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Jane

By: dbobster



I went into to the toilet for a leak. To my surprise Jane was sitting on the seat with her knickers and jeans at her ankles, and her gorgeous white legs on show. I could see right up the length of her fleshy thighs to the round of her luscious bum cheek. However my view between her legs was obscured as she was leaning forward with her arms crossed over her lap.

I eventually looked at her face. She was looking straight at me. She was so embarrassed (even in her tipsy state) that she was the same bright red as her cropped jumper, which was tautly covering her wonderfully sizeable breasts. These were slightly swinging from side to side due to her leaning forward and her unsteady breathing. Her glare expected me to turn around and leave. I turned around but instead of leaving I closed and locked the door.

I the moved forward and knelt down immediately in front of her. She followed my every move as I placed my hands on her soft ivory knees. She started to shiver but otherwise did not move. I gently stroked her lovely long legs, from where her trousers and knickers lay, to just above her knees where her arms were folded tightly. After a while her shaking calmed down a little. I then put both hands on her knees to part her legs but she kept these tightly clamped together. So with one hand I stroked the side of her thigh going up and around the fleshy orb of her bum to her back. I ran my fingers along her spine very lightly from the small of her back to about half way up. This made her let out a deep sigh and lean back slightly, causing her legs to relax a little and her knees to part far enough for my right hand to shoot up between her thighs. Her knees immediately clamped shut again, but my hand was already up there. 

She unfolded one arm and grabbed a hold of my left forearm trying to pull my hand out from between her legs, but I would not relent. She looked at me first with a furious glare, then pleadingly. I just recommenced stroking her back paying particular attention to her sensitive spine. At the same time with my left hand I stroked the inside of her thighs as far up as I could considering the restrictions being placed upon my hand by her grip on my arm and the pressure of her knees. I could just feel some pubic hairs on the tips of my fingers and tickled these as much as I could. Before long I realised my fingertips were touching her actual pubic mound, which I stroked, inching my fingers downwards, until I felt a slight bump indicating I had reached the hood that hid her clitoris.

She seemed to tense again. Jane looked at me with a frightened pleading expression and was shaking her head. I ignored this and applied pressure on her hood with my middle finger. Suddenly she let out a little yelp. With the hand that was still in her lap she grabbed my hair, buried her face in my shoulder and springing her knees apart thrust her pelvis onto my fingers. She was still holding my forehand with her left hand, thus allowing me to go no further than her now protruding clitoris. So I just very gently played with her clitoris, teasing it from side to side and occasionally applying direct pressure on to it, as if trying to push it back in. 

She was now breathing heavily into my shoulder. With her legs as wide apart as they would go Jane pushed my arm lower forcing my fingers to go along her sopping wet and gaping open cunt. Two of my fingers instinctively went straight into her wide-open hole. She shook my forearm, so I put a third finger in. She then started to grind her fanny onto my pistoning fingers. At the same time I teased her clitoris with my thumb and inserted my little finger into her puckered ass-hole.

Very soon she was vigorously riding my fingers, bouncing up and down on the toilet seat like a jockey riding in the Derby. As she eventually came she pulled my hair with one hand, dug her nails in my forearm with the other bit into my shoulder whilst violently shaking from head to toe. 

She then slumped forward onto me, breathing deeply with sweat beads on her face and trembling slightly. 

A few minutes later we had both calmed down. My dick was limp again in my jeans, as I now desperately had to piss. With my hand still between her legs I started to lift Jane up as I told her I needed to piss. Jane told me to hold on as she had an idea. I wondered what she was up to.

She kicked off her sandals and then her jeans and knickers. She then lifted off her top allowing those beautiful orbs of suckable flesh to bounce free. Each was capped with a red and very erect nipple. Oh how I just wanted to grab those breasts and chew on the nipples. But I waited to see what she was up to. She stood up and there in front of me stood a vision of ecstasy, the perfect woman, one I had wanked over many a time. Shiny glazed eyes and a cheeky grin on a gorgeous young face still flushed haloed by golden flowing shoulder length hair. Her well-toned upper torso with those more-than-a-handful succulent breasts and neat well conditioned stomach. Those elegantly long legs giving hint to the most squeezable round buttocks ever seen. And that delicately mousy coloured thatch of hair just above the most juiciest quim, which was still parted and swollen red and glinting with moisture.

