on me, and I was becoming semi erect. She then moved down to measure my calves and asked me to pull my sweats up so she could get a good measurement. I did, and she wrote it down on the card. She then looked up at me past the forming bulge in my sweats. "I need to get a measurement of your thighs, and your waist," she said. "So, can you remove your sweats, and then we will be finished." I looked at her and smiled. "What is it," she asked. "Well," I said, "I don't wear underwear." Julie paused for a moment, and then said, "Well just slide them down; it will only take a minute to measure." "Okay," I said, and slide down my sweat to my ankles. The movement of the sweats over my cock and the fact that I was exposing myself to this very pretty woman made me cock grow hard, and it sprang up pretty quickly. Julie looked down and I could hear her catch her breath. She tried to remain professional, and wrapped the tape measure around my waist. My cock being eight inches in length was standing up right between us. She wrote down the number. The kneeling down in front of me she wrapped the tape measure around my right thigh. I looked down at her, and the sight made my cock start to twitch and throb. Julie then moved to my left thigh, and measured. As she recorded the number someone called her name. The door to the room which was only pushed to, and not all the way closed was pushed open, and a beautiful black woman walked in the room. "Julie," she said, and then stopped. "Oh my," she said, looking straight at my cock. "What is going on in here," she asked. "I had to get his thigh measurements," Julie said, "and well he doesn't wear underwear." The black woman walked up to me and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Tracy, welcome to our club." She looked at Julie, and asked, "did you get all the measurements?" "Yes," Julie answered. Tracy took the card from Julie, and read it. I was wondering how long they were going to let me stand nude in front of them. I let my eyes run over Tracy. She was wearing a bikini top which barely held her breasts. Her dark skin was very erotic, and her stomach was flat and I followed it down to her bikini bottoms. If I thought my cock was hard before, well it got even harder and tighter. Tracy noticed and smiled at me. She looked and Julie and asked, "aren't you the least bit curious about the measurement of that," and she pointed to my cock. Julie smiled. "Well, yes I was wondering. "Then let's find out." Tracy closed the door all the way, and then told Julie to go ahead. Julie took the tape measure and placed the end at the base of my cock and stretched it out the length of my cock. When she reached the head some precum got on her finger. She looked at Tracy, and said, "almost nine inches. "Umm," Tracy replied, "let me see," and she took the tape measure from Julie. She then ran the tape from the base again to the head, and confirmed Julie's results. Tracy put her hand on my chest, and ran it down over my abdomen, and did not stop there. Her hand landed on the base of my cock and she wrapped her fingers around it. "Do you like what you see," she asked me. "Yes," I replied, "but it is not quite fair that I am nude, and you are not. Tracy reached behind her back and untied her top. Her breasts were perfect, and her nipples were hard. She then untied the sides of her bottoms, and let them drop to the floor. Her pussy was smoothly shaven. She moved from in front of me and sat up on the desk and slowly spread her legs before me. Tracy then looked at Julie. "How about you," she asked. Julie reached back and removed her sports bra, and out came her breasts. Not quite as large as Tracy's but very firm. She slowly pushed down her shorts revealing she wore no underwear either. She had a little blonde patch just above her slit. I pulled her closer to us, and her hand gripped my cock, while her other hand ran up Tracy's thigh. I watched her hand until it reached Tracy's smooth pussy. Tracy moaned, and I could see her wetness begin to run down her ass. With her hand still around my cock, she pulled me between Tracy's legs and guided me inside of her wet pussy. I fell forward and began kissing Tracy, and running my hands all over her body, feeling her ass, and squeezing and sucking her breasts. Our rhythm picked up, and Julie and Tracy began kissing. This made me swell even more. Tracy felt and reached down and squeezed the base of my cock, and then she began to cum. As she regained herself, she pulled Julie up onto the desk, and pulled me out of her, and then guided me into Julie's wet pussy. Julie came almost immediately after a few strokes. I continued to fuck her, and she came again. I kissed and sucked her breast, and felt myself growing close. But, I wanted to cum in Tracy, so I pulled out and pulled Tracy to me. I turned her around and leaned her over the desk and slid in from behind. Julie was still on the desk, and Tracy pulled her to her, and buried her face in her pussy. What a beautiful sight. As I pumped Tracy, she licked Julie to another orgasm, and when she felt me swell again, she stood up and then kneeled down in front of me. Julie joined her, and the both sucked me. It didn't take long, and I came all over them. They tried to suck all my cum up, but they had brought so much put of me. They continued to suck until I they got it all out of me. We sat for a few minutes, and then began to get dressed. I was spent, and felt my exercise was done for the day. "Ladies," I said, "I believe I will have to make my first exercise day tomorrow. I am ready for the showers." They both laughed. "Anytime you want to exercise with me again, you let me know," Tracy said. "And make sure you call me," said Julie. Dressed now, they both left the room, and I headed home. You can imagine I look forward to all my visit to this health club. Measuring Up from Plymouth Conference We arrived at the Holiday Inn in Foxboro at 4:00PM, on Friday, I selected this hotel since it's in a corporate executive park and is frequented by traveling salesmen and executives. After a long day we decide to shower before dinner, you went first. We've needed this get away weekend for a long time, things at your job are stressful, and my business has been quite slow. You are so tired from work and stress sex is the last thing on your mind and with my business being so slow sex is all I think about. But that's why we are here! After you're shower you get dressed but you remark that I'm not getting ready, I say I will after the movie gets over (just part of my plan to add a little spice to our weekend). You are wearing the pink outfit, jacket and skirt, no blouse, you don't like it like that (usually you wear turtle necks) but you wore what I asked. The see thru bra that's to small gives you lots of cleavage. And I actually convinced you to wear the thigh-high nylons with, as you call them, your high heel hooker shoes. Finished off with the lace panties that are loose around the legs so that if I get the chance I might get a little feel while at dinner or another dinner guest might get a panty peak maybe even some bush. You're just about ready to start nagging me to get ready when I tell you how beautiful you look. The jacket gives a good peek at the cleavage from your 38D's yeah they sag a bit but after two children and 30 years of marriage they still get me going. The skirt hits just above you knee, about as short as I can get you to wear and you look hot. I suggest you go to the bar and wait for me I'll be right down, as always your shyness show and you say you'll wait here for me. You don't like sitting in bars alone besides the way I've dressed you, you think you look like a prostitute. I said we are here for a lover's weekend, if we meet in the bar, you know like strangers, it might be fun. You agree we could use some heat in the lovemaking department. So I set the scene, you go to the bar, don't sit at a table sit at the bar, and remember your not waiting for anyone. Don't keep looking around for me; if some one sends you a drink or comes over and starts to chat talk to them. Don't worry I be just 10 minutes, you know how quickly I get ready (not in the plan). Talk to whomever and enjoy yourself, remembers you're not waiting for your husband you just came down for a drink. You said you would be uncomfortable talking to some stranger, especially dressed as you are, I said I think it would add some spice to our love making tonight if you talked to some horny lonesome guy, maybe got him turned on, show him some leg, some cleavage. "Come on, it'll be hot", halfheartedly you agree. When I come down if your alone we'll play strangers, if you're with some one I'll just come over? "Please don't be long," you begged, looking like this I'm sure someone will think I'm a hooker. Good I guess I planned well! After you go, I rush to get ready, but before I go I lay out a few things on the side of the bed nearest the door so that you will notice them as soon as we return, first the negligee, it's the one that's too small, you hang out of it in all the right places. On top of it is the 10" rubber dick, my average 6" you tell me is enough but I see and feel your reaction when we are using "our rubber friend"! Of course the wine is chilling in the ice bucket. Lastly, because I know you won't knowingly