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No Accounting for Taste

By: ilikeithot6308



This is a new storyline, but all the usual rules apply. All characters are over the age of eighteen. 

Please let me know what you think, and cast your votes when you're done. 

Oh, and no accountants were harmed during the writing of this tale. 

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"I'm telling you, Gary, accountants are not supposed to look like that," she said, gesturing in the general direction of the tall brunette. 

"Really?" I laughed, arching my eyebrows and, turning to see for myself. The woman in question had her back to me, so my ability to make a judgement was limited. She did have nice legs, though. Long, lean, and ending in what appeared to be a pretty firm, tight ass, which was covered by a pretty conservative skirt, navy blue in colour. The skirt matched the jacket, and a long ponytail of thick, dark brown hair hung down the middle. 

"So tell me, Helen, what's an accountant supposed to look like?" I asked. Helen was a good friend, quite attractive...and a totally unabashed lesbian, who usually sniffed out the hot women before I did. I could have responded that lesbians weren't supposed to look like she did, but we'd had that conversation before. According to her, she was the best licker of feminine flesh in the history of oral sex. She even offered to prove it once ; all I had to do was give her a shot at my then-girlfriend's pussy, and I was welcome to watch. I almost took her up on it, but wasn't sure my ego could take the abuse. Losing a girl to another guy was bad enough. If she was as good as she said she was, I might find out about losing one to a woman. I didn't like that idea.  

"I don't know," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "You know...meek, mousy, conservative. That sort of thing. A geek. Boring. Plain." I was looking at Helen as she spoke, and she suddenly leaned closer. "Just not like a hybrid porn star - stripper - fashion model." She gestured again, and I looked. 

Oh. My. God. The woman had turned toward, and was walking in our direction. 

Helen's finely tuned pussy radar was accurate, as usual. 

The skirt and jacket were conservative, all right. So too, the hairstyle. Even the glasses, with rectangular black frames, were pretty plain. That's where it ended. 

Nearly six feet in her high, sexy heels, she would have attracted attention for her height alone, but tall wasn't the only descriptive that fit her perfectly. Statuesque. Breathtaking. Beautiful, while applicable, was an understatement. As she walked, there was extra movement under the snug jacket, which begged closer observation, and another string of adjectives, that included busty, buxom, top heavy, and hubba hubba. 

The goddess glided past on her heels, glancing at me as she did with her perfect, blue eyes. A small smile crossed her perfect lips, and I think she nodded slightly. 

She was past now, and I turned to watch her wiggle away. Helen's hand reached in and closed my mouth, which was hanging open. 

"Real subtle, slick," she laughed, patting my shoulder. "Why don't you just drool on her shoes? Gawking aside, you see what I mean, now?" 

"Uh...yeah. I do," I replied, still watching her ass. "Accountant, huh? Wow." 

So, that was when I first saw Jane Smith. She certainly had the name for an accountant, but, as Helen had observed, the body of a porn star, and the face of a fashion model. Work just got a whole lot more interesting. 

***

I didn't cross paths with Jane that often, but when I did, those few instances were seared into my brain. 

Passing her in the hallway was always problematic. Most companies, ours included, have well documented and strict policies regarding sexual harassment, and it doesn't take much to make an accusation. While she never dressed provocatively, she didn't wear a cast iron bra, so her big boobs were always quite active when she walked by. I tried looking her in the eyes...I tried looking away...but those major melons had a gravitational pull that was insurmountable. I inevitably snuck a peek, and she inevitably caught me, giving me a wry smile before she passed from view. 

Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind the attention, and never said a word. 

One day, I went to Helen's office for a chat, and found her sitting there glumly, staring out the window. I assumed the worst, that she was being let go, but that wasn't the case. 

"No, no, no," she said, forcing a smile. "Nothing quite that dramatic, I'm afraid. I just got shot down, that's all." 

"Shot down? Sorry to hear that," I said quietly. "By whom, if you don't mind telling me?" 

"Um...none other than our own resident sexpot accountant, Jane Smith." She looked at me sheepishly. "I took a shot. She's so fucking hot, I would really like to get a piece of that, so I asked her out. She turned me down, politely, of course, and said she was very flattered, but she wasn't interested in women."

My brain had made it as far as her asking Jane out, then jumped ahead to images of the tall, busty brunette writhing under Helen's talented tongue. It was quite a picture, causing my dick to swell, and my mouth to drop open again. 

"Jesus, Gary...don't be such a Neanderthal," she laughed, reading my expression correctly. "I said she turned me down, remember?" 

Yes, I thought, but now I have this image stuck in my head. Thanks for that. As if I didn't have enough fantasies about her already. 

The next day, my new imagery was put to the test. Her she came, teetering past on her high heels, a knowing smile on her face, and a bright sparkle in those blue eyes. She was making things especially hard today (pardon the pun) as her jacket had been left in her office. She had a file folder in one hand and a coffee in the other. 

I saw her as soon as she rounded the corner. I have eyes that immediately notice a certain movement...an ex-girlfriend called it my 'boob-dar', or boob radar...and Jane was definitely not running in stealth mode. I don't know what fabric her smoky grey blouse was made of, but it hung like curtains over her full breasts, announcing every little twitch, bounce and jiggle loudly. 

She saw me, trying desperately to avert my eyes, and slowed as she passed. She made eye contact and smiled, nodding slightly, and breathing a quiet greeting. 

"Hello, Gary." 

That was it, just two words, my first experience with her heavenly, lilting voice. She caught me off guard, and didn't stop her passage, so by the time I formulated a response, she was out of range. I stopped and turned, which only got me a great view of her sexy ass wiggling a few steps, before she turned slightly, and smiled again. She was toying with me, that much was clear. Still, the game might be fun. 

This 'ships that pass in the hall' routine continued for weeks, a few times each week, and our eye contact grew a little longer each time. 

I was in my office one Monday, pecking at my keyboard in my usual manner, when a knock got my attention. I looked up to see Jane standing in my doorway. It was the first time I had seen her other than in passing, and I wondered what was up. 

"I have a few questions about this item on your expense report," she said, her voice a symphony to my ears. The first words other than a few simple greetings, her speech was delightful, yet businesslike. "Do you have a minute for me?" 

Do I have a minute for you? I thought. Are you kidding? Of course, take all the time you want. 

"Please," I gestured to the chair, "take a seat. What's the question?" Why, yes, I'd love to see you naked. Thank you for asking. 

"Nothing major," she said, placing the report on my desk. She leaned forward, pointing to the item in question, while I fought valiantly to keep from letting my eyes go to her items in question. I believe you can guess what those would be, and given that this was my first opportunity to sneak a peek down her blouse, I really, really wanted that peek. "Here...this item...La Roberge..."she said, tapping the paper with a perfectly manicured fingertip. Her nail polish, a deep, sexy red, gleamed in the light. I kept my gaze on the paper, until she asked her question. 

"That's a restaurant, I assume...you've got it listed under client entertainment?" she asked. I shifted my eyes from her fingers, to her eyes, flitting briefly past the view I so desperately wanted to spend some time appreciating. Looking at her eyes and face from this close was enchanting as well. Her lips were eminently kissable, so full, pouty and moist, coloured to match her nails. Her eyes, so wide and expressive, were an incredible icy blue, framed by the black rectangular plastic of her glasses, which looked surprisingly sexy on her. When those eyes looked down again, I took advantage of the shift, and got that peek I wanted. Oh my god. 

Her breasts hung like two ripe cantaloupes in her bra, with an unbelievably wide open gap of cleavage. My mouth started to water at the thought of those boobs. 

"Um, yes, it's a restaurant," I confirmed. 

Oh, okay," she smiled. "I'd just never heard of it, and needed to check. Nice place?" 

"Actually, yes...quite nice. French, kind of romantic for a client meeting, but the Savards are French and wanted to try it out. His wife loved it."

"Got their business?" she asked. 

"Oh yeah. Mission accomplished," I laughed. "No problem." 

"Good," she said quietly, folding her papers and standing up. My goodness, she was a stunner. "Nice to finally talk to you, officially, that is." Her eyes sparkled, as did her smile, and she walked out. I might have just imagined it, but it seemed like she swung that luscious rear end a bit more than usual as she did. 

From that point on, our interactions were friendlier. When we passed each other, she had a genuine smile for me, and the previous two word greetings were replaced with actual conversation. As I spent more and more time around her, I became smitten, with the idea of being with her, anyway. She was so beautiful, and sexy, I knew I couldn't be alone in that emotion. 

Oh well, it was just a fantasy, after all. 

***

The display on my desk phone said 'Smith ext.4424'. 

"Twice in three days," I mumbled to myself, "must be my lucky week." I lifted the receiver. 

"Hello Gary," Jane said. "I just have one more question for you about that restaurant we talked about on Monday." 

"La Roberge? Sure. What can I tell you?" I asked. 

"Not a business question, really. I was thinking of going there on Friday night. You made it sound quite interesting. What's good on the menu?" Her voice was casual and friendly. 

We talked about the fare for a few minutes, with her asking about this item, and that entrée. She was obviously looking at the menu online while we talked, as she had very specific questions about very specific dishes. I did my best, but my information was limited to the things I had seen during the previous dinner. 

"Thanks Gary," she laughed, "I think that about covers it." 

"Got a hot date?" I asked, curious about her motivation. 

"Maybe," she replied. "I haven't actually asked him yet." When she continued, there was a deep, sexy purr to her voice. "7 sound good?" 

Okay, yes, I really am that dense at times. It took me a few seconds to realize that the 'him' she hadn't asked yet was me. 

"Gary?" she giggled, "you there?" 