She stepped in the bath and lay down. Then said that I could now have a piss but not in the toilet. Realisation of what she wanted suddenly hit me and my eyes lit up even more, if it were possible. I went over to the edge of the bath and began to undo my flies. She told me to take all my clothes off and get in. Which I did quick-flash. I stood between her knees holding my semi-soft penis and admiring this heavenly body spread out in front of me. “Fire away!” Jane smiled. At that I relaxed the tension of my bladder and let my piss shoot forth. She loved it as I sprayed all over her body – on her tits, on her face, on her tummy and then on her wide open cunt as it lay exposed due to her legs hanging over the edge. As my jet hit her clitoris she shook violently to another orgasm. She didn’t wait though, but sat up and grabbed my still gushing penis to guide the flow of the golden piss into her mouth. This she gulped down very noisily until every last drop had been squeezed out. She licked her lips and had the smug expression of a very satisfied person.

She then looked at my penis, which was now growing in her hand and placed it in her mouth. She then commenced sucking on it very noisily and vigourously, her head bobbing back and forth at break-neck speed. Very soon I was holding onto her shoulders to keep balance as my legs weakened due to the ecstatic feelings Jane’s mouth was giving me. And then I grabbed her head and rammed it four or five times viciously into my groin as I shot my load of hot sperm down her eager and very hungry throat. She sucked me dry then allowed me to sit back in the tub my legs feeling like jelly. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Jane then said it was her turn, and with that she stood up and bent her legs so that she was almost squatting. She had moved up astride my chest so that her hips were about a foot away from my face. I looked up into her invitingly gaping pussy, glistening with her love juice and still dripping wet with my piss. Then suddenly a golden shower of warm piss came shooting out of her groin and hit me on the nose. This then was aimed all over my face and hair until the golden fountain finally came to rest aiming at my open mouth. I gulped down as much as I could of that warm salty liquid. The stream seemed to go on forever, but eventually ended with a few final squirts. Jane then lowered herself onto her knees so that her cunt was an inch away from my mouth. I grabbed hold of her soft but firm bum cheeks, and pulled her pussy onto my mouth. I lapped at her gaping pussy tasting the mixture of salty piss and the sweetest love honey. I nibbled and teased her clitoris, making her squeal and squirm, but I held her bum cheeks tight. I then put my tongue into her love hole as far as it would go, whilst at the same time rubbing her clit with my top lip and nose. By this time she was going mad. She was leaning on the wall and grinding into my face so much that I thought I might suffocate. She then came to a shuddering orgasm. Not once but twice in succession banging her cunt into my face, trying to swallow my tongue with her vagina. 

She then let herself slide down my body until she was lying on top of me with my face buried in her ample cleavage. I then took a hold of one of those magnificent breasts and suckled and nibbled on the taut nipple whilst massaging the flesh. Very soon she was moaning again and sliding her groin up and down my stomach. I had a very painful and throbbing and hard-on by now. Jane slipped further down me and started sliding her slimy quim up and down the length of my rigid shaft. I could stand it no longer, so as she slid up my length to the end of my knob with one lunge of my hips I thrust the whole length of my shaft into her invitingly warm hole. Jane gave a squeal of surprise and delight then settled into a rhythm of bouncing up and down on my knob whilst I continued to maul and chew her pendulous tits. 

After a while she very suddenly raised herself off my shaft altogether. I wondered what she was up to. She got hold of my willy, and then guided it to her arse-hole. Jane then sat back down, burying my whole tool up her warm and very tight bum. I then bounced her arse up and down on my prick with pelvic movements. She was going crazier and crazier, then started thrashing around wildly as she came. This also sent me over the top, and I shot my hot spunk right up Jane’s arse, almost biting her nipple off in the process. We then collapsed into each others arms exhausted.