let me video us making out, I set-up the video camera hidden under clothes on the bar and set it so that most of the room is in view, all I need to do is press the record button. The digital still camera is on the table near the chairs. I headed for the lobby and waited to see if you've attracted somebody, how could you not, you look so good in that outfit and there is always some horny salesman or traveling executive looking for a piece of ass in the bar at this kind of hotel, that's why I picked this one and you certainly look like a great piece of ass. You're sitting at the bar with a gentleman who looks to be about our age, you seem to be enjoying yourself, I notice the glow in your cheeks, and you must be on your second glass of wine. I also notice that you both seem to lean into each other when talking with the occasional touch of each other's arm or leg, just around the knee or a little higher but nothing outrageous. The voyeur in me keeps me from entering, I'll just observe for a while; your back is to me so I should be safe. After 30minutes I feel the time is right, you are on your third glass of wine you should be feeling a little less proper and you haven't looked for me once??? I walk in and sit next to you on the opposite side of your gentleman friend; I noticed your legs are spread quite a bit; I took you both by surprise. Once you gather your thoughts you introduce me to "Tim", as you slowly close your legs. You tell me you attended one of his meetings once and he is just in town for a conference. His hand was on your thigh when I sat down but he had since removed it. Your legs had been spread so that your knee could touch his and there is a little more cleavage than when you left our room, I'm sure the extra button being undone was an accident. Besides your old friend seems to be enjoying the show, it's obvious that he's looking down your jacket not that I blame him the view is wonderful. I had to pretend like I had no idea who he was and hope he didn't remember me from the Plymouth Conference. I order myself a drink and another round for you and Tim, he is quite cordial and we enjoy his company and even though I'm there he continues to ogle your tits and to touch your thigh when he speaks. I enjoy the attention he is lavishing on you, you seem to be enjoying his conversation and his touch. Is your breathing a little deeper? Your chest seems to be heaving a bit. I ask if he could join us for dinner but he had a late lunch and is not very hungry, so I suggest we skip dinner and just get some snacks here at the bar. You've had enough to drink and seem to be enjoying Tim so you go along with my proposition. Your legs are spread again and your skirt has risen somewhat with your knee touching his and when he touches your leg he not on the skirt anymore but on the stockings, didn't you notice or were you excited by his intimate touch? I order a round of chicken fingers; the snacks will serve as something light; but shouldn't absorb much of the wine in you. We talked for about another hour or two Tim is quite well traveled he has a family but is frequently on the road and misses his wife. Like us between his job and his wife's they seem unable to make time for each other, I read this to mean he's not getting what he wants either and probably accounts for why he can't keep his eyes off your breasts and legs. After our 5th or 6th round (3 for me) a small combo starts up with great slow oldies dance music, you give me the high sign but I beg off my back is bothering me (yeah, sure). I ask Tim if he would do me the honor of dancing with you, you look a little surprised at first but at my and his insistence you agree to just one dance. It turns into 3 dances all slow, just like you like it and I think you forgotten it's not me, I can see you dancing very close just like we do with our hips touching and a little grinding, with my leg between yours you'll rub your pussy on my thigh. It usually gives me a stiff dick and I know it makes you wet, I'm sure it's doing the same for Tim and by the third dance his hands have made their way down to your full cheeks and I can see he's pulling you into him and there's no resistance on your part. When you returned to the bar Tim excused himself to go to the men's room, I asked why is he here and how did he know we would be here. You said it was just coincidence he frequently does conferences at this hotel for the local corporations. I asked how the dancing went? "I can't believe it, I'm so hot I think my panties are wet, he was pulling me into him", "I noticed and he didn't go for a leak, he had a rather health wet spot on the front of his pants". "What are you thinking", you asked? I said I'd like to invite him up to the room for a nightcap, this has been so arousing, I don't want it to stop but it's you he's ogling and touching, it's not my call. You said, "I'm not sure I can handle much more of this; I haven't felt this horny since the Plymouth convention". "Knowing I made a him cum is just making me wetter and wetter, I need to have you in me now". "IF he comes back to the room what do you want me to do"? I said that's you decision, maybe you can dance with him some more or just dance for us. He was trying to get you to his room for a strip dance in Plymouth now maybe he'll get his strip tease? I'd just like the heat to continue a little longer, like you I'm dripping too. I'm just glad I have dark pants on; you touched me to check and felt my wet crotch and shivered! You're enjoying his touching and peeking aren't you? "Well yes, and that's why I undid the button on my jacket and allowed my skirt to ride up so high". OK then lets ask him up maybe he'll pass although I doubt it, if he comes to the room we'll just played it by ear. When Tim returned he held his jacket closed so the stain wouldn't be noticeable, when I asked him to join us in our room he was apprehensive but when you purred, "please", he said yes with a big grin! We make our way up stairs to our room, you had to go to the bathroom and went directly in to the bath, Tim and I continued into the room I know he noticed the goodies I had laid out, but doesn't say a word. I pour three more glasses of wine and while Tim is staring at the goodies on the bed I push the record button on the camera just incase there is something worth recording. I tuned the radio to a soft oldies rock station. We met you as you came out of the bathroom as I gave you your wine I blocked your view of the corner of the bed where the things are. Tim and I sat in the chairs at the foot of the bed; you sat on the bed right next to the dildo and negligee and never even saw them. From his angle I'm sure he has a good view up your skirt, I find myself hoping he can see your panties, the thought of another man seeing your sheer panties has me excited, does it excite you, you still haven't closed your legs? When you got up to refresh our drinks you started swaying to the music, you always danced very sexy; Tim and I can't keep our eyes off your undulating ass. You continued your dancing as you brought the bottle over to us. As you poured one hand held the bottle the other stroked the bottleneck, "Could you use some of this Tim", WOW that was just dripping with sex! I'm sure the wet spots in both our pants got a little larger. You were unbelievable, I'm sure we've never been to this level of excitement before with our clothes still on! You returned to your seat in front of him with your legs just a little further apart than before, if he can't see some of your hair he must be blind but he makes it no secret he's looking. After several sip of wine you still haven't noticed it but when you lean back on your hands and grab hold of "our rubber friend" you bring it in front of you to see what it is and you feigned embarrassment. I apologize to you and Tim and explained that I was just getting things ready for us when we returned to our room. I told Tim we have similar problems that he and his wife have, making time for each other, especially when it comes to sex and this was to be a love and lust weekend for us. I told him I had bought the dildo because I am average size and thought my wife would enjoy something a little bigger and although she won't admit it she explodes when I use it on her. You giggled and said you shouldn't tell him things like that, you are still holding the rubber dick. I asked Tim if he and his wife ever tried using toys, he was slow to respond but said he was a little bigger than average and never thought to try one. I said "if your uncomfortable we can just drop the subject, but what is a little bigger than average" although he hesitated, he's had 6 or 7 drinks at this point, he said probably 2-3" bigger than average, I said wait a minute, I'm about 6" are you telling me your 8 to 9", he said yes, his wife measured it several years ago and it was just over 9". I said I was a little doubtful, "you know how guys like to brag and we'll never see you again, so you could tell us anything". I'm telling you the truth, he said. "So what your saying is your dick is almost as big as our friend she's holding", you still held on to the dildo like it was glued to your hand. Tim said yes, at least it was several years ago, I said I couldn't believe him without proof, you said "don't make him uncomfortable, he