Damn, she got me again! She's constantly causing me to vapour lock when I talk to her. 

"Gary?" 

"Yes, sorry...I'm here," I blurted. "Of course, 7 sounds fine. Meet you there?" I asked, as my brain finally caught up. 

"No, I'll pick you up at 6:30," she said sweetly. "I'll get your address from HR. I look forward to it." The line went silent, and I sat there, staring at the receiver in my hand for a minute. 

I looked around for Rod Serling. Nope. I hung up the phone. It took a few seconds for the message to reach my dick. Date? Jane? Schwing! At least I was sitting, and the rock hard bulge in my pants was hidden. Several minutes later, I had managed to override the auto erection mode, and got my hormones under control. The trip to Helen's office was quick. 

"What's the grin for?" Helen asked. 

"Um, I...uh, you probably won't believe me if I tell you," I laughed. "I'm not sure if I believe it myself." 

"Try me," she said. I told her everything.

"You're right. I don't believe it. What have you got that I don't?" she asked sourly. 

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I chuckled, gesturing toward my crotch, which was still somewhat bloated. "Weren't you paying attention in health class?" 

"Yeah, I was...but my teacher was a real babe, so I had other things on my mind," she giggled. "If you get some, I don't wanna know. Lucky bastard." 

So, I needed to kill the rest of Wednesday afternoon, then all of Thursday and Friday. I had a feeling my productivity was going to take a hit this week. Oh well. 

***

Friday. Oh heavenly Friday. I was in a stupor all day, staring at a clock that was conspiring with Jane to drive me insane. The clock was just not moving anywhere near fast enough for me, and Jane seemed to be everywhere I went. I swear I saw her more in one day than I had all month prior to that, and she was looking especially delicious. 

Of course, it might have been just my imagination...about the clock, I mean. I wasn't imagining Jane. I wasn't imagining her perfect ass in the hallway ahead of me, swaying hypnotically under her tight skirt. I wasn't imagining her large, quivering breasts jiggling past my office several more times than normal. Mostly, I wasn't imagining her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes.

She stopped at my doorway, standing silently, until I looked up from the work I was trying desperately to distract myself with. 

"We're still on for tonight?" she said quietly, licking her lips nervously. 

"Absolutely," I replied, equally nervous, but hopefully showing it less. I admit, this was the first time a gorgeous woman had asked me out. I was usually the 'asker', not the 'askee'. I was also usually unsuccessful. It was a new world. 

"Good. I'm looking forward to dinner, and getting to know you better," she whispered. "See you at 6:30." 

That conversation did nothing to speed up the damn clock. All it did was give me an uncomfortable erection. Again. 

The clock did eventually move, crawling toward lunchtime, when Helen stopped by to take me out for lunch. 

"Come on, lover boy. Let's go eat," she laughed. "We can talk about your plans for tonight." 

I let Helen lead, picking the restaurant, and just following her blindly. Well, not completely blind. I mentioned before that she was quite attractive, and it's true, but since she was a friend, I tended to overlook her obvious sexiness. Blonde, with nice perky tits and a world class rump, she normally attracted all sorts of male attention. Of course, I was privy to her sexual orientation, and knew they were barking up the wrong tree. 

The restaurant she picked was one we'd been to several times before. The food was good, and the service was pretty quick, but I knew that those factors were secondary ones in her choice. Usually, when we went there, it was to check out the serving staff, most of which were more delectable than anything on the menu. Girl watching with a lesbian wingman was always fun. 

Today, she would be doing most of the ogling on her own. Jane's influence extended beyond the confines of the office, and I found myself daydreaming about what might happen tonight. 

"Holy shit, Gary...look at these," Helen whispered, nodding to the left just as our server walked up. I tuned in just as the redhead cruised to a stop beside our table. All the girls here wore the same thing : black skirt, and a white blouse. The colour scheme was the same, but the garments themselves were not, so there were varying lengths to the skirts, and various necklines to their tops. Our waitress was filling hers quite nicely...very nicely, in fact...and the white fabric was stretched tightly across her bustine, testing the strength of the buttons, half of which were undone anyway. I can only assume she knew her target lunch audience, and was operating on the theory that showing her tits led to bigger tips. She was probably right. 

With our orders placed, we watched her ass wiggle off to the kitchen. Helen turned to me and smiled. 

"She's new. I'd remember a piece of ass like that if I'd met her before," she laughed. "Pretty impressive tits. Makes me thirsty." 

"You going to take a shot?" I asked. "Maybe she's a switch hitter?" I still sometimes had a difficult time believing that any beautiful woman could ignore men completely, despite the fact that I was eating lunch with one who did. 

"Maybe. Probably not today, though," she said. "Just met, so I don't want to scare her off." 

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," I replied. "Hey, maybe she'll ask you out!" 

"Hah! " she scoffed. "I think you've used up all that luck for both of us. You nervous?" 

"Scared shitless!" I admitted. "I'm not used to being the pursued. It's like going on a date with you!" 

"You should be so lucky," she giggled, adjusting her rack with a smile. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Just let her take advantage of you." She winked. "Seriously, just relax. It's no different really. If you had asked her, would you be any less nervous?" 

"Probably not," I nodded. 

"So, there you go. Good luck, have fun, and take pictures!" she laughed, winking again. 

I actually felt more relaxed. The redhead, whose name was Giselle, brought our food out promptly and gave both of us another eyeful of her major melons. It's quite possible that her tits were bigger than Jane's, but not by much, and she didn't have Jane's overall effect on me. 

Lunch passed quickly, and before I knew it, we were walking back to the office, leaving me with three and a half hours to kill. Shit. 

***

I ducked out of work early. Well, it was Friday afternoon, and I was far from alone in that strategy. 

I went past Jane's office just in case things had changed, and found her working away. I hadn't been here before, and was surprised to see her at her desk, resting her boobs on the edge as she wrote a note in her ledger. Definitely an attention getter. 

"I'm heading out," I said quietly. "See you in a few hours." 

"I'll be there," she smiled as she looked up. "I like my men prompt," she laughed, "so don't keep me waiting." Her smile told me it was a facetious warning, but I would be waiting impatiently anyway. 

***

My heart was pounding. As it turns out, leaving work early did nothing to calm my nerves, and the clock at home didn't move any faster than the one at work did. 

I rubbed one out, to take the edge off. I cleaned up the apartment, and sprayed the living shit out of the place with air freshener, just in case. I had a shower. Finally, at last, the clock read 6:20, and I headed down to the lobby to wait the last few minutes there. 

So now I'm outside, trying to be prompt without looking desperate, when a black Mercedes 550SL rolls up. It was some car, and as I drooled over it, the passenger side window dropped smoothly with a gentle whir. 

"Hi!" came the voice of an angel from inside. I bent down and looked in. 

As if she wasn't intimidating enough to start with, she has to drive one of these, too? I made eye contact. 

This was not the same Jane that floated effortlessly through the halls at the office. That Jane kept her hair pulled back, and her cleavage under wraps. Her skirts were long, and her shoes, while tall, were sensible 

This Jane was smoking hot, and she wasn't afraid to flaunt it. 

For starters, her hair was down, tumbling in luxuriant, loose curls around and over her shoulders. It appeared that she was wearing the quintessential little black dress, that showed a fair bit of firm, muscular thigh through a side slit, but was cut short enough to be eye catching anyway. The top half was equally revealing, but I tried not to stare...at least not yet. 


No Accounting for Taste Pt. 02



The lovely Jane Smith has returned. 

I hope you enjoy this installment. Please cast your votes when you're finished, and send me your thoughts. 

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"Mmmm, that's lovely," Jane breathed softly, as I nuzzled her neck from behind. I had one arm draped over her hip, with my hand cupping a full, soft breast in a gentle caress. She was grinding her smooth rump back against my rapidly stiffening dick. 

After we had eaten breakfast, she coaxed me back into the bedroom, again, where she had orchestrated another session of passionate sexual pleasure. I'd never had such an intense start to a relationship before. The heat was building, and each of our four couplings had been more electric than those that preceded. Following the fireworks, we'd both just expired in each other's embrace, and now we were waking up again. Five is a nice number, too. 

Jane reached down, and found my hard cock, guiding it to the moist entrance of her vagina. Wriggling her rear end, she eased herself over my shaft, moaning softly, and turning her head as far as she could. I met her lips with mine, and pressed deeper into her. 

"Oh, that's so good," she whispered, undulating her hips as I searched out a rhythm of strokes that worked for both of us. I didn't take me long to get into the groove, and I went back to nibbling on her neck, while she moaned her delight. Now with both arms around her firm body, I held her tight, fondling her breasts, teasing her nipples to full height, and feeling her excitement rising. Her breathing was quivering, a sound I loved to hear from my bedmate. "More," she hissed. 

What a coincidence. 'More' was exactly what I had in mind. 

I gave it to her... slowly, gently, with sensuality...drilling against the firm cushioning of her, in my opinion, perfect ass. We weren't fucking right now. We were sharing a moment of soul-bonding passion. We were making love. 

Jane's body felt so natural in my arms. Smooth, soft skin, so warm to the touch, was everywhere my hands and lips went. I'm glad she liked getting her neck nuzzled, because it was going on my list of favourite things to do. I kept doing it, and she kept breathing these soft, satisfied sighs. Her pussy told me she was happy as well, getting hotter, and wetter. 

I was varying my pace, on occasion, switching from smooth gentle strokes to quick, ravenous spears into her receptive pussy. I wanted to prolong her enjoyment, holding off gratification until we were both about to lose our minds. It was winding her up nicely, and gave me the opportunity to pull back from the precipice each time I was nearly ready to spray her. Jane tapped my hip, and I released her, letting her spin around to face me. There was a playful grin on her face. 