After a brief rest Jane gave me a long, deep, tongue-entwining kiss. She then turned the shower on, drenching us both. After rinsing myself off I quickly dried myself and dressed. I fetched Jane a clean towel from my room before returning to the party downstairs. Soon after I was startled by a hand on my bum. I turned to see a refreshed and smug looking Jane. She looked over to where her husband (my best mate) was dancing in the lounge. Nobody had noticed us missing. We rejoined the throng. 

Jane



I have read a lot about all these super-hung studs meeting all these perfectly shaped, large-titted women that would knock the Pope into masturbation and I guess I feel a bit envious of all these lovely people.

I'm not extraordinarily built. I am overweight, not flabby, just overweight. My cock falls far short of the twelve inch long cocks that seem to abound on these studs in this country. And, while I have met and bedded many "pretty" young ladies, none of them--or maybe all of them--were perfect in every way. 

I was in my early thirties when the following story occurred and was in much better shape than I am today.

I once met a woman whom I shall call Jane, an older lady, who was a fantastic person. After she had a stroke that left the right side of her face sagging and paralyzed, her husband divorced her and left her on her own so that he could chase a more perfect woman. One of her friends, who I had been taking to bed on a fairly regular basis suggested I look her up. She did tell me about the stroke but I really thought nothing of it. So, a blind date was arranged for the following Friday. I was to have supper at the woman's one-room apartment and we would see where it went from there.

I was ready for a "mercy fuck" and get out of there as soon as I could, but things didn't work out that way. Supper was a very good meal that showed she had taken some time to cook. After I got past the stroke damage and started talking to Jane, I found that the "mercy fuck" was out the window and that I really started wanting her for the whole person that she was and not for her looks or lack thereof. 

Jane taught me backgammon that first evening and after several games we ended up playing with a fuck as the prize the winner. Of course, it didn't really matter who won since we were the only two playing. I lost, as I expected I would, and Jane led me into her bedroom.

We both nervously stripped out of our clothes and stood in front of each other as naked as the day we were born. Jane was a tad shorter than my 5'9" and was not slim, but not Rubenesque either. Her breasts were on the smallish side which I somewhat like and she had the hairy pussy that I dearly love on a woman believing as I do that natural is beautiful.

Jane took me by the hand and we climbed up on the bed. She told me that she hadn't been fucked since her husband had divorced her, that nobody wanted an ugly woman to take to bed. Our hands explored each other's body and we cuddled and caressed our way to our ultimate goal. My cock had already reached its full length of about six and a half inches and was ready, but I wasn't sure that Jane was. I let my Roman hands and Russian fingers do the walking and found a very moist and hot pussy waiting for my cock to enter and enter I did.

Jane was as tight as a virgin and I took my time sinking balls deep inside her body. My cock, short as it is, bottomed out and hit the head of her cervix at about the same time that my balls nudged up against her ass cheeks. Jane moaned her appreciation and we locked our lips in a passionate kiss that lasted through the first two minutes of our sensuous fuck. 

I could feel her cunt walls gripping my cock as I slowly moved in and out in a deliberate rhythm that was guaranteed to prolong the act. I felt Jane shudder several times before she asked me to fuck her harder and faster. I willingly obliged though I knew that at this new tempo I would not last long in her very fuckable pussy. Her moans grew louder the faster I pounded my cock into her now loosening vagina. I could feel the inner pussy lips as they slid in and out wrapped around my invading spear.

After only a couple minutes of further rutting, I could feel the familiar tingle in my balls and the start of my sperm on its journey into this woman's lovely, lovely body. I warned Jane of the impending eruption and she begged me to fill her cunt with my hot cum. I did so in spurts that seemed as if they would never end. Finally they did and I rolled off Jane though she managed to insure that we were still connected where it mattered. We kissed and whispered sweet nothings for what seem like eternity though it was only a few minutes. 

Once we had come down from our sexual highs, Jane went to wash up and told me to wait for her at the backgammon board without putting my clothes on. I did as she asked. When she came out of the bathroom, I took my turn and relieved myself. When I got back to the living room, the backgammon board was set up for a new game. The bet was the same, but this time I won and it was my turn to take Jane into her bedroom where we made love slowly and sensuously into the wee hours of the morning before falling asleep in each other's arms, still joined at the genitals.