doesn't have to prove anything", but I can tell by the lustful look in your eyes your dying to see his cock again. It took him a while but he finally picked up the gauntlet, he stood and dropped his pants. He slowly pulled his dick out of his underwear and it was very big, it was as big as mine when I'm hard as a rock, his was still soft. You noticeably gasped! I looked and lied "its no bigger than mine", he stated it grew another 2-3" when hard, I said then make it hard. While staring at your tits and legs he stroked it a few times pointing it at you and it grew but only an 1" or so. I asked you to hold the dildo near his dick just to see if it was at all close, you took a few seconds to understand what I said and then haltingly moved towards him pretending you had never seen his cock before. You placed it right next to his dick, so close it twitched as you brushed against him, I said it's a good 2-3" shorter than our rubber friend, there is no way it's 9", 6 maybe 7" at most. Tim said he needed some stimulation to really get it hard, so I asked "like what", he said he was a chest man and had been admiring your breasts, maybe if you showed him a little more it would help. I asked if you could undo a few buttons but you just stood there transfixed on his dick, I asked again a little louder and mechanically you undid two more buttons, I think you had forgotten to breathe. We could see the inside curve of your tits but it wasn't enough so I walked up behind you and undid the other buttons and pulled your jacket open, the sheer bra did nothing for support and covered even less. I thought I'd help and held them up for his inspection. Staring at them while stroking himself, he grew another inch, still not enough. I held up the negligee and said if she were in this would it help, through heavy breathing he said definitely. So I sent you into the bathroom to change, I was surprised when I didn't get an argument, either the wine had you or the memory of his big dick did, you were gone so long Tim shrunk back an inch, when you came out you swayed over to us. You looked like the goddess of sex, it was completely see-through and to small, your tits spilled out at the top and the sides and, unusual for you, your nipples were like bullets. At the bottom it fell across your pussy, you still had your panties on which were also sheer but your bush could be seen with a little strain, and strain Tim did, he also gained back the inch and a little more. I suggested you compare his dick to the dildo once more but this time you pushed a tit in to his arm and held his dick with one hand and the dildo with the other, it twitched again but didn't grow much. He suggested maybe if he could feel your tits it would help, without waiting for a reply he reached out and took a hand full of your familiar tits and began to massage your right tit then he work down to the nipple, which seem to get ever harder at his touch. He maybe picked up another ½" still not completely hard, I think he was trying to see how far he could go with you in front of me, it must have been a real struggle for him to keep it from getting completely hard. Pushing the limits once more, I suggested, as long as he was playing with your tits you could hold his dick some more, that's where you seem to sober up some and said in a deep breathy voice," but I shouldn't, should I". I whispered in your ear, "it would be exciting to see you holding his dick again". I reminded you of your last meeting with Tim in Plymouth, you only got to feel it through his pants, yeah right, here's your chance to feel it without anything between your hand and his cock, and we will have an exciting memory to share for a long time to come (not to mention a video). Dare I even consider a few still photos, would you agree, would Tim? This debate went on for a while, Tim shrunk back some but with pouty lips you softly said "yessssssss", you staggered me, I thought you would never agree to it. I knew you were intrigued with the idea of handling his big cock and in front of your husband. I wondered if would we be discussing this point if you two were alone, you seemed highly excited? I've often felt since Plymouth that you fantasized about his cock once when I was fucking you with the dildo, once you had moaned his name. Painstakingly slow you reach out for him, he was growing even before you touch his dick, your hand fit nicely around it, this gave him a new vigor with your tits and nipples. He pulled down the front of your negligee and put his left arm around your back and grabbed your left tit, his right hand went to your right tit, he kneaded and massaged them giving special attention to your nipples. At one point he bent and kissed your nipple and with no argument from you he licked it, when you bent your head back and moaned he took it as a go signal and vigorously sucked and chewed on your nipples. You seem to be in a trance, holding and fingering his thick dick, which had grown into a full 8 plus inch monster; I told you, you were a sex goddess. Tim continued to take his pleasures massaging one tit while sucking the other and then switching and switching back again. I could tell he was affecting you just by your breathing, then he slowly slid his hand down you stomach and began to rub you through your panties, your hips started grinding. I thought I saw a finger slip under the loose leg of your panties and when his hand returned to your tit, his finger was wet, he applied your cum to the nipple he was sucking and went back for more. You weren't being passive while he sucked, chewed and fingered you; your hand slid the length of his remarkable dick. You were both so busy with each other and the still camera is so quiet I was able to get several great shots of the two of you standing side-by-side masturbating each other. When his fingers returned to your panties you were moaning "OH YES, OOOH GOD, OH YESSSSS"! I was so awed and excited with sight before me, the two of you pleasuring each other I was dripping. I don't think at that moment you even knew I was there. Then you must have heard the last click, suddenly you came out of your fog straighten up and said it was time to recheck his "COCK", yes you use that word, I don't think I've ever heard you say "cock" and if you don't believe me it was probably picked up by the video. Keeping a tight grasp on his cock you pulled him to the bed to get the dildo, he had grown to an impressive 8 ¾", I said still not the 9" plus as he claimed. Tim said that the time they measured him his wife had been sucking him, he loves oral both giving and receiving and suggested with a little oral stimulation he's sure he would go over 9". I said that was a good plan, WOW did that ever snap you awake, you dropped him and the rubber dick and said come with me, we went to the bathroom and you said, "I know where you're going with this and I won't fuck him". "I'll play with and maybe kiss his cock some and if he must cum I'll give him a hand job but that's it, agree now or I call the whole thing off". This had already gone much further than I ever expected, I thought you would flash a little tit and panty in the bar and restaurant and we'd be back to the room for an evening of fucking, I quickly agreed and we returned to Tim, I explained the set up. He would do what ever you wanted and no more, he would respect the word "NO". While all was agreed he had gone back down in size but you took the problem in hand as you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him close and began a rhymed stroking of his firming flesh with one hand and fingering his balls with the other. Your hands look so small holding his "COCK" and balls. He grew rapidly when you started with soft kisses on the tip and an occasional lick and rubbing it on your tits, he was coming on strong. When he had some pre cum on the tip you smeared in all over the tip of his cock with a finger, you stared at the glistening head dreamily then licked it up. It worked like a drug on you no more kissing and licking you went to a full blow job, I didn't know you could get that much into your mouth, I was impressed but not to awed to forget pictures. Measuring Up My eyes are level with his stomach and I’m trying not to make it too obvious, the effect being this close to him is having on me. I glance upwards at him and I can tell I’m not being very successful. He’s got that smirk on his face again. I return my attention to the fit of the pants across his hips as I feel his hands in my hair. He’s undoing my braid! “Do you always wear your hair like this?” He asks. “No. Only when I work.” I answer him. He’s carefully undoing my braid, gently untwisting it strand by strand until it flows loosely down my back and around my face. “Looks much prettier this way,” he says. “Uhhm, thanks,” I say, gathering the fabric on the other side of his hip. I grab another straight pin and start pushing it through the fabric. “Ouch! You didn’t have to do that!” He laughs, rubbing his hip where I stuck him. “I’m so sorry, Justin!” I say, trying to hide my smile. “It really was an accident. If my hair hadn’t been in my face, I might have been able to see what I was doing!" "Oh, so it’s my fault you pricked me?” He asks, taking off the pants and stepping off the table directly in front of me. “Umm . . .well, yeah! I’ve never done that to anyone else, probably because I’ve always had my hair up.” I answer, backing up. “Well, I think you should kiss it and make it better!” He says, hands on his hips, pouting. “And I think you’re a lunatic!” I answer him, laughing. He takes the last step between us and pulls me into his arms. I know he’s going to kiss me, just by the look on his face. “I’ll settle for this then.” He says as his lips touch mine, softly. He pulls back and looks into my eyes, gauging my reaction. I lean forward and touch my lips to his, loving the warmth and the softness of them. He slowly starts to lick the corners of my mouth wanting me to open it. I slowly part my lips, tracing my tongue around the outline of his lips, tasting him as our tongues meet. My mind is spinning. “Oh my God! I’m kissing Justin Timberlake and he’s in nothing but his underwear!” I smile at the thought of that and he asks, “What’s so funny?” Grinning, I say, “Nothing’s funny. I just realized that I’m kissing the sexiest guy in the nation and he’s only wearing his boxer briefs.” He grins and says “You know what that means?" "That I’m very fortunate?” I answer. “No, it means you are WAY overdressed.” He laughs as his hands pull my burgundy sweater up over my breasts and off my arms. I laugh with him as I take his hand and walk the 15 or so feet to my bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed, I take off my shoes and my skirt and lie down next to him in my panties and bra. His hands are in my hair again as he kisses me. Our bodies are touching from head to toe and I’m amazed at the heat he’s putting off. He’s so warm. I run my hands over his back and his sides as we kiss. I feel his hands rubbing my back and then working on the clasp to my bra. He fumbles with it for a few seconds and then with a snap it unfastens. He rolls me onto my back as he lies beside me on the bed. He slowly slides the straps down over my shoulders and arms and throws the bra to the end of the bed. His hands are on my bare breasts now, rubbing his palms over my nipples. I can feel them harden at his touch. He lowers his head again, kissing my lips, working his way down over my neck and collarbone, down to my chest and he takes a nipple between his lips. I arch my back, almost pleading with him to stop, I can’t take the exquisite torture. He gives the same attention to the other nipple, gently licking, sucking and biting on it. I moan quietly, trying to catch my breath. I roll over on top of him, straddling his waist as I lean down to kiss him. I follow the same pattern he did with me, going over his neck, dipping my tongue into the hollow of his collarbone, kissing down across his chest, licking his flat nipples. I slowly trail my tongue across his abs, loving the way he tries to stifle a giggle as I trace my tongue around his navel. My hand goes to the large bulge in his briefs and I squeeze it gently. He groans and I lick just above the waistband of his briefs, slowly pulling them down and kissing the skin as it’s revealed. He raises his hips off the bed, allowing me to completely undress him. I kiss slowly from his feet, to the backs of his knees, up his thighs and to his hip. I gently kiss the area that I had stuck with the pin before. “Feel better?” I ask, smiling. “Uhhh, no . .I think you need to keep going,” he answers with a chuckle. I grasp his hardness in my hand, gently squeezing the shaft as I lower my lips and kiss the head. His eyes are closed and I trace my tongue around the tip, gathering up his pre-cum. He squirms beneath me as I take the whole head into my mouth, sucking gently. I take more and more of him into my mouth until he touches the back of my throat. I slowly pull the length of him back out of my mouth to the head, swirl my tongue around and take it all back in again. All of a sudden, I change the angle of my head as he slips past my tonsils into my throat. “Ohhhhh, God . . .” he moans as his hands tangle in my hair. My warm, wet mouth moves up and down on him slowly and gently for a few minutes, his breath is coming in short gasps. “Bekka, you’re going to make me cum to soon,” he says as I continue sucking him, massaging his balls with my free hand. His whole body tenses up and he groans out “Unnnnh. . . Uhhhhn. . . Uhhhhn. . .” as his hot white liquid squirts into my mouth. I continue sucking him, tasting his load as he softens in my mouth. I release him and lick the remaining cum from him. I move up and lie next to him, my hands tracing patterns across his chest, listening to his breathing quiet down. He lazily reaches out and brings my hand to his lips, kissing my palm. “You’re amazing,” he says to me, finally opening his eyes. I smile at him and lean in to kiss his damp forehead. “You’re the amazing one,” I tell him, settling my head on his chest. He rolls me to my back and says, “Don’t even think that you’re going to sleep yet!” He says, as his lips find mine again. He kisses me until we’re both out of breath again, while rubbing his warm hands all over my body. He starts kissing a trail again from my breasts to my belly. “You’re such a hottie.” He tells me as he tugs gently on my navel ring with his teeth. His hands slowly creep into the waistband of my panties and he quickly pulls them off my hips and down my legs and tosses them to the bottom of the bed with my bra. He’s kissing me again, nuzzling his face into my pubic hair as a finger gently invades my wetness. I moan loudly as my muscles involuntarily clench around his finger. He’s kissing me everywhere except for the one tiny spot that is screaming for his attention. He adds another finger, moving them quickly in and out of me, kissing the tender insides of my thighs. I’m going mad with wanting him. “Please, Justin . . .don’t tease me anymore.” I hear the laughter in his voice, “Tease you? Well, tell me what you want.” I say “You know what I want, Justin, please . . .just do it!” I feel him smile against my thigh as he kisses it, closer to the little bud aching for his touch. “Am I getting closer?” He asks, as he slides his fingers in and out, drawing out this lovely agony. I raise my hips in response, and his lips close over my clit and I immediately start cumming. I grasp the sheets in my hands as I scream his name. My voice sounds far away. My back arches, driving my wetness into his face. His lips and tongue slow their assault on my throbbing clit and he gently releases it with a tiny lick. I shudder and curl my legs up against my stomach, lying on my side. He comes around behind me and puts his arms around me, holding me to his chest. “Are you all right?” he asks quietly into my ear. “Yeah, it’s just been a while since I’ve done anything like that." "Was it okay?” He questions me, sounding unsure. “Okay?!? It was the most awesome experience of my life!” I answer him, laughing. “I’m glad,” he answers, snuggling up to my back and pulling the covers up over us. He drifted off to sleep quickly. I listen to the sound of his even, soft breathing, just inches from my ear. His arms feel exquisitely warm and powerful around me. My last thought before sleep claims me is that I could lay like this for the rest of my life. I wake up a little later, feeling him caress my breasts and kiss my shoulder. I roll over to my back, stretching like a cat next to him. He laughs and kisses me on the lips as he rolls on top of me. He’s hard again, I can feel it against my leg. His kiss deepens as I open my legs and he lies in between them. “Are we taking this too fast?” he asks me between kisses. “Probably, but it’s too late to stop now.” I smile at him and he raises himself up, positioning himself to enter me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his body down. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him as his hardness pushes it’s way inside me. I moan his name and he slows down. “Am I hurting you?” he asks, looking concerned. “Just a little bit, but please don’t stop. It’s beautiful.” He kisses my lips again as he begins gently thrusting in and out of me. I raise and lower my hips, our rhythm becoming perfect. He’s kissing and gently biting my neck as he holds my body to him, whispering sweetly to me. My hands are rubbing his back, grasping his ass, pulling him deeper as I wrap my legs around him. His strokes are becoming quicker and harder, working up an intense heat inside of me. I feel like I’m going to explode. He looks down into my eyes and whispers, “Come on Bekka, don’t fight it, let it come. Let it happen, baby.” I feel myself go over the top, fireworks pop behind my eyes and I can hear myself moaning his name over and over again as my nails scrape his back. My wetness convulses around him, squeezing and pulling at him until he buries his face in the side of my neck and groans. His arms go around my back, crushing me to his chest as he drives his hard cock into me, holding his breath, then gasping for air. I can feel him twitching inside me, unleashing his torrent of seed into me. We both lie entangled with each others bodies for a long time, listening to each others breathing. I press my lips to his neck, feeling his pulse through his skin. I slowly begin rubbing his back again and he raises his head and grins at me. “Tell me that wasn’t your first time.” I smile back at him and say “It wasn’t my