She kissed me, and rolled on her back, dragging me on top of her. I felt her hand, as she guided my dick back into her cunt. She groaned as I reached bottom. 

"Oh yes, that's it baby. Push that big fucking cock all the way into me," she hissed, grabbing my ass with both hands. Her legs came up, wrapping around my hips. Obviously, her intent was to keep me close. I was fine with that. Her kisses were like heaven, and you don't want to leave heaven, do you? 

She gave me one last nibble, and laid back, fixing me with a lusty gaze. 

"It's nice from behind," she purred, "but I like the slow, deep, loving stuff like this... face to face, so I can see your eyes, and taste your lips." Her hands caressed my neck, and shoulders, dallying in my hair, while she gave me her smoky look. "Now, make love to me darling. Give it to me long, smooth and sexy." 

I had to agree, while fucking her from behind was fun, it really was better like this. I really enjoyed watching her face...her beautiful, expressive face, and succulent lips...as I probed her depths. Her eyes were sparkling with life, and widened slightly each time I drove my shaft into her. I had the added sensation of her big melons against my chest, as I slowly stroked into her, by simply rolling my hips back and forth. 

Her eyes told me everything I needed to know, begging for more wordlessly, but Jane wasn't shy about telling me anyway. Her voice was a soft, trembling whisper of lust. 

"Mmmmm, I do so love the way your big cock stretches my pussy wide open," she breathed. "Yes, that's so good, baby. Push it deeper. Ahhhh, so fucking big. You really touch all the bases, honey. I love it slow like this...not all the time, of course. Sometimes, a real hard shafting is just what a girl wants...to get fucked and used like a cheap whore. But sometimes," she kissed me gently, "with the right man, it's nice to be treated like a lady." Her lips quivered as she kissed me again. I guess I was the right man. I could get used to this. 

"Ooooooo, give me more, baby," she whispered. "I'm so close. Harder, please, and faster. Fuck my little cunt! Make me cum, please!" 

Oh, thank god she asked for it, because my strategy was nearly about to backfire on me. I had wanted to make her beg, by doing her slowly., and that had worked. I didn't count on it getting to me every bit as much as her, and had been fighting back the tide for a while. Much longer and I would have exploded inside her, without getting her off, and I didn't want to do that. 

I started to give her what she wanted, pounding her deeply, harder and faster as I went. The loud 'slap, slap, slap' of colliding flesh filled the room, mixing with Jane's moans, groans and encouraging words. Jane's hands pushed up on my shoulders, and I perched up higher at her suggestion, letting me thrash her harder still. 

Since she was a self described 'straightforward type of girl', she knew what she wanted, and I'm happy to say that was me. Well, currently, a particular part of me. 

"Do it!... Give me... that big... fucking... cock!... Fuck... me... baby!" she grunted, receiving my thrusts gratefully, if not quietly. "Fuck!... uhn... uhn...uhn...FUCK!... YES!... YES!" She was suddenly silent, as though someone had hit the mute button. 

Her eyes narrowed into agonized slits, and her mouth opened wide, as she curled her lips into a snarl of pleasure, wrinkling her nose. Her back arched, and she clawed at my shoulders, then found her voice again. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHNNNN! FUUUUCK YESSSSS!" she shrieked, while I continued to stroke into her desperately grasping pussy, which was oozing her delicious honey all over my balls. I growled the approach of my own climax, and Jane's eyes opened wide. 

"My tits!" she gasped, cupping them and holding them up for me. "Cum on my tits! Spray that hot cum all over them again! I love it!" 

I nodded, and gave her a few final frantic spears, then yanked my dick out of her oozing gash. I watched her eyes lock onto the slippery head of my cock, and her face took on a desperate, wanton grin. She watched me stroking it, looking down the barrel of the loaded gun, while she juggled her delicious boobs in the target zone. 

"FUUUUCK!" I grunted, and the deluge began. 

Okay, so my calculations were a little off. So sue me. Jane didn't seem to mind. 

The first rope hit her right on the lips, splashing across her chin and cheek. Too much pressure in the system, I guess, but after that initial misfire, I was right on the mark, dumping the rest of my cargo on her breasts. It pooled in her cleavage, coating her skin like sour cream icing. Her erect nipples poked up through the translucent goo, and Jane began to play with the slippery discharge, massaging it into her globes. 

"Nice shooting," she giggled, and licked her lips. "Mmmm. The next load goes right here," she whispered, pointing at her extended tongue. 

Okay. I can live with that. 

***

It was the motion of the bed that woke me this time, and I opened my eyes to see Jane's face, smiling down at me. She was dressed again, for the first time since her arrival last night. 

"There's my baby," she laughed. "I couldn't bring myself to wake you. You're so cute and peaceful when you're sleeping. I left you my address on the kitchen counter, and I'm going home to get changed. Meet me there about 6?" she asked. 

"Um, sure," I replied, sitting up a little, with difficulty. She was like alcohol ; too much Jane had physical consequences. Please fuck responsibly. "What time is it?" 

"Almost 4," she said. "I thought we'd see that movie we didn't see last night, catch a late bite, and spend the night at my apartment, if that's okay with you?" 

As far as I was concerned, anything that ended with 'spend the night' with her was just fine. I had started this with the attitude that a one night stand was perfectly acceptable, but now that I had sampled Jane's luscious charms, I was hooked. I wanted more nights like last night. As many as she'd give me. 

"Okay, I'll be there at 6," I nodded. She leaned over and gave me a wonderful send off kiss, then fluttered her fingertips at me and left the room. I heard the door open, and close. 

"Almost 4," I breathed, laying back in bed, and rubbing my face. Less than a day together, and already, she had worn me out. Five times. Five exquisite, soul-touching, spectacular times. 

Jane Smith, sex goddess, was already becoming more to me. 

***

I arrived at the address on the paper in my hand, just a few minutes before 6. This, I was not expecting. Jane lived right downtown, only about ten blocks from our office, which accounted (sorry for the pun) for her driving her car so little. The building was easily twenty stories high, and very impressive. 

I walked into the opulent, marble encrusted lobby, and was greeted by, of all things, a doorman / security guard in a suit. He was a great, hulking beast, who couldn't have looked more military if he was wearing a sign around his neck that said 'Jarhead'. 

"Good evening, Sir," he rumbled. "May I ask who you are visiting, this evening?" 

"Jane Smith," I replied, and he punched a few buttons.

"Ms. Smith...I have a visitor here... Are you expecting him?" he asked. "Yes, Ma'am, I'll send him up." He handed me a key card, and gestured to the right. "Elevator four. Just swipe this in the card reader, and it will take you right to her floor," he directed. 

This was definitely a first for me. I'd never known anyone who lived in a building like this before. I went to the elevators, and the doors to number four opened as I approached, welcoming me in. I swiped the card. 

"Thank you," the elevator said, and began to rise quickly. When the doors opened, I stepped out into a wide hallway. There was one door to the left, and another to the right, with both numbers starting with '23'. The door to the left opened, and Jane's smiling face peeked out. 

"Over here," she laughed, waving at me. "You found it okay?" 

"Um, yeah," I replied, still looking around, a bit dumbstruck. "First the Mercedes, now this?" 

"Not bad, is it?" she asked, ushering me inside the apartment. 

That wasn't quite accurate...it wasn't an apartment...it was a penthouse, sky house actually, with two levels, and massive walls of glass looking out over the city centre. 

"Jane? Just how rich is your family?" I gasped. 

"Well, let's just say we're comfortable," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. When she came up for air, she gave me a huge smile. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not rich...at least not yet. My parents let me stay here, since they're only in town occasionally. The Mercedes was Dad being extravagant with a gift, and was a one time thing. Other than that, I'm just a regular girl."

"I don't know how to tell you this, baby," I laughed, "but there's nothing regular about you!" I held her close, caressing her back, and noticing that she was not wearing a bra tonight, which made me take closer notice of her outfit. Painted on jeans accentuated every nuance and curve of her sumptuous ass, while a light tan t-shirt did the same to her upper body. Her 'regular girl' clothes only made her sexiness even more obvious, or maybe it was the bullet points of her nipples that did it. She kissed me again to thank me for the compliment. 

"Let's go. We're only four blocks from the theatre, so I thought a little walk would be nice," she whispered, still looking deep into my eyes, her lips inches from mine. She smelled wonderful, a combination of freshly laundered hair and lilacs. I didn't want to let her out of my arms, but as long as she was with me, I'd let her take the lead. She grabbed her purse, and we walked out to the elevator. I couldn't help noticing the sexy jiggle that every step caused. It was going to be a fun evening. 

Moments later, we were on the street, walking quite leisurely along the sidewalk, her arm locked in mine. There weren't that many other people walking toward us, but I watched as every pair of male eyes that did approach were drawn inexorably to Jane's quivering chest. I could understand why, as I was equally drawn to the same thing out of the corner of my own eye.

It took us perhaps fifteen minutes to make it to the theatre, and we chatted idly along the way. As we approached the front doors, she smiled and asked me if I had been here before. 

"What's the difference between this and any other theatre," I asked, shaking my head. 

"Well," she laughed, "for starters, this is an adult theatre." 

"Really?" I said, surprised, misunderstanding her answer. 

"Not that kind of 'adult theatre'," she giggled, "although that could be fun, too!" She opened the door. "What I mean is, it's a theatre for adults only. No kids. So, they serve food and drinks directly to your seat." 