Jane fed me breakfast that Saturday morning and we spent the rest of the day just fucking each other for all we were worth. And, that was the start of something truly beautiful that lasted for quite some time. We eventually parted as friends when I was transferred out of state and we finally just drifted apart, but both of us retain our memories of that joyous time.

So, what is beauty in a woman? In my opinion, beauty in a woman is as simple as being a woman. The breasts, the vagina, and all that there is of any woman is the same and yet different in each individual. If the woman is fat or skinny, if she is large breasted or small, or if she has a tight pussy or loose, it is all beautiful to anybody who looks beyond skin deep.



Jane



One Saturday evening, after we had been to a football match, me and my mate were sitting at my house and drinking beer. After a few hours my mate told me about a girl he had seen lately, and that he would try to look her up this evening. He knew that she was at a party in a town a few kilometres away, and we were wondering how we would get there. I was thinking of a girlfriend to another friend of ours. I knew that he was on a trip abroad, and that she probably was home alone. I also knew that their relationship had come into a dead end, and I had always liked her. I called her, and she told me she was just back from a family birthday celebration. She could drive us, no problem. Jane, as her name was, showed up a few minutes later.

I sat in beside her in the front seat, and my mate sat in the back seat. I noticed that she had a black skirt, blue blouse and black pantyhose. I guessed she hadn't changed her clothes after the birthday. I apologized for disturbing her, but she said she was bored at home and she was glad I have called. We talked a lot of bullshit, and Jane was laughing of her two drunken passengers. We arrived to the place where the party were supposed to be, my mate went in to look for her. He came back in the car almost immediately, and told us that she had moved on to a nightclub. We went down to the city, and he took himself in to the club without paying for the entrance. He found her, and came out to the car and told us that he would stay there. Jane said she wasn't in the mood for a nightclub, so we went home again.

When I got alone with her, we were talking about her boyfriend. She told me that their relationship probably was over, but they hadn't broken up yet. She said that he already was seeing another woman. She offered me a chewing gum, but she lost the package on the floor by the pedals. She turned on the light, and asked if I could try to find it. I reached over with my head down on the floor by her legs, and searched for the gum. I saw the package, but I pretend I didn't find it, because I was looking at her sexy legs. Suddenly she pressed one of her leg against my face. I couldn't resist anymore, and touched her leg with my hand. I stroked the wonderful nylon leg and kissed it. I was a little nervous for the reaction, but she just said that she thought I had found something else.I picked up the chewing gum, and kissed my way up her leg and to her knee. I straightened up, still with my hand on her knee. She smiled and laid her hand on mine and said that she thought this would happen sooner or later.

I leaned over and kissed her. It was difficult while she was driving, so she turned of the road and into a parking lot. Then she met my kisses with open lips and a searching tongue. We just kissed and cling to each other for a long time, and our tongues were exploring each other. I held her head in my hands and laid her back in the seat, and licking her mouth in the same way I would have done to her down there. I understood that this was turning her on, because her breath was getting heavier. At the same time I let my hand move under her skirt and up her thigh. Her legs felt wonderful through the nylon pantyhose, and she spread her legs as much as she could in the tight skirt. I reached up between her legs, and she felt warm through the pantyhose. We kept on with our heavy kissing, while I rubbed her between her legs harder and harder.

Suddenly she squeezed my hand with her thighs and moaning loud. She was just sitting like that for many seconds, before releasing my hand. She told me that she had felt very horny that day, and when I called her she decided that she would have sex that night. She was touching my erection outside my jeans, and opened my zipper. I helped her to pull down my jeans and underwear, and my big hard penis pointing straight up. She grabbed around it and started to masturbate me with her hand. Then she kissed it on the backside and down to my balls. I laid back and enjoyed her lips and tongue. She worked her way up and down my cock, and sometimes her lips and tongue was on my balls and even behind them and close to my anal opening. Finally she took the head in between her lips, and let her tongue play around it. Then she started to suck me, and I was surprised how deep she managed to press my cock. She had obviously a lot of experience in performing oral sex. It didn't take long time before I reached my orgasm. I warned her that I was coming, and she let the sperm pump out in her face, mouth and hair. It was a real mess, but she found a handkerchief and cleaned up her face. After cleaning up we moved on, and she was masturbating my hard cock, while she was driving.