first time.” He laughs and says “Liar, liar, pants on fire!” I giggle at his childishness and kiss his mouth. “Yes, it was my first time, and I have no regrets." "I’m certainly glad of that,” he says, “It’s not like I can give it back now.” I laugh along with him as we snuggle together under the blankets and drift off to sleep. Measuring Windows Janet was feeling down. Glen was accusing her of being "unfaithful", of cheating on him, which in the broad sense was true. He didn't mind her having sex with other men when he was there, but he'd found out that Ron, from next door, dropped in once in a while and he was furious. Men could be such assholes, she said to herself. They wanted things their way or not at all. She loved Glen in her own way, but having relations with other men was important to her mental health. A couple of months ago there had been that fine young man who'd worked on the wall by the garden, and fucked her as she lay face down on the picnic table on the deck. But he'd finished the job and moved on. Man she could use some of that right now. She wandered into the bedroom, opened a draw and fingered some of her best lingerie. Suddenly she had an idea. She tore off her jeans, her sweater and underwear, and ran into the shower. She had a nice long hot shower, making sure all her special places were clean. When she'd dried off she walked into the bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. "God I look good." She thought as she examined herself in the mirror, then sat down on the bed, reached into the draw of her bedside table and took out her vibrator. No, first I'll have a little smoke to get myself in the mood. She lit up a joint and sucked in the heavy sweet smoke. That's more like it. She lay back, spread her legs and put the vibrator on her clitoris. "Aaah." She sighed "That's heaven." Then she remembered -- "Oh shit, that old man is coming to measure the windows. What time is it?" She looked at her watch, "He'll be here in fifteen minutes." She and Glen had decided to have double pane windows put in. They'd gone to the shop and met this nice older man who'd been recommended, and he was coming today to measure all the windows in the house. "What fun it would be to dress up in my nicest underwear and tease the old guy." She thought. Quickly she dressed stockings, garterbelt, heels, black bra and panties -- those flared panties would appeal to an old guy. Then a short skirt and blouse. NO! A black negligee. She wouldn't button it all the way, and as she walked the split in front would reveal as much as she wanted. She was still putting her makeup on when the doorbell rang. She'd make him wait a couple of minutes while she finished the job. Nice, very inviting. For a woman of forty plus, Janet was absolutely yummy, she knew it and flaunted it. A natural red head, nice slender body and really nice legs, she'd always wished she had bigger breasts, but men liked what she had, and always paid a lot of attention to them, she liked that. She looked herself over once more in the mirror before buttoning up the negligee, making sure it was unbuttoned half way up her thigh. This was going to be fun, she just hoped the old guy wouldn't have a heart attack, then she heard the doorbell again. "Come in, Mister..........." As she opened the door she found herself facing a much younger guy. "Who are you?" This was a pleasant surprise, instead of the old fellow, whose name was now driven from her mind; there was a man of about twenty-five. Nice looking guy, Latin or Italian probably. "Hi! Mister Seidel couldn't make it, he's sick, and he hoped it was okay if I came by myself instead." "Uh well....yeah, I guess so." She was speechless. She felt naked in front of a much younger man than she had expected, and probably as a result of smoking the weed, couldn't think straight. "My name's Rick." He went on. "I was supposed to help the boss do the measuring, but he said maybe you could give me a hand. Just holding the tape at one end, that sort of thing. But you're not dressed for it, so maybe we'd better postpone it." She looked Rick over for a couple of minutes. He was nicely built, a little short, but then she had heels on. He was quite handsome, with a wonderful smile, and nervous, but she wasn't going to postpone this! He had the sort of build she liked, not really muscular, but then not fat, in fact, just right. "No no, that's okay, if you just need someone to hold the end of the tape. Come in." She could think of something she'd like to measure! This WAS going to be fun. Rick had got the truck ready that morning, then old man Seidel said he wasn't feeling good, so Rick could do the measuring for the windows himself, he said, and if necessary the woman at the address could probably help by holding the tape. It should be an easy job though, he thought. Rick had only been working about four months and had made an impression on the boss, but this was the first time he'd gone out alone. He still lived at home with his parents, but paid more than his share of expenses, so didn't feel like moving out and was saving a lot this way. He was a shy kid who'd had only a couple two girlfriends, he really liked girls only he was too shy to ask them out. He had no real hobbies unless you count working out at the gym, hiking, mostly with buddies, bird watching, oh and, of course, masturbation. He loved watching girls or looking at magazines, then jerking off. He was always careful not to leave any evidence around for his mother to find, though. His mother thought he was such a good boy, but his father knew better, his only fear being that he would turn queer like his uncle Freddy. He'd been expecting an older woman, and while this woman was more than ten years older than him, she was a knockout. Besides, she was hardly dressed, and he felt the warmth rising in his crotch. He brought his tools into the house, and followed her, and it seemed that he could almost see through the black thing she was wearing. In fact when she stood in the sunlight by the window he could see the outline of her body, and what she had on underneath that black thing. He felt almost sick with excitement and was torn two ways: one, to just stand and watch her walking around the house, the other to find a place to jack-off. He wanted to do it while he watched her, or to go off somewhere, anywhere, take out his cock and rub it briskly, until it squirted and the sperm flew. No! No! He thought, first get the job done, then there'd be time for sport. She was talking to him as he stood there in a daze. ".........and then let me know when you need help, or should I help you right away?" "I'm sorry I didn't hear what you said." As he blushed. "My, you seem to be miles away, probably thinking about your girlfriend. Shall I help you right now? I've got nothing else on." This WAS going to be fun! "Yes.....I mean no. I don't need help with the small windows, but when I get to the big ones and the sliders I might have to call you." "Would it bother you if I sat and watched?" Janet loved to watch a man at work. "Oh God. " He thought, would it bother him. "No, I wouldn't mind if you watched." But I could watch you all day, standing just where you are beside the window, where I see what you've got on. Bra, stockings and a garter belt, or is it pantyhose? "Good," She said, "Well I'll just sit over here and read, and you call me when you need me." "Okay, then I'll get to work." There were three small windows in the living room, then he got to the slider. "If you have a step stool, maybe you could hold the tape at the top, and I'll take the reading at the bottom." She went to get the step stool, set it by the sliding door, and he handed her the end of the tape measure. She stepped up on the stool with her feet on the lower and upper steps, and as she did her negligee fell away from the knee on the upper step. Rick stared at her beautiful leg, revealed all the way until the stocking top and the tab on the garter were showing. Then he went down on one knee to read the tape, his nose inches away from her knee. He could smell her perfume, see her thigh. He felt dizzy. "Okay, that's 87 inches -- I mean 78 inches. Wait, stay there, I'll have to remeasure." Janet smiled as he went down again, so close to her knee, to her thigh, to........She mustn't think of it, not now. "Right, 78 inches. Now if you'll hold the end of the measure just inside the bottom of the frame....." "Like this?" As she went down on one knee and her negligee fell further open, and Rick saw the stocking top and garter. Yes, oh yes, he thought, but said, "Yes that's fine, just hold it there while I check it out." And he gazed at her lovely thigh. "Shall I stay just like this?" Janet asked as she smiled at him. "That's perfect." This was driving him crazy and he loved every minute. Rick continued to measure all the windows, and Janet helped with the bigger ones and each time Rick saw more or less of her underwear, but was more settled down, now. Soon he'd be free to enjoy himself. To find a wooded spot, maybe up the hill across the way, take out his cock and find some relief. After all he'd seen today it would be wonderful, and he'd remember this beautiful woman, and imagine he was fucking her. He'd imagine those wonderful thighs were wrapped around him while they kissed and