I had heard of this, but never been. The idea of having more than a soda and popcorn while watching a movie was appealing. When we got into the actual screening room, it became even more appealing, as I saw the seats were essentially reclining love seats, with no centre armrest. Jane would be snuggled against me for the whole movie. I now had a new favourite theatre, and a new favourite movie buddy. 

We took our seats, and were approached by a staff member, whose job description more closely resembled that of a waitress, rather than an usher. Pretty and blonde, she bent from the waist to talk to us, treating both of us to a lingering view of her considerable cleavage. Perhaps cocktail waitress would be more accurate. Drinks were ordered first, and Casey, as her name tag told us, left to let us peruse the menu. It was basic pub fare, nothing as elegant as last night's meal at La Roberge, but escargot doesn't really go well with popcorn anyway. 

We decided on a little of everything. Casey smiled when she returned with our drinks, and resumed her 'display of breasts' position while she jotted down our order. Another smile, and she was off again. 

"I think she's trying for a bigger tip," Jane giggled, once Casey was out of sight. 

"I believe you are correct," I replied, eyeing Jane from the chest up. "What are you fishing for?" Her nipples were threatening to break through the fabric of her shirt, excitement and air conditioning having conspired to make them as hard as little diamonds. I let my eyes flick down as I said it, and she giggled again, like a little girl caught being naughty. 

"Already caught it," she whispered leaning closer, and caressing my crotch softly. "It's a keeper!" Her mouth was on mine a second later, and we spent a few minutes sucking happily on each others tongues. A few more patrons began to filter in, but most just ignored us, and went to their seats to do the same, as the mood arose. 

We were snuggling quietly when Casey returned with our food. She brought help, since no one person could have carried our considerable order. Wings, fried mozzarella sticks, veggies with dip, chicken strips, sliders,... all manner of finger food, and popcorn, chocolate and sodas, of course. Our swing-out tray tables were full by the time their hands were empty, and I gave her the tip her tits deserved, making her even more attentive to our needs for the duration. 

The movie itself was good, but to be honest, I was more interested in Jane. We fed each other, snuggled, caressed, and stole kisses frequently. I especially loved the way she licked wing sauce off my fingers, as though she was practicing for licking another part of my body. Her hand spent a fair amount of time teasing my crotch, while mine seemed permanently joined to the soft side of her breast. It was fun, and I enjoyed the feeling of her soft curves pressed into my side. She was resting her head against my chest, which put her fragrant hair right under my nose. As cuddles go, it was heavenly. 

The movie finally ended, and we remained in our seats, watching the credits, even as the other patrons filed out. I normally do this anyway, but tonight, I had the additional motivation of Jane's beautiful body pressed against me, a feeling I was reluctant to relinquish, even temporarily. I also thought a few extra minutes to allow my erection to dwindle might be wise, as long as she would cooperate by ceasing her teasing caresses. She did, and we stood to leave. 

We exited the theatre, walking slowly, arm-in-arm though the lobby, and out into the warm night air. She was uncharacteristically quiet, holding my arm tight against the full globe of her right breast. We made it about halfway home, and were waiting for a break in traffic to cross the street, when I looked over at her. Her smile was interrupted as a raindrop splashed across her forehead. 

"Oh shit," she laughed, as the heavens opened up. Within seconds, we were caught in the downpour, without shelter. Jane made an initial attempt to protect herself with her hand, but it was like trying to block Niagara Falls with a paper drink umbrella, and she finally just shrugged, accepting her fate. At least the rain was warm, but it still had its inevitable effect on her clothing, plastering the thin cotton to her breasts nearly instantly. She started to laugh again, tilting her head back to face the sky and spinning with arms extended, like a giddy little girl. Okay...a not-so-little girl, who would win any wet t-shirt contest she ever entered. 

I stepped over and took her into my arms again. It was like something out of a movie, but it felt so good, as we embraced in the rain, kissing each other passionately, on the sidewalk within feet of the passing traffic. A few cars honked encouragement, and Jane waved in thanks, but never pulled away. We stood, locked in each other's arms, for the duration of the cloudburst. It may have only been a few minutes, but it seemed like a few minutes of heaven. The drops petered out almost as fast as they had begun. 

We were both soaked, of course, but Jane felt the chill before I did, for obvious reasons, and with equally obvious indicators. Yes, the high beams were on, and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders as we set out to cover the last two blocks back to her apartment. By the time we got there, she was shivering. 

The security guard nodded as we passed him in the lobby, but didn't say anything, merely smiling tightly. I'm sure he saw Jane's erect nipples, but we had other thoughts to deal with. I used my key card to get us as far as her front door, and she unlocked it, allowing us in. She was shivering even more now, her perfect teeth chattering. 

"We need to get you warm," I whispered. "Where's the shower?"

"Up... s s s stairs," she said, burrowing into my arms, searching for warmth. 

I guided her up the curved flight, and she led through the bedroom, into the bathroom, with its elegant marble and huge glass shower stall. I reached in and started the water, while she resumed her cuddle against my chest. 

Getting her out of her wet clothes would be a struggle, and take too much time, so I just walked us both in under the warm spray. We were both already drenched anyway, so we really couldn't get any wetter, but at least this water would alleviate the chill. Jane's shivers lessened, and she moaned softly, nuzzling her cheek against me, as the warm water cascaded down over us. She looked at me through water speckled glasses, and smiled. 




No Accounting for Taste Pt. 02



"That's much better," she breathed, "thank you. Now we need to get these clothes off." 

Her hands worked, undoing my shirt and peeling it off, before taking aim at my pants. I kicked my shoes off...we were both still wearing them...then stepped out of my pants as Jane pushed them down my legs , dragging my socks off, too. With me down to my underwear, it was my turn to bare her. 

Skinny jeans are hell to remove at the best of times. Wet skinny jeans had to be worse. Yup, they were glued to her, and it took both of us tugging, and her wriggling her ass to get them off. It was exhausting, but funny, and we both ended up laughing loudly when the wet denim finally hit the floor with a 'splat'. She peeled her panties off, and tossed them aside, peeking at me over her glasses. The look in her eyes led me to believe that she was no longer feeling chilled ; in fact quite the opposite. She took her glasses off, placing them on the small shelf in the shower wall. My underwear was getting tight anyway, so I dropped them on the floor. 

What is it about a beautiful, busty woman in a wet t-shirt that drives men crazy? The answer to that question was rendered irrelevant, as Jane stood there, under the spray of water, her shirt moulded to her curves, nearly transparent. It was so sexy. She stepped into my arms again, and our lips met. 

I was beginning to think that kissing her was the best part of having a relationship with her, which should be in no way viewed as a negative review of making love with her. She was fantastic in bed, but without doubt the most sensuous kisser I'd ever met. 

She was moaning into my mouth, now, enjoying the warmth of my embrace and the water. I had one hand on her ass, while the other softly caressed the side of her breast. I wanted to get at her boobs, with my lips, but the shirt was in the way. Hmmmm. What to do? 

I grabbed the fabric at the neckline, one hand on either side of the shallow 'V', and pulled. Jane's eyes widened in surprise as the thin cotton shredded loudly, opening a gap down to her navel. 

"Oh my god, yes!" she groaned, her mouth gaping in lust. "Tear it off me, darling! Take what you want!" 

I pinned her to the wall, and bent to encircle her left nipple with my mouth, suckling madly. Placing my foot between hers, I spread her legs, and slipped two fingers up into her pussy, feeling the juicy heat that lived there. She just leaned her head back and moaned, letting me ravish her at my leisure. I probed her deeply, finding the small rough patch that I was seeking, and pressing firmly against it. My thumb found her clit, flicking rapidly back and forth. I kept up the assault for a few minutes, before her moans became words. 

"Oh fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnn! Fuck!" she gasped. Her body shook, and she grabbed my head, pulling it closer to her breast, while I continued to finger her cunt furiously. "Shit! Garrrrrry... I'm cummmmmming!" It's a good thing I had a good grip on her, because she bucked on my fingers, nearly wrenching herself away as she came. Her legs wobbled, splayed wider on the wet floor of the shower, then gave out, letting her slide down the glass wall. I eased her down, until we were both sitting on the floor, blinking at each other in the spray. 

"That...was inter...esting," she breathed softly, before kissing me. Her arms came up around my neck, holding me close, and she gazed into my eyes between kisses. When she released me, I stood up, and reached down to help her stand as well. She grinned up at me, and bypassed my hand...to take hold of my nearly fully erect penis. "My turn," she whispered, and clambered to her knees. 

The sensation of her lips sliding along my shaft was incredible. She looked up at me, those blue eyes wide open and expressing her lust. She started to bob her head in a gentle rhythm that had her long, wet hair swinging in wide arcs around her face. Now, I could do nothing but lean back against the glass, and accept her attentions. Her hands were busy fondling my ass and caressing my balls. 

When she first tried to suck my cock...my god, it was only last night, but the intervening hours had been so intense, it felt like longer...she had tried to deep-throat me. She was no more successful this time, but was content to swallow the three quarters of my length that did fit in her mouth. She may have been unhappy that she wasn't able to gobble my whole dick, but I was in rapture at the pleasure she was giving me. She kept it going, and soon it was having the desired and predictable effect on me.  

"Oh yes baby, suck my cock...just like that! You're gonna make me cum!" I groaned. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" I repeated, putting my hands on both sides of her head, and reflexively pumping my dick into her drooling mouth. "Here. It. Cums!" I growled, exploding down her throat, gushing hot jism as fast as she could swallow it. She moaned happily, sucking up every drop. 

Now, it was my turn to be wobbly, but I managed to wedge myself in the corner of the shower stall to stabilize myself until the tingles left my legs. Jane reached up, and I helped her to her feet. I turned off the water, and followed her out, into the embrace of a soft towel, which I shared with her. She was still wearing the remnants of her t-shirt, but that was quickly tossed aside. 