When we arrived at my house, I invited her inside. We just got inside the front door, before we started kissing and cling to each others. I took of her jacket and opened her blouse. She didn't wear any bra, and a pair of small and cute breasts was revealed. I massaged her breasts and kissed and sucked on her hardening nipples. I continued kissing my way down her stomach, and I went down on my knee. I lifted her skirt and let my tongue glide down her thighs and knees. I lifted up one of her legs, and took her shoe off. I kissed down her legs and to her foot, all the way to the tip of her toes. I put her sexy toes in my mouth and sucked on them, and licked the nylon sole of her foot. I have always been a lover of female legs and feet, and especially when they are in pantyhose or stockings. It's always a great foreplay for me.

She enjoyed my treatment of her legs, and when I moved up again, she grabbed my head and pressed my face to her crouch. I felt her warm and wet pussy through her underwear. She dragged me up on my feet, and took a grip around my penis, before she turned around and leaned over a dresser that was placed in the hall. She held up her skirts, while I pulled down her pantyhose and panties. I saw her round and sexy butt, and felt between her cheeks with my hand. I reached down to her pussy, and she was wet and wide open. I took a good grip around her hips, and rammed my cock into her. She screamed and she used her muscles inside and squeezed around me. I started to pump into her from behind in a high speed, and we just went on faster and harder. I pulled almost out of her every time, and then pumped hard into her and felt her around me all the way. It was a fantastic standing act, and I tried to hold back as long as I could. I manage to keep myself until I heard her make some weird sounds, and I thought it looked like she got an orgasm. Then I let the climax come and pumped the load of sperm into her. 

We ended the evening in bed. We sat down naked in my bed, and shared some glasses of wine. After a couple of glass, we got turned on again. We got into a 69 position, and licked and sucked each others. She tasted and smelled of the sex we had earlier that evening, and we just lay down like that for a long while. Then she sat on top of me and gliding up and down on my cock. She started a long ride, and I saw that she really enjoyed it. She masturbated herself while she was gliding up and down me. Since I already had two orgasms, I could make it for a long time without coming. I don't know how long we did it in that position, before we lay over on the side. I was still deep into her, and she laid her leg behind mine and squeezed us together. Her pussy felt tight in this position, and finally I made my third orgasm. We felt a sleep in that position and we didn't woke up before early in the Sunday morning. She had to go home, so we stood up around 5 in the morning, and went into the shower together. I went down on her again in the shower, and licked her. She got another orgasm that morning in the shower.

We never become an item, but we met several times the next year and had sex. It was a nice and free relationship as lovers and friends, with no more commitment. We kept on like that, until we both got hooked up with some others. We are still friends, and we met at a party just a few years ago and dance tight. We are both married now, but we were alone at that party. It was summer and we went out for a walk after the dance to get some fresh air. We hadn't forgotten our relationship some years ago, and suddenly we found our self in deep tongue kissing. She was just wearing a thin summer dress, and I felt her sexy body against me through the dress. We went into some bushes in the garden and she bent over against a tree. I quickly pulled up her dress and removed her underwear. We had a quick one from behind there in the garden, and she was still tight and as usual very wet.

I meet her from time to time, but that was the last time we had sex. But you never know, maybe we will meet at a suitable time and place again sometimes?



Jane



Like most of my other stories, this is based on real people and real events. My own dear wife figures prominently; I'll let you identify her.

Some events have been tweaked, but this is pretty seriously autobiographical.

My first marriage was a fucking nightmare. I mean that figuratively AND literally. Shortly after the honeymoon -- within a month, I'd venture -- she became a harridan, for reasons I've yet to understand. Suddenly, nothing I did was right; nothing I could do would ever be right.

It was like someone flipped a switch. I may have been that someone; I'll never know, because we divorced three years later. Thanks to the constant tension, we never got around to having kids. (I did have an affair, as a result of her abusive treatment of me; but that is related in another story.)