fucked. She was speaking to him again. "..........you are in a daze today, aren't you. I just asked if you'd like a cup of coffee or tea, or maybe a glass of wine. I'm going to smoke a joint, myself, but I'm sure you're not allowed to do that." "A joint? You mean marijuana?" "Yes." "I've never done that." "Would you like to try it?" "I shouldn't." "I'll go and get it while you make up your mind." Soon Janet was back with the cigarette already lit up. "Here." She held it out to him. "Just draw it in deep, hold it as long as you can, then let it out." He did as she told him to do. Nothing. "Sit down. It takes a few minutes at first." As she took another drag, sitting opposite him, legs crossed, and negligee loosely falling away from her knee. He took another drag, then looked at her, feeling a little lightheaded now. He realized that he could see her panties. "Do you know I can see your underwear?" He said. "And I've been able to see your underwear every time we measured together." "Could you? And what do you see now." As she uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly apart." "Now I can really see you panties." "Would you like to kiss me? I'd like you to." Rick got up, now feeling quite lightheaded and carefree, leaned over Janet as she sat with her head back, and kissed her. It felt as if she was sucking him into her mouth, and soon their tongues were entwined, meeting, exploring each other's mouths. He went down on one knee, his hand fondling her breast through her clothing. Their mouths were still locked together as she started to undo her negligee. Now his hand was on her bra, kneading her tit, so she undid the clasp in front and his hand was on her soft breast. Rick's mind was a complete fog. This situation was beyond his wildest dreams as his hands and mouth moved automatically to their natural targets, her mouth and her breasts. These weren't the firm breast of girls he'd touched in the past, but soft mature breasts. However the nipple responded in the same way as he rolled it between his thumb and finger, and soon stood erect. Janet too was in a daze, but she knew where she was going. She wanted this young man, and could imagine his hard cock sticking out from his pants. She could imagine it already dripping and wanted to feel the smooth head in her hand, in her mouth..........sliding into her vagina. This was going to be a wonderful morning. They went on like this for several minutes, as his mouth found her tit, sucked on it, then nibbled the nipple, and she was making soft contented noises. "Oh, sooo nice. That feels so good. Aah yes." Now his free hand slid down her body to her silky panties, where he found the leg and slipped his hand in. He found her soft pubic hair, then his fumbling, exploring fingers found her moist slit, and there at the top, her clitoris. He started to rub it gently. She gave a huge sigh. "Oh God, that's it. Right there." She felt his hesitant fingers rubbing her most sensitive spot, then penetrating her vagina. She wanted his cock in her, she wanted everything, NOW, but held back, enjoying the moment. "Just as minute." She said. Then raising her buttocks she pulled her panties over her knees, over her feet, almost in slow motion, and threw them across the room. Slowly she opened her legs, inviting him to continue, to do what he wanted with her now-open cunt. Rick didn't need a second invitation, but stood up, pulled off his pants, then looked at the spot between Janet's spread legs. He'd never seen a woman's vagina before because all his lovemaking had been in darkened places. It was open, showing the red inner labia, waiting for him. It looked bigger than he'd thought. "Shall I.....can I.....lick it?" He asked hesitantly, as he gazed at her open crotch. She watched him in amusement, even spreading a little wider for him. "Never ask a woman that. My cunt is open for your, for my pleasure. Do what you want with it!" He fell on his knees between her legs, as she lay back with her eyes closed, and felt his fingers opening her, then his tongue hesitantly flick out, lick, then start to lick in earnest. For Janet this was heaven, she always loved to have her cunt licked, but this young man would need some instruction. "There right at the top, lick my clit. Not too hard.......Aaah that's it." Rick wasn't sure at first if he really wanted to do this. Her musky smell was strange, almost unpleasant, but very compelling. "You can spread it with your fingers. Yes, like that. Oh..oh, yes good. Rub inside a little bit. Aaah so fine." Rick was getting into it now. Her smell was inspiring him, and his fingers stretching her opening wider, brought more of her internal odor out. Janet was getting inspired too. "That's it! Stretch it wider! Fuck me with your fingers." She wanted more. "Harder, lick harder. Stretch it wider, harder with your fingers, harder, harder!" And she gave a huge groan as she reached an orgasm. "That's enough! That's enough! Stop! Fuck me now." Rick stood up between her legs. "Don't I need a rubber?" "JUST FUCK ME!" Janet almost screamed. Where was his cock? Rick ripped his shorts off, fell on his knees in front of her gaping hole, and shoved his dripping cock into it. In his mind he was thinking that it was big, maybe he shouldn't have stretched it so much. But now he was ramming his cock into it. Bang ..bang..bang..he went. It felt so good, he'd never really enjoyed fucking so much. But then, suddenly, uncontrollably, he felt the surge deep in his cock, in his balls, and knew he was coming. He didn't want to come so quickly, but he couldn't control it. He started to shoot inside her. "Ah..ahh...aah..Oh God that's good. I'm sorry.. ah... yes. Oh you're so good." Then he lay still between her legs, which she wrapped around him. "That was quick, my little lover. I hope you last longer next time." She said quietly. "I'm real sorry," Rick answered. "I was so worked up, I couldn't stop it." "That's okay." She whispered. They kissed. He wondered how she could kiss him after he'd been licking her, but her kissing was more tender now, more loving. "I hope you'll be able to come back in a few minutes, I'd like you to make love to me many times." "I don't know," He said nervously, " I've never tried to do it more than once." "Then I'm going to have to teach you if you're going to be my lover." She smiled at him. "Your lover? " "Yes, my lover. I have several lovers, and love each one when he's with me, fucking me." Other lovers? What sort of woman was this? But it excited him to think he could become her lover. He started to pull out of her and she opened her legs to release him. "Be careful! Don't drip on the floor." She called softly. He stood up and again gazed at her red vagina now lying open but with a white glob of his sperm oozing from it. It made him think of what she'd said, that she had many lovers. Did they all look at her cunt, did they all see their come dripping out of her red hole? "Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to stare?" as she closed her legs. "I'm sorry." He said as he reached for the Kleenex she offered him. "It's just that I've never really seen............." ".....A woman's vagina?" She finished the sentence for him. "A woman's cunt after you've used it?" "I'm sorry." He said, and Janet laughed. "Silly boy, they all do that." Janet took a kleenex, wiped herself off and got up. "Let's go back to the bedroom to have some more fun." And she took his hand and started to lead him down the hall, but before they got all the way the doorbell rang. She told him to go on down to the bedroom and went to the door. Was it another of her lovers, Rick wondered. Maybe her husband? In either case he'd have to leave, he was sure. But no, it was the postman. Damn, Janet thought, this mailman had a way of showing up at the most inconvenient times, as she opened the door. "Package you have to sign for ma'am." The mailman told her. He could have just left it at the mailbox with a slip, but he liked going up to the house, he never knew what he'd see. This time he noticed there was a glass company truck parked outside, and when she came to the door she had on a see-through robe thing. What now? He wondered. "Okay." She said as he handed her the package and then his clipboard. "Where do I sign." "Right on that line." He told her. She tried to sign holding the clipboard in her hand, but couldn't hold it steady. She put her foot up on the wicker chair on the porch, to rest the clipboard on her knee, and her negligee fell away revealing her knee, then as it slipped more, her thigh, stocking top and garter. The mailman felt dizzy, because as he moved slightly to the right he could see pubic hair. "Did you know your robe was undone?" He asked Janet as he took back the clipboard. "Oh, thank you." She smiled as she glanced down and started to button it up. He stumbled down the steps in a daze, got in the van and drove off. He knew what he had to do. He'd drive up the hill to the wooded area beyond the houses, take out his cock and jack off. This woman was wonderful! She never ceased to tantalize him, to tease him, though he thought it wasn't intentional. He had to be more careful though. Last time his wife had asked what the sticky stuff was in his shorts when she did the laundry. When she went back to the bedroom Janet found Rick had her vibrator and was playing with it. "Naughty boy! Who said you could play with my toys?" She laughed as she took it away from him. "There'll be time for that later. Right now I want you to hold me and kiss me." She took her negligee off and hung it up, then started to take her stockings off. "NO! Don't do that, I love your legs with stockings on. They're beautiful." "Aren't you men funny. Nearly every man likes me to keep my stockings on. And my heels too?" "Yes........please." She lay down beside Rick and kissed him, then reached down for his limp penis. She held his cock while they talked. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Not really." "Then what do you do, masturbate?" "Sometimes." He lied. He jacked off all the time. "There's no harm in that, in fact that's what I use my vibrator for." "You've had lots of men?" He asked her. "Well, I suppose so. Depends what you mean by 'lots'" "You said that you have several lovers, boyfriends, just now. How many is that?" "Let's see............I'm not sure who to count, do I count you? Maybe four who I see now and then." "How many do you think you've had altogether?" "You are getting inquisitive. Perhaps a hundred or a hundred and fifty. Do you want names too?" "No, sorry, I shouldn't ask so many questions." But his mind was racing. She'd had that many men and he was just another. Measuring Windows As she saw Jon's car disappearing down the driveway Jane sat looking out the window for a few minutes. She was tired. They'd had a small party last night to celebrate her leaving her job at the research institute, and in a way to celebrate her new job, which was going to be quite a challenge. She got up, put their dishes in the sink and went back to bed. She set the timer for one hour; she'd shower and go out when she got up. After the casual arrangements and dress at research she'd need some new clothes. When she got out of the shower she dried off and stood in front of the mirror. Not bad for thirty-five with two kids, she thought. Hardly any noticeable stretch marks, and if her breasts sagged just a bit her legs were still long and straight. She started to dress and had on stockings and reaching for her bra when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? She looked at the clock, ten o'clock. Then she looked around the curtain at the front door. Mister Fisher! She'd forgotten completely about Mister Fisher and measuring the windows. She slipped on a robe, went to the front door and as she let Mister Fisher in she apologized for not being ready. "And this new lad, Jimmy, I'm showing the ropes. Sort of like an apprentice." He smiled. "He's been working down at the shop and knows about glass, but I want to get him used to measuring windows. I hope we're not disturbing you." He said as he eyed her legs showing as her robe separated slightly. "No, not at all." She smiled. "Dirty old man." She thought noting where his eyes went. "I'll have to be more careful." She told them to go ahead and let her know when they needed to see the upstairs. She went back up to the bedroom and started to go through her clothes to see what she had that would be suitable for the new job. She was so engrossed in what she was doing that when she went from the master bedroom to the front bedroom with just her panties on she didn't see Mister Fisher coming up the stairs. He stopped: she stopped: for a moment they stood looking at each other, or rather she was looking at him and he was looking at her breasts. She bounced back into the master bedroom and grabbed her robe. When she came out again she and Mister Fisher said simultaneously: "I'm sorry I.............." They both laughed as Jane continued, ".......I had forgotten you were here Mister Fisher." She was blushing, but having Harvey Fisher see her breasts had a strange effect on her. An effect she couldn't explain. Having this older man see her half naked was turning her on, and she felt warmness and wetness between her legs. He told her that he had to go to an emergency job that had just come up, but he'd be back tomorrow. However tomorrow wouldn't work for Jane, but she had an idea. "Is Jimmy proficient enough to take these measurements alone?" "Well, yes, but it take two to be sure of the measurement. Someone has to hold the end of the tape at exactly the right spot. If you're off a half inch that could bollix the whole thing." "Couldn't I do that?" Jane went on. So they agreed that he'd go back to the shop with Jimmy, who'd drive his own car back and Jimmy and Jane would do the upstairs measurements. Harvey Fisher was disappointed. He loved being around a woman like this, and it didn't happen very often. The glimpse he'd had of her leg first thing when he'd arrived was nice, but that last thing, the view he'd had of her lovely breasts was frosting on a delicious cake. As he drove back to the shop he was wondering if he had time to jack-off at the shop before he went to replace the broken window, or if he should wait. Maybe even wait until tonight with his wife, Lou, at home. Jimmy grabbed a quick sandwich and a coke before returning to do the other windows. When he got there Jane was still in her robe and they went upstairs to the first bedroom. Jimmy liked the idea of working with Jane. For an older woman she was quite pretty and had a smashing figure -- what he could see of it. The window in the first bedroom was easy, but the second room had a taller window, so Jane skipped downstairs to get a step stool. When she got back she insisted that he should take the measurement at the bottom while she stood on the stool. Jimmy had to kneel and was level with her legs at the bottom of her robe, level with her stockinged legs, and as he glanced up he saw...and dropped the tape. "Sorry, Ma'am." He said as he picked it up. "Ma'am? What's this ma'am? My name's Jane and that's what you must call me Jimmy." He tried again, but this time got into a better position so that he could see right up her robe. He could see above her stocking tops and, no it was too dark, he couldn't see if she had panties on or if she did what color they were. Okay, that room was done; they did a third bedroom that was used as a study, then into the master bedroom. There were two smaller windows and a large sliding door that led on to a balcony. Jimmy noticed the unmade bed with odd bits of clothing and some underwear on the floor. "We'll need the step stool again to get the slider." He said. "I'll get it." Jane answered. She brought the stool and put it beside the window, but first they had to get the width, and dropping to one knee Jane held the end at the door jamb. As she did it her robe fell open showing her knee and just up to the edge of the dark band of the stocking top. Poor Jimmy was suffering. He was trying to hide the erection that was pushing out of his trousers, and starting to leave a wet spot. The next step was to measure the door's height, and to do this Jane stood on the top step of the step stool, holding the tape at the top of the window. At the same time Jimmy knelt down with the tape at the floor and read the value he saw. As he crouched on the floor Jimmy wasn't looking at the tape, but up at Jane's legs. Jane knew what he was up to and moved her right leg just a couple of inches so that he got a clear view of what was between her thighs. As she did so she felt her heart pounding with excitement. Was she mad? She wondered. What was she doing letting this boy see up her skirt? She'd never done anything like this before. As he fumbled with the tape measure he looked again, yes, she didn't have any panties on. He could see the dark mat of hair between her white thighs, the whiteness of which was accentuated by her black stockings, especially the dark band at the top. He stood up as Jane got down, and they stood facing each other for a moment then Jane leaned forward and kissed him. Yes, she was quite mad she realized, and for a moment he was taken aback, then he returned the kiss and reached out to take her in his arms. Jimmy wasn't a very experienced kisser, and resisted at first when Jane's tongue pressed against his lips, but soon yielded and their mouths became locked in a French kiss, tongues meeting, intertwining, exploring each other's mouths and all the time drinking in each others saliva. Jane undid Jimmy's shirt, and opened her robe to press her breasts against his smooth chest. More kissing, kissing, kissing and his hand reached down to touch and stroke that mat of hair that he'd just seen. Jane's hand felt the hard lump jutting from his pants, then unzipped to touch it. It was dripping wet. Kissing his chest, his belly, she knelt down, and pulling his penis out of his trousers, with some difficulty because it was so big and hard. She took it in her mouth. The salty taste of the juice leaking from Jimmy's penis was lovely Jane thought, as, her heart pounding more than ever, she sucked and licked his stiff member. Pulling back Jane looked up at him and asked if he liked what she was doing. "Oh shit, yes Mrs. Will...I mean Jane." She stroked it and thought how beautiful this young cock was and as she went to put it back in her mouth it exploded. Part of the semen hit her lips, but she caught most of it in her mouth and proceeded to suck the thick cream down her throat. She didn't