"Why don't you go lie down, baby?" she asked quietly. "I'll throw our clothes in the laundry, and join you in a moment." 

When she came back, she found me snuggled deep under the covers of her bed, peeking out at her. The bedroom was equally luxurious, matching the portions of the apartment I had seen so far, and the bed itself was huge. She smiled, and slid in beside me. 

"I have something I'd like to say, and I hope it doesn't come out wrong," she whispered, settling in on her side facing me. My eyes were pulled to her boobs again, as her position put her perfect breasts atop each other, looking so mouth watering. She put her hand on my chest, and traced her fingers playfully. 

"Well," I laughed, "You're a straight forward type of girl, right? Just say it, and we'll sort it out as we go." She giggled at my use of her own words, and leaned over to kiss me. 

"Okay...you're not quite what I expected," she began, then realized she'd better finish that sentence, before it took on negative connotations. "What I mean is, when I asked you to dinner, I was expecting you to be like most of the other guys I go out with."

"And how is that?" I asked. 

"Hmmmm," she laughed, "Let's see...I usually get one of two extremes. Either full of bravado and bullshit, or intimidated and angry."

"Well, I can understand them being intimidated," I said, letting my eyes caress her face. "I don't know if you noticed this or not, but you're rather exceptionally beautiful, and you have the body of men's dreams..." 

I would have continued my complimentary assessment of her, but she very rudely interrupted me with her tongue, jamming it enthusiastically into my mouth. A few minutes of extremely adoring kisses were exchanged, before she pulled away. 

"I'm sorry...you were saying?" she laughed. 

"I have no fucking idea!" I grunted, rolling my eyes. "Why don't you continue...if I ever figure out what I was saying, I'll let you know." 

"Okay," she nodded, having effectively ended my effusive commentary without having to feign modesty. "You are different. You speak your mind. You actually listen. Most interestingly, you didn't mind that I beat you to the punch, asking you out before you could ask me."

I thought briefly about making up some excuse about that, but decided there was nothing to be gained by attempting to save face. The false bravado she disliked could only end in disaster. 

"Honestly, Jane," I replied, looking her straight in the eye, "I don't think I would have ever worked up the courage to ask you. Like I said, you can be a bit intimidating...and don't try to distract me with your kisses, again!" She giggled, and looked away sheepishly, her game uncovered. "It's not that I didn't want to, or that I don't find you attractive. I'm sure the activities of the last day or so must have made that clear. It's just that you really are just so very beautiful, and sexy...it's hard to believe you'd be available, let alone interested in someone like me. And of course, there's always the whole 'sexual harassment' thing, which always seems to get in the way."

"Oh no!" she gasped, with a cheeky grin. "Are you going to file a complaint against me?" 

"Hmmmm, I don't know. I suppose I could be persuaded not to. How badly do you want to keep your job? What's it worth to you?" Two could be cheeky. 

Her lips were back, pressed warmly on mine. The fullness of her big breasts felt wonderful on my chest, and one leg hooked over my hip to keep me close. She broke away at last, and gazed at me deeply. 

"Would you like to do something special?" she breathed, licking her lips hopefully. 

"Everything with you is special," I whispered back. She smiled, and slid smoothly out of bed, reaching into the bedside drawer to retrieve something, then extending her hand for me to follow. 

I did so, and took her hand as she led out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and across the large living /dining room. It did seem a bit strange to be nude in such a large space, but I wasn't alone. She paused at the glass doors that led out onto the balcony, and flicked the lights off, then slid the door open. 

The sounds of downtown life flooded in, along with the warm breeze, and she led out into the darkness. 

Many thoughts struck me at once. First, it wasn't a balcony ; it was more of a deck, about thirty feet square. Second, while this building was pretty tall, it wasn't the tallest, and even though most of the taller buildings were business oriented, and empty at this time of day, anyone who cared to look would be able to see us, naked in the night air. 

Third...I kind of liked the idea of an al fresco fuck, with a potential audience, and my dick hardened even faster than it had been. That was something of a surprise, but this whole situation was surprising. 

There were four large lounges on the deck, and Jane directed me to one of them. I laid back, my hard cock pointing skyward, toward the sprinkling of stars in the black sky, and she immediately straddled me, one foot on either side of the lounge. She squatted, looking down at me with a lusty grin, until her puffy, drooling pussy met the head, when she gasped, and tossed her head back, dropping slowly until my thick shaft had filled her completely. 

"Mmmmm, that's what my little pussy wanted," she moaned, "your nice, hard cock!" 

I let her ride me at her own pace, watching her boobs quiver and shake with each stroke. There was more than enough ambient light to see the details of her body, and wondered if we were actually being watched. Hmmmm, that gives me an idea, I thought. 

"Jane," I began, looking up at her gorgeous form and face, silhouetted against the backdrop of stars, "just think about the people in the other buildings...watching you riding my cock..." Her eyes opened wide, and she gasped sharply. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" she hissed. "Tell me more!" 

"All these people," I gestured to the buildings around us. Most were a couple of blocks away, but there was one on the next block, an office building, that was closer. "All watching your perfect breasts bouncing, wishing they were me, feeling that hot cunt sliding up and down on my shaft."

"Uhn, uhhhhn... fuck! More!" 

"Think of all the guys, Jane, their cocks getting hard. They want to fuck you," I said, and she groaned again, grinding her clit against the steely base of my dick. "They take out their hard tools, and they jerk off...they're doing it now, stroking their cocks, imagining that they are the ones that are getting to fuck you... "

"Oh fuck! Yes baby...that's it...fuck, I'm so fucking hot! Don't stop...tell me more!" 

"Imagine them, gathered around you...all their cocks so hard as they jerk off. They're waiting for you to tell them what you want them to do, Jane," I taunted her. She was pounding up and down on me now. "Do you want them to cum on you, baby? Would you like them to shoot hot cum all over your big, beautiful tits?" 

"Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnn yes...I'm cummmmmming!" she shrieked, shuddering wildly. I grabbed her arms, stabilizing her as she came, so she wouldn't fall off me. If not for our previous shower session, I'm sure I would have been basting her insides by now.  

She dropped on my chest, gasping for breath, her massive jugs mashed between us. I love that feeling, so soft, yet full and resilient. I caressed her back and held her, letting her recover. It took a few minutes. Slowly she raised her head, sweeping the long brown hair out of her face. Her eyes had a glazed, dreamy look to them. 

"Mmmmm. I'm a bad girl, aren't I?" she giggled, rubbing her face. 

Jane lifted off my dick, looking over her shoulder at me as she did. Once standing, she staggered over to the glass railing of the deck. It was much higher than most railings, presumably because of the building's height, but she just leaned against it and peered down at the traffic, lights and mayhem that was the surrounding neighbourhood. 

From my seat, maybe fifteen feet away, I watched her, standing naked at the edge of the deck, the lights of the city rippling like water across her incredible curves. Her long hair was blowing in the breeze, giving her the appearance of the free spirit she truly was. 

I walked over to her, pressing my still rampant cock against her firm butt as I wrapped my arms around her. Her neck was conveniently positioned, and blown clear of brunette locks by the wind, so I took advantage, nibbling yet again on her smooth skin. She moaned, and wrapped my arms tighter, pulling my hands onto her breasts. 

"Fuck me, please," she whispered, leaning her head back against my shoulder. "Fuck me, right here, in front of the whole city." 

I reached under as she tiptoed, and guided my rod back into her dripping cunt. It was awkward, but we managed, and I banged her from behind with her big tits squashed against the thick glass. 

"Yeah, that's it baby...fuck my pussy! Do me hard!" she groaned, gripping the top edge of the chin high glass for balance. That's about when I slipped out of her, getting a little too rambunctious with my backstroke. I fumbled about, trying to find my way back in, but she had other ideas. 

"I think it's time to introduce your big cock to my ass," she said, reaching back and spreading her cheeks with both hands. "I brought the lube. It's on the table. Grease me up, and fuck my brains out!" 

Uh huh. So this is the 'something special', I thought. Not only doing her outside, under the stars, but getting to pound her ass, as well. Hot Damn! 

I'd only had one girlfriend who let me tap her ass. It had been a first for both of us, but I was the only one who enjoyed it, so we didn't repeat it. Jane apparently didn't share that feeling. I was back with the tube of lube in seconds, and applied a generous glob to both my dick and her pretty little service entrance. 

"Easy does it," she whispered. "That's a big piece of meat you've got there, so be gentle, okay?" 

"Of course, baby," I replied. 

"At least, be gentle until I tell you not to be," she said, winking over her shoulder at me. "I'm ready. Get to it!" 

I pressed the head of my dick firmly against her ass, feeling the tight little ring resist at first, then yield and admit the first inch of my intruder. With the door open, about half of my length slipped smoothly up her butt. 

"Oh good Jesus!" Jane groaned, tossing her hair back. "FUUUUCK!" She panted, a few short sharp snorts of air, and pressed back, forcing more of my pole up her ass. I watched as my dick disappeared into her rear end, until her cheeks nestled around my balls. "Hold it right there," she grunted through clenched teeth. "Sonofabitch! I'm stuffed!"

It only took about a minute for her to relax, but it took all my will to hold still. Standing there, in this situation, with my cock buried in the vice like embrace of her ass, I desperately wanted to fuck, but I didn't want to hurt her either. She pulled forward slowly, giving me a preview of the heavenly sensation that awaited me, then pushed back, until I was completely inside her again. 

"Mmmmm hmmm," she whispered, leaning back. She turned her head, begging for my lips, and I gave her what she wanted, kissing her passionately. She tangled her fingers in my hair, holding me close while our tongues were dancing with each other. "Okay," she breathed, when we broke away. "Fuck my ass, baby. Fuck it good." 

I took another look around, and was struck yet again by the absurdity of the situation. Here we were, naked, in flagrante delicto on a roof deck twenty-three stories above downtown traffic and the madding crowd, but below who knows how many sets of observing eyes in the taller buildings around us. Jane was mashing her huge hooters against the glass surrounding the deck, and my dick was planted firmly, deep in her bum. Just another day in paradise. I suppose my musings caused a noticeable pause, because Jane made a comment. 

"Ahem!... My ass isn't going to fuck itself!" she giggled, undulating her luscious bottom against my groin. One hand left the top edge of the glass rail, and began to work on her clit. 

"Yes, Ma'am!" I laughed, and snapped to it, beginning a shallow series of strokes into her, just a couple of inches each way to start, but getting longer and deeper each cycle. My grip on her hips tightened as my assault gained intensity. It quickly became obvious that she really liked it this way, as she told me all about it, in terms that left nothing to the imagination, and no room for misinterpretation. 

"Oh good lord, yes! Fuck my ass with your big dick! Oh yes...uh huh, uh huh...Oh fuck, yes baby! Pound that cock into my little ass! It's so good, you're gonna make me cum! Yes, fuck... Fuck... FUCK! FUUUUCK! YESSSSS!"

Jane's loquacious screams echoed through the night. It probably didn't carry very far, and despite my feeling of being on public display, we were likely well hidden by the darkness, but listening to her screech her enjoyment was adding to my own. 

"Gonna cum, baby!" she gasped, turning her head as far as she could to look at me. Her eyes were wide, begging for more. "Gonna fucking cum! Fuck my ass! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" Words became guttural screams, and she began to buck and writhe in my grasp, as a huge orgasm hit her. 

Her orgasm triggered mine, and semen rocketed up into her hot, tight ass, which made her cum harder, and scream louder, drowning out my own growls of joy. 

We stood there gasping for breath, and winding down from our respective climaxes. Jane was resting her forehead on the top edge of the glass, moaning softly, while I held on to her hips and braced against her. 

"Okay... " she breathed, still resting on the glass. Her voice was a bit hoarse "... That was officially earthshattering." I voiced my agreement, and extracted my wilted dick from her gaping asshole. A stream of white goo trickled down her leg, making her laugh. "Time for another shower." 

We did have another shower, but this one was purely for cleanliness purposes, as we were both exhausted. Sleep took us both quite quickly, and we didn't even wake up until morning. 

***

"Baby, can I ask you to do me a huge favour?" Jane asked, as she strolled back into the bedroom. Yes, she was still naked, and carrying a tray of breakfast in front of her two best features. I don't know if I was being bribed with food, or with her spectacular body, but either way, I could hardly refuse her. She had me in her spell, and I was hers to command. 

"Who do I have to kill?" I asked, my eyes falling upon her breasts as she put the tray down. Damn, she was so beautiful. 




No Accounting for Taste Pt. 02



"Not quite what I had in mind," she smiled, holding a jam slathered english muffin out for me to bite, "but I'll file it away for future use. I just need you to make yourself scarce for a few hours this afternoon. If I gave you my car keys and a list, could you run some errands for me? I'd really appreciate it." 

"Got another hot date?" I asked, joking. 

"I promise, I'm not seeing another man," she laughed, making her breasts jiggle in a distracting manner. That, and the lure of getting my hands on her Mercedes, made me say 'yes' without any further thought. 

"Thank you, honey," she whispered, leaning closer, to take a muffin of her own. "Now we have four hours until you should go...what do you think we could do to pass the time?" She dripped jam from the muffin onto her nipples, and arched her eyebrows suggestively. 

What to do indeed? 

***

The car...Oh fuck, what a treat! 

First, let me say...I didn't treat her car in a disrespectful manner. No hot rodding, burnouts, or excessive speeding. I treated it like she did, but it was still very impressive, instantly responsive, agile, and luxurious. I even put the hard top down for a little while, which is a pretty cool process, with parts lifting up, then nesting together before folding into the trunk. It was quite the toy. 

I had a job to do, though, so I got to it, checking items off the list Jane had given me. I rolled back into her parking spot just before 5, right on time. I was getting the hang of the elevator thing, and walked into her apartment about three minutes later. 

"Jane! I'm back!" I called, as I put the shopping and her keys on the counter. 

"I'll be down in a minute," she called from the upper level. "Why don't you watch some TV?"

Sure, I thought. Where is it? There was a remote on the coffee table, and one of the buttons said 'Watch TV'. I pressed it. Holy shit! 

A couple of panels on the wall started to fold back to each side, while the blinds closed across the large windows. When the panels stopped, they revealed a huge screen, at least ten feet across, which flickered to life. It was the mother of all TV's, and there was a football game on! 

My mouth was hanging open as I took a seat, and I got lost in the techno-rush quickly. I have no real idea how long I sat there. 

I was still sitting on the couch in the living room, drooling and watching TV, when I heard a familiar voice behind and above me. I say the voice was familiar, and it was...but in a totally different context. 

"Hi stud! Who's winning?" the voice said, and I turned...to see Helen! She was walking down the stairs, wearing a satin robe, and little else, based on the jiggle factor. Her hair was wet, from the shower, as was Jane's, who was a few steps behind her. 

I looked at Helen, who was smiling, then at Jane. She just shrugged, and smiled, silently confirming my wild conclusion. 

"Good call," Jane giggled, "She really is that good!" 

Apparently Jane had been serious when she asked about Helen's number. I had hoped so, at the time, but now it would seem that Helen was the reason I'd been so unceremoniously evicted earlier today. They had been busy. 

And they hadn't invited me! 

Still, they were both quite scantily dressed. And here. And smiling at me. 

Oh boy! 

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No Accounting for Taste



I sat down in the sensuous embrace of the leather upholstery. If things didn't work out with Jane, maybe I could fuck the car seat. 

"Wow! Nice wheels," I gasped. "You're not skimming the pension plan, are you?" 

"Damn! Now that you know, I'll have to kill you," she laughed. "Do you have a preferred manner of execution, or may I use my imagination?" 

Shit! She's gorgeous, smart, sharp, and a major flirt. Use your imagination, I thought. I sure am!

She smiled. "Daddy's graduation present," she said, stroking the steering wheel lovingly. "I don't drive it often, so it looks newer than it is. It's pretty sweet, though, isn't it?" 

Pretty sweet, indeed. Just like the driver. 

Her right foot pressed down, and she planted me back in my seat. I took advantage of her attention being occupied to check her out a little more. 

The seatbelt came down over her shoulder, passing through the deep valley between her breasts, on its way across her flat belly to cinch around her narrow waist. Her hair had a sexy wave to it, draped over the full curves of her breast . I was lost in my observations when she spoke up. 

"I hope you don't think I'm being too forward by asking you to dinner," she said, glancing over at me. She almost caught me ogling her tits, but I managed to get my eyes back up to her face in time. "I've always been a straight-forward type of girl." 

"Why did you ask me?" I wondered. "We really hadn't had much interaction. What made you..." 

"I like the way you look at me," she said, answering the question before I could finish it. "Most guys just leer at me like a piece of meat...which is kind of fun, sometimes, I'll admit. You do the same thing, but you try to hide it. I get the feeling it's not just that you don't want to get caught. It seems like you're more concerned with how I feel about being watched, like you're trying to respect me, even though your hormones are saying otherwise."

Straight-forward type of girl...understatement of the year. She knew I lusted after her body, and wanted me to. I knew where we were going to end up now, and surprisingly, that calmed me down. I could enjoy the fun. 

"I can't help watching you," I replied. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Ooooooo, I like the way you give compliments, too. Thank you, Gary," she giggled. 

The rest of the trip to the restaurant was filled with idle chit-chat, while I watched her manoeuvre the car expertly through the traffic. Thankfully, the suspension of the Mercedes didn't absorb all of the bumps in the road, letting enough of them through to jiggle her boobs nicely under my attentive gaze. 

***

We walked into the restaurant together, with me trailing her by a few steps. She was giving it the full, fashion model strut, each foot crossing over the centre line with every step. Her hips swung from side to side, a show for my benefit. We reached the table, and I pulled her chair out for her. The waiter left us with our menus, and our conversation. 

"I won't be drinking tonight, as I'm driving. I'm afraid that means you won't be able to get me drunk and have your way with me, but..." she smiled and leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper, "...I think your chances are pretty good, anyway." I laughed. 

"Well, let's have dinner first," I said quietly, "so we don't disturb all these people with noisy sex on the table." 

"Yes," she giggled, "that would probably be best." Her eyes had a playful sparkle. I had noticed her eyes that first day, when Helen had brought our new accountant to my attention. Every time I had seen her since, they had captured my imagination, even when the rest of my mind was lost in fantasies about her luscious, curvaceous body. 

"May I tell you something?" I asked. 

"Of course," she said, "Please do."

"You have the most remarkable eyes," I said, staring at those soulful blue orbs. Her lashes fluttered modestly. "And I love the glasses. They're like little picture frames, around twin masterpieces. Very sexy."

"I'm glad you like them," she whispered, "because I'm quite blind without them. Well, for reading anyway. Thank you again Gary." 

Speaking of reading, we had meals to choose, so a few minutes of quiet contemplation followed. The waiter returned, took our orders, and left us alone again. Jane removed her glasses, and leaned in a little so we could talk. 