really like the taste, but the texture and quantity were wonderful. "I'm sorry." Jimmy said. "It happened so quickly, and I got some on your face." "Don't worry." Jane smiled as she answered him. "I enjoyed it." She got up and sat on the unmade bed crossing her legs. Jimmy stood for a moment not knowing what to do, but when Jane patted the bed beside her he sat down. She asked him if he liked what she'd done and he said it was the most wonderful thing he'd ever experienced. He told her he had a girlfriend who occasionally gave him a hand job and he'd tried to get her to do other things but she refused. He told her he'd never had "the real thing". "The real thing. You mean you've never had sex?" "No, never." He looked away shyly as he said it. "Would you like to fuck me?" Jane's heart was pounding again. She'd never used the "F" word and just saying it, saying it to this boy, excited her. She realized that he wasn't really a boy, but a young man. Many, maybe most, men of his age were already experienced, but the thought that he was a virgin excited her even more. He didn't reply but just looked at her. "Undress." Jane told him, and as he took off his clothes she took off her robe and moved over on the bed to make room for him. They lay naked, she naked except for the black stockings, and she took him in her arms and kissed him. Jimmy wasn't sure about kissing her at first because his cock had just been in her mouth and filled it with his sperm. Soon he overcame his hesitance and they were deep French kissing -- and he was getting hard again. Jane told Jimmy to touch her wherever he wanted, to kiss her anywhere, and he took the hint to start fingering her vagina and kiss her breasts. He sucked her nipples and kissed her all over, then went down and examined the secret they lay between her legs. He opened it and gazed at it. The outer hole seemed big, but the inner one was smaller than he'd expected, because he knew a baby came through that pink thing. He wanted to lick it as he'd heard men talk about, but was put off by the smell. He touched her clitoris and she jumped, then he started to rub it with his finger and she gasped and groan with the pleasure it gave her. He inserted one, then two and finally three fingers in her, enjoying the pleasure it seemed to give her and he was surprised at how much she stretched until finally he had four fingers in her vagina and she reacted by pushing back against his hand. "Oh god that feels good Jimmy. But fuck me now, fuck me." She moaned. He moved on top of her and slid his penis into her open, wet hole, and she gave a deep, deep groan of pleasure. She spread her legs wide; she wanted him deep inside her. She wanted to absorb him into her belly and reacted to his thrusts by pushing her hips forward to meet him. Then he was fucking, fucking, fucking her deep, hard and fast. She wasn't used to such youthful vigor and the fire spreading from between her legs, from her vagina, engulfed her body. She had a couple of brief climaxes which were very pleasant, but suddenly, catching her off guard, a huge orgasm shook her whole body. Her back arched and she couldn't suppress a scream of pleasure. "Are you alright?" Jimmy asked her as he stopped his action for a moment. "More than alright." She sobbed. "Don't stop, please." He looked down at where his penis disappeared into her body. Her pink labia looked like a mouth swallowing his cock. Wait 'til he told his buddies about this! He watched his cock disappear into her and then went back to fucking her hard and deep, but he could hold off no longer, and Jane felt him ejaculate deep into her vagina. She squeezed him as if to get the last drops out, then relaxed with her legs wrapped around his back. They stayed clasped together for several minutes, until Jane released him. As he started to pull away, "That was wonderful, wonderful, the best fucking I've had in a long time. We should do it again soon." That "F" word again. She'd have to be more careful. "I can't make you pregnant can I?" Jimmy asked nervously. "No, you can't, but next time you should use a condom. It's safer for us both." "I'd like to come back tomorrow." Jimmy said. "I want to fuck you again" "Give me your phone number and I'll get in touch with you." Jane told him. She too wanted more. She put her robe on as he dressed and walked with him to the front door. They kissed long, deep French and he ran his hand up between her legs and slipped his finger into her wet crevice, now matted and wet. As he walked down to his car he looked back over his shoulder but Jane had closed the front door. They never met again because nothing worked out and in the meantime Jimmy found a young girl who satisfied his hunger. Jane often thought about that wonderful afternoon and never used the "F" word again until..........but that's another story. Measuring Windows "Do you and your husband have any children?" "My husband has a couple of sons who've left home. When I was very young I had a baby that I gave up to adoption." More for him to think about, but his cock was getting hard now, and slowly and casually Janet went down and took it in her mouth. "Oh, oh, nice." Rick said with a big sigh. He lay on his back with his eyes shut as she worked his cock over, first concentrating on the head, and running her tongue around the sensitive ridge, then up and down the shaft, sucking and gently biting, even taking his balls in her mouth once. "Do you like that?" Janet lifted her head. "That's soo good. Do you do that to all your lovers?" "Don't any of the girls you know do that." She ignored his question. "One tried, but it just didn't work. Finally I shot off in her hand and it got all over her. I haven't seen her since." Janet swung her leg over him. "Let's try again. Let's see if you can behave better this time." She said. She moved on top of Rick, then moved into a kneeling position, her legs doubled under her, and slid his hard cock into her wet hole. "I love your warm, wet place." Rick said, "I'd like to stay in there forever." Janet was moving up and down on his hard cock, and she could feel it going deep inside her so far that it felt as if it was hitting her cervix. Kissing, kissing, kissing. This was what she liked best and she could feel an orgasm coming on. She tightened her muscles, grabbing Rick's penis, then rising up so that the head was just entering her and the head was almost tickling her labia. She felt one coming, and rising up and down deeply, enjoyed the warmth centered between her legs, radiating throughout her body. "That was a nice one." She whispered in his ear. "I thought you were having one," Rick told her. "But it's hard for a man to tell." "I'm sorry," She said, "I've got to take these heels off." As she reached down and pulled them off one at a time while still sitting on him, on his penis. Rick was amazed, she did it without releasing his cock. "How did you do that?" "Takes practice." Janet chuckled. "I'm going to give you a good fucking, now." Rick muttered as they rolled over again with him on top. He started moving in and out of her slowly, and she brought her knees up. Then, as he increased his pace, pounding deep inside her vagina, she brought her legs up over her head, and spreading them wide. As he rammed his penis hard into her she started to grunt with each thrust. "Uh..uh..uh.." She went, and " Fuck me hard....uh..uh..." Rick felt as if he could go on like this forever. Thrusting, thrusting, ever deeper, as she went on grunting like an animal in heat. "I love you.....I love you...uh..uh..uh..Sweety,sweety." An orgasm swept through her body leaving her sweating and still grunting. Then another, so mind-blowing it almost hurt. "Oh god, give me another one." She gasped. She wished he'd never stop. It was almost as good as her other lovers, but she wasn't thinking about them now. Her mind was concentrated on the pure pleasure she was enjoying with this man, nothing else mattered. Rick felt then numbness in his cock head, then the tightening in his groin, then he started to shoot his load into Janet's open cunt. He'd never felt anything quite like it before, and he continued to pound her, until he collapsed between her legs, done. Janet wrapped her legs and arms around her young lover. "That was good, very good, my darling." "Really?" Rick said, "You're just being nice." They lay locked together, eyes shut, dozing, then Rick looked at his watch. "Did you call the boss to say I was helping you with your car?" "Yes, sweety, it's taken care of." She replied gently. She felt a keen love for this young man she held in her arms, between her legs. "I gotta go." As he gently pulled his semi-hard penis out of Janet. He gazed at her open crotch for a moment. "That was wonderful. I hope we can do it again soon." He was putting on his pants and as soon as he'd dressed he leaned over and kissed her. Then he turned and walked down the hall and out to his truck. Janet lay in bed for a few minutes, thinking about this new man, boy, and how she'd enjoyed him. Damn, she'd forgotten to get his phone number, well she could always get him at work. Double damn! Glen would be home soon, and if he found her dressed like this he'd want to fuck, and she didn't want to break the spell. She showered quickly then put on jeans. Now she was ready for her husband.