That little black dress she was wearing? Made for nights like this, in lighting like this, filled with a body like hers. That little lean not only made it easier for us to talk, but gave me the perfect view of her boobs. Since we weren't at work, and she had made it pretty clear that she was interested in the same thing I was, I felt more comfortable letting my eyes wander to places my hands would hopefully soon be following. With her glasses resting on the table, her face was uncluttered, and the effect was astounding. 

I thought she was beautiful with the glasses, but without them, she was stunning. Her eyes, always a focal point, now shone even more. I was staring. 

"You're making me self conscious," she whispered, "looking at me like that. It's exciting." 

My eyes rested for a few lingering seconds on the open cleavage her dress revealed. She smiled again.

"I had thought we would do the traditional date stuff tonight," she said, looking deep into my eyes. "You know...dinner, a movie, a little necking...but I get the feeling we're going to skip a few steps."

"Only if that's what you want. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with," I replied. 

"Oh, I want to," she purred, smiling again, "and a little force is sometimes desirable."

Dinner arrived a few minutes later, and we ate with surprising levels of restraint, given we had both already decided to indulge in each other's bodies at the earliest convenience. There were many knowing looks exchanged, and several thinly veiled lascivious grins, but we didn't rush through our meals. The food was very good, and Jane let out a few moans of joy, presumably about the taste of her dinner, but I imagined I might be hearing similar sounds, for more intimate reasons, soon enough. 

After desert...crème brûlée, of course, during the consumption of which she sang me an aria of near orgasmic pleasure...we sat quietly, drinking coffee and giving each other the once over again. I'm no Adonis, but keep in reasonable shape, so I hoped she wouldn't be disappointed. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be. 

When we left the restaurant, Jane handed her valet ticket to the attendant. I was standing behind her, and touched her shoulders with both hands. I felt her shiver slightly, and she breathed a barely audible moan, leaning back against me gently. Her rump grazed the bulge in my pants, accidentally at first, then with more deliberate purpose. I leaned closer, pulling her dark tresses aside, and kissing the side of her neck softly. This moan was a little louder, but there was no one to hear it but me. As the car arrived, we separated, with a parting rub of her ass across my crotch. 

I was barely seated before she drove off briskly, blending into traffic and racing towards my apartment. We made it a few blocks before she abruptly pulled over and parked on a side street. She turned the car off, and undid her seatbelt. 

"I can't wait," she growled, reaching across me to push the adjustments on my seat. A few seconds of whirring sounds later, I was more reclined, and my seat was all the way back. She kicked off her heels, and crawled over the console onto my lap. 

Her lips were hot, wet, and feverishly passionate, as they found mine in what has to be the most erotic first kiss ever. Her tongue pressed past mine, burrowing deep into my mouth, with accompanying groans of desire. She was in my arms for the first time, and I felt her slender curves under my gently caressing hands. Her ass, so firm. The magnificent swell of her chest crushed against mine. She was everything I hoped she'd be and more. 

We spent about fifteen minutes parked in the dwindling light, steaming up the windows with ragged, excited breaths of need. We kissed with escalating passion, pawing at each other in desperation. Jane finally pulled away. 

"Damn, I wish this car had more room!" she hissed. 

"We can be at my place in ten minutes," I said, palming her left breast firmly. "Lots of room there. Big bed, clean sheets, breakfast in the morning?" 

"Like I said before, your chances are pretty good," she laughed, turning carefully in my arms to avoid damaging my erection. She crawled back into her seat, fired up the engine, and drove quickly in the direction of the bed in question. 

The parking gods were even with us, as a spot opened up just as we drove by, allowing Jane to slide the Mercedes in smoothly. She put her shoes back on, grabbed her purse, and took my offered arm as I led the way to the lobby door. A minute later, we were in the elevator, picking up where we left off in the car, with the same level of lust in each kiss. The doors opened, and she begrudgingly released her embrace, to allow us to walk to my door. 

Once we were inside, she took a slow look around. It was a guy's apartment, I admit, but I kept it relatively clean, and had given it a quick scrub a few hours ago, just in case we had ended up here. Now we were. 

She completed her inspection tour, and joined me on the couch, kicking her shoes off. She pulled her legs up, and turned to face me, mirroring my position on the other end of the couch. My arm was resting across the back of the seat, extended in her direction, and she did the same, her hand laying softly on mine. 

"So...here we are," she said, hooding her eyes seductively. She playfully walked her fingers up my arm, easing forward to extend her reach until her hand was cupping the back of my neck. She leaned back again, pulling me with her, bringing my body to hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and we kissed again. This kiss was softer, gentler, and less frenetic than before, as if she was happy, relaxed...comfortable with me. I was certainly comfortable with her.

"Okay, Gary," she whispered, her face inches from mine, "I realize that this may seem a little late to bring this up, but we need to talk about what happens after we...um...after 'it' happens."

"Are you asking me if I'll respect you in the morning?" I laughed. "I already do." 

"Well, thank you, but I was thinking more about the office," she said. "We need to be cool there, understand?" 

"Of course. Work is work, and personal life is separate. The office is a cool zone," I nodded. 

"Good. So," she smiled, "since this isn't the office, this is definitely not a cool zone. In fact, I'm getting more than a little warm. I might be overdressed." 

"I understand," I said, sitting up, "Do you want to take it off, or should I just rip your clothes off, and fuck you senseless?" 

"Ooooooo, that sounds like fun," she giggled, standing up, "but I really like this dress. How about I take it off...then you fuck me senseless!" 

"Deal!" I laughed. 

Jane stood in front of me, reaching behind to unzip her dress. I could see why she liked the dress. In the car, it was hidden by her position ; in the restaurant, by the dim lighting, but now I could see it clearly, and it was very pretty. Slinky, sensuous and trimmed in satin, the monotone look worked great with her dark hair and glasses. It hugged her curves like a black second skin, and she very slowly peeled it forward, before sliding it down to her hips and letting it fall around her feet. She stepped out of it, and stood with her hips cocked to the side, in a matching bra and panty set, black, as well. 

Sexy. Sultry. Spectacular. She took off her glasses, and put them on the end table before straddling my lap. She sat down and pressed her lips to mine again, moaning softly as I took her in my arms. 

My hands roamed across her body, caressing her skin...so smooth, warm and silky...while we continued to feast on each other. When I brushed across the back of her bra, she moaned, and pulled away. 

"Please..." she hissed, "... take it off. My girls long to be free!" Ah yes, straight-forward. 

I managed to get the damn thing off without fumbling like an overzealous virgin, but as the garment fell away, my cool melted completely. 

I have an admission to make : I'm a boob man. I like them big, firm and available. I mean, I like and appreciate a nice ass, great legs, and a pretty face, as much as the next guy. Jane had all of those attributes, of course, and more, but when her bra dropped to my lap, I was dumbstruck. I sat there, with this gorgeous, nearly naked creature straddling my lap, for several seconds, gazing at her breasts in awe. 

"Do you like them?" she whispered, leaning closer. She brushed her erect nipples across my face, encouraging them to stand up even taller. When one of the dusty rose coloured nubs raked across my lips, I sucked it in, latching on like a hungry child. 

"Mmmmm, I'll take that as a 'yes'," she moaned, bringing her hand to the back of my head to hold me in place. "That's a good boy. Suck my nipples, my darling. It feels so good." 

Like I said, I'm a boob man. Maybe I was breast fed as a kid...maybe I wasn't, and that's why I loved them so much. Whatever the reason, a woman's breasts were always my favourite part of her body, and now that I had my hands...and lips...on Jane's magnificent pair, I was in heaven. I switched back and forth, from one nipple to the other, coaxing them to maximum height, gnawing on them gently, while caressing the full, resilient globes with loving devotion. 

"Jesus, Gary," she laughed, grinding her hips down. I was rock hard, and she had her hot pussy resting right on the bulge that was threatening to rip out of my pants. "What the fuck are you packing down there?" She lifted off my lap, and knelt in front of me, palming my crotch. "Wow!" Her hands went to my belt, reefing it open. I stood to make her job easier, and she wrestled my pants down, smiling at my obscenely tented underwear. 

"Oh my!" she giggled, looking skyward. "Thank you!" She peeled the fabric down, and my cock sprung out. "Mmmmm, yes...thank you so much!" Her mouth opened and engulfed my hard shaft. 

I stood there in my living room, with my pants around my ankles. My underwear was bunched up just below my balls, and Jane, my half nude, buxom, personal goddess of accounting, had the head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat, as she struggled to get even more of my length past her lips. She gagged, and pulled back. 

"Shit! I can't do it," she smiled up at me, stroking her hand along my saliva dampened dick. "I guess you'll just have to settle for my other holes, both of which are anxious to make your friend's acquaintance." She patted my hard pole, stood up, and sauntered toward my bedroom, disappearing around the corner. A few seconds later, her panties flew back out the door. Did she just say she wanted it in the ass? Surprises never cease. 

I shed clothes as fast as I could, leaving a trail that ended with my socks in the doorway of my bedroom. Jane was already under the covers, looking at me with a 'come hither' expression. Even in my apartment, she had taken control, not that I was complaining. Regardless of whose idea it was, she was in my bed, naked and willing. I joined her. 

Time ceased to have meaning. We rolled around on the bed, kissing, caressing and voicing our need quietly. My lips found her breasts again, and while I was suckling her, I ran my fingertips between her legs. She responded with a groan, and her thighs spread wide, giving me better access. I felt no hair, but plenty of heat and moisture. Curiosity piqued. 

When I came face to face, so to speak, with her pretty pussy, I suddenly became very hungry. You've heard of women who refer to their vagina as a flower? Jane's was an orchid... exotic, fragrant, and unique. Delicious, too, a syrupy sweetness that made my tongue happy, and eager for a second helping. Her juices were not dispensed sparingly, and I guzzled down all she could produce. Yummy. 

Her cunt opened wider, welcoming my fingers and tongue between the engorged lips. Her clit peeked out, asking for more attention, so that's what I gave it, licking around the little pink button gently. 

"Mmmm, that's it, Gary. Lick my little kitty," she breathed. "Your tongue feels wonderful." 

I followed her directions, and before long, Jane's words were being muffled by the pillow she was holding over her face. They weren't really words, anyway, just screams and shrieks, obvious enough in meaning. I enjoyed hearing her sounds of pleasure in the quiet apartment, knowing that I was able to make her feel that way. Her thighs gripped my head as she twisted her body in the throes of a huge orgasm, finally pushed over the edge by my mouth and tongue on the dripping folds of her snatch. 

"Holy shit!" Jane gasped, when she pulled the pillow away. "That was unexpected. Most guys just give a few compulsory licks to say they care about their partner, then it's all about them." 

"Most guys?" I questioned, still between her legs. "How many are we talking about here?" I wasn't passing judgement, just curious. I'd like nothing better than to bring that list to a screeching halt. 

"Yeah, that didn't come out quite the way I heard it in my head," she laughed. "Between that and my asking you out, you must think I'm quite the tart. What I meant to say...in my limited experience, most of the guys I've been with don't devote the time to make a girl cum like that. My friends tell a similar story. I meant it as a compliment to you, not an insult to me." She looked away, embarrassed. 

"Jane," I said, moving up the bed beside her, "don't worry. I didn't think you were a...what was it? A tart? I was joking." I kissed her softly. For the first time, she wasn't in control, and I saw the vulnerable Jane. It was refreshing. 

"Thank you for understanding," she whispered, and smiled back at me. "Now, where were we, before my mouth runneth over?" She laid back, urging me atop her. She didn't need to ask twice. 

Her left hand reached out elegantly, and encircled my cock, guiding me toward her heavenly pussy. She nestled the head between her slippery lips, poised at the entrance to her fiery depths. 

"Nice and easy, please," she whispered, gazing into my eyes. "I don't think I've ever had anyone quite your size before. Shit, that didn't sound very good either, did it?" I laughed. 

"The only question that matters now, is whether you want this particular someone my size," I said, rocking my hips back and forth a few times, just enough to tease her juicy gash. I was no dick expert, and I didn't go around comparing my johnson to others at the gym, or fretting that some girl might find my tool inadequate for the job. It is what it is, and all the worrying in the world would never change anything. Still, no one had complained, and a few past partners had voiced contentment, so I wasn't ashamed. Hearing her rave about my cock did wonders for my ego. Maybe it was bigger than I thought. 

"Hmmmm," she giggled, "I'll give that some thought. Why don't you fuck me while I think about it?" I eased in a few inches, causing her to gasp, her eyes wide. She panted a few times while I held my position. "Ooooooo, that is big! Good, but big!...A bit more, please." I complied, and she groaned, burying her face in the side of my neck. "FUUUUCK! All of it! Gimme all of it, now! Gnahhhhnnnnnnnnn, yes!" 

My balls were pressed against her perineum, and Jane was doing her impression of a Lamaze instructor, panting sharply, with her eyes screwed shut. Gradually, her breathing returned to normal, and she relaxed under me. Her eyes opened, fluttering closed a few times before she focused on my face, and smiled. 




No Accounting for Taste



"I've decided," she whispered dreamily, "and the answer is yes. Please, do me. Do me good. Do me hard. Do me until I beg you to stop...then do me some more!" 

I started a slow, gentle rhythm of shallow strokes into her. 'Nice and easy' was fine with me. Easier on the stamina, and exquisitely arousing, a slow fuck was very intimate, and emotionally connecting. Jane was moaning softly, happily, and her eyes were locked on mine. My strokes got a little longer, and she voiced her approval. 

I have no idea how long we made love like this. No idea at all. As I said before, time had lost all meaning, and the only deadline we had was Monday morning. We rolled over carefully, letting Jane take control, and she maintained the same pace, slowly skewering herself, obviously enjoying the gentle ride. Her body quivered in my grasp, and she hung her head loosely, eyes unfocused and mouth ajar. 

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she breathed, rising and falling smoothly. Her pussy gripped my cock like a velvet glove. A sudden gasp signalled a change, and her eyes rolled back along with her head. "OH fuck! Oh FUUUUUUUUUUUCK, YES!" she groaned, shuddering heavily as her orgasm hit her. I held her close, providing safety and support while her body was wracked by waves of pleasure, that seemed to last forever. It was almost as though the orgasms built on each preceding one, getting more intense each time, and pushing her higher and higher. Her moans grew louder, her voice rasping with exertion, until she finally peaked, crashing down on my chest. She was gasping for air, but she was still with me, mumbling something that took me a while to translate. 

"My god, so good...so good...so good," she repeated, over and over, until she opened her eyes. A glazed, dreamy expression gradually gave way to a more focused smile. "Now that's what I call client entertainment!" she giggled. 

"Well, don't total that receipt yet, because we're not quite finished," I replied, rolling us over again. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and she smiled brightly. 

"Good. I'd like some more. Harder and faster please. And please...don't forget to fill my pussy with your hot, sticky cum. I just love that feeling!" She hooked her ankles together behind my back. She wasn't going to let me go until I did as asked. Oh, the hardship. 

I started to fuck her again, rapidly ramping up the pace, until our bodies were slamming together, the sounds of those collisions echoing through the apartment along with Jane's groans of delight.

This is what I wanted to do since that first day I saw Jane's lithe yet buxom form in the hallway at the office. Looking at the body writhing in bliss under me, I would never have pegged her as a bean counter. Those breasts, those eyes, the whole package...just didn't seem to fit with the occupation, even if she was the accountant for a porn company. 

Now her luscious body was twisting in joy, long slender legs wrapped snugly around me, her bountiful breasts crushed between us, cushioning my movements with their sensuous fullness. Her pussy was making wet, squishy sounds every time I drove my shaft into her, but the sound was secondary to the sensation of those thick lips dragging in and out with each thrust. Oh god, please don't let this be a one night stand, I thought, relishing her tight, moist embrace. 

"Oh shit," she gasped, "cumming again! Don't stop...God, please don't stop!" 

Every grip she had on me got more intense. Arms, legs, and cunt all became tighter, and I kept pounding her through it, pushing her over the edge repeatedly. She screamed, eschewing the muffling effect of the pillow, and letting her voice ring out. I had a feeling I'd be harmonizing with her soon. 

The familiar tingling began to build in my balls, but I kept plunging long, deep strokes into her, making her screams escalate in pitch. 

"Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me, baby!...FUUUUCK MEEEE!" she shrieked. I grunted, and began to empty my balls into her pussy, spraying her inner folds with gooey semen. "Oh yes, baby, fill me up with that hot cum! Fill me to the brim!" 

Eventually, I stopped shooting, and collapsed on top of her. We both struggled to catch our breath, with Jane softly stroking my cheek. 

"That...was a...mazing," she breathed. 

***

Saturday morning arrived, and surprisingly, I was the first one awake. It wasn't the crack of dawn, I'll admit, but given that Jane had woken me twice last night for rounds two and three, the fact that I didn't sleep until Sunday was remarkable. She had quite the appetite for my dick. 

I watched her sleep for a while. Angelic is the most appropriate description, but after the workout she had given me last night, that look was deceiving. There was a devil in her when she was aroused. 

I slipped out of bed, visited the bathroom, then went to the kitchen to start the coffee and breakfast. I hadn't made it very far before Jane came wandering out to join me. Her normally perfectly coiffed hair was a dishevelled, freshly fucked mess, but her pretty blue eyes peeked through the cracks in the brown mop playfully. She brushed the hair away with her hand, and smiled. 

"Good morning, big boy," she laughed, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. "Your phone buzzed. Text from Helen." She slid the device across the counter to me. "Is the coffee ready yet?" 

"Just finished," I replied, picking up the phone while I poured Jane a cup. She was combing her fingers through her long locks, and came to a gooey knot. 

"How did I get cum in my hair?" she giggled, fighting with the tangle. I handed her the coffee, and unlocked my phone to retrieve the text. 

"Well, it was dark, and my aim was compromised," I laughed, running my eyes over her naked body. There was cum on a few other spots, as well. 

"I think a quick shower is in order," she said, padding silently toward the bathroom. I watched her sexy ass disappear around the corner. "Call me when breakie is ready!" 

With the distraction of her lovely body removed, I was able to concentrate. The bacon was sizzling nicely while I read the message from Helen. 

So what's the score, stud, she sent. 

Game's still underway. She's up by four, I think, I typed. I went back to the bacon, but didn't have to wait long. Buzz, buzz, buzz. 

Nice. She any good? Helen replied. 

I may never walk again :-P , I sent. 

Jane was back from the shower, wrapped in a towel, looking damp and delicious. She took her seat again. 

"So, what's Helen got to say?" she asked. "Did I mention to you that she asked me out?" 

"No," I smiled, looking into her eyes, "but she did. She said you turned her down." 

"Yeah, I did, but it was flattering anyway. I've never been with another woman, before," she said, looking sheepish. 

"Well, from what she tells me," I laughed, "she'd be the one to change that with."

"Hmmm," she said, tapping her fingertip on her lips. "What's her number?" 

I had a feeling that I might be sharing Jane with my lesbian friend in the future. I might even get a shot at Helen's pussy, too. 

At the very least, it was going to be fun to watch. 

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