Well, three years was the price I paid for thinking with the wrong head, and a small enough price, I realized. When it was all over, I was five years into my career, a successful journeyman computer programmer, specializing in mainframe database systems. 

I decided it was time for greener pastures. I was thirty years old. I had a skill, I had the itch to be away from the bitch, I had a fat little savings account, and I had a paid-for car.

Seven weeks and twenty headhunters (or so) later, I motored into a new city, and within three more weeks I had set up housekeeping. For the first time in many moon, I felt pretty damned good about me.

I had signed on to work for a state agency through a contract firm. I settled into work very nicely. I tend to be outgoing, and made friends with my personality as well as my abilities.

One afternoon, I needed to talk to Fred, another employee of the same contract firm. I knew where his cubicle was, but, lazy ass that I am, I picked up the phone. He didn't answer.

So, I made the arduous three-aisle trip to his cube.

He wasn't there.

That, however, is not what caught my attention.

You see, we mostly doubled up in cubes. I had a very small one, and hence sat alone. Fred, on the other hand, had a cube mate named Jane.

She was stunning.

Let me define terms here. I thought she was beautiful. Most other people would not have said so. She was pleasant of face, dressed nicely -- and was, I guesstimated, a size fourteen.

As I stood there in the doorway, she looked at me and said, "Can I help you?"

I recovered. "Uhm, came by to see Fred. He's not here," I said, gesturing to his seat.

Her eyes widened. A smile came to her mouth, and she nodded as she said, "Goood! You figured that out all by yourself!"

I rolled my eyes, and we both laughed. Her voice was so sweet.

"Anyway, if you don't mind," I said, "tell him Jeff came by. I need to ask him something. It's work related," I added. It seemed a salient bit of information to add; I had noticed she was a regular state employee, and you don't want them to think all those highly-paid contractors (harrrumph) were standing around dillydallying.

I went back to my cube, and resumed work.

It was a struggle, though. I was haunted by Jane. She was gorgeous, she was tempting, she was...

She was off-limits, I scolded myself. I had no idea what policies governed fraternization, whether the state's or my company's. Still, it seemed wise to consider her unattainable. Hell, I hadn't even checked to see if she wore a ring.

Probably a lost cause, I rationalized, and went back to work.

All this occurred on a Thursday.

Saturday, I had reason to hit the local mall. Well, the closest one to me, anyway. I visited a bookstore, a CD chain, and a nationally-known department store. I was headed out of the department store, via an exit that required passing through the draperies area.

There stood Jane, behind the counter, looking like an employee.

I stopped in mid-stride. I looked at her, and she must have sensed it, as she locked eyes with me. She smiled and waved.

I walked right to where she was standing and said, "Are we moonlighting?"

"Yeah," she replied, in that sweet voice. "I've been working for _____'s for years, off and on. I like to do something that doesn't involve a keyboard. Keeps a little extra cash rolling in, and I get a discount at the salon."

"You are wise, grasshopper," I said in my best Keye Luke.  We shared a little chuckle over that.

"So," I continued, "when do you get off work?"

"Nine," she said. It was 8:30 p.m.

I hesitated. "I hate to be so forward, but would you like to run down to Village Inn for a bite? I mean, after work."

It was her turn to hesitate. "I guess so," she said after a moment.

I held up my hands. "Look, if you're uncomfortable, I understand..."

"No, no," she said quickly. "It's just... well, I don't date much, and I'm... I dunno, I guess I'm unsure about how to react."

"Okay," I said, "it's not a date. We're just a couple of friends, no, make that new acquaintances, having a bite in a public place." I winked.

She laughed. "Okay, you're on."

"So," I said, "how about I put this stuff," I held up my bags, "in the car, listen to the radio for half an hour, and swing by here when I see you come out?"

She grinned. "Works for me. See you in a while."

I walked out to the car, deposited my packages, and listened to the local NPR station; Jazz on a Saturday Night was the program, and the DJ had selected nice, light (not to say smooth jazz) pieces that put me in the mood to be adventurous.

At length, I saw Jane walk out the entrance. I pulled up, stopped the car, and hopped out to get the door for her. "Aren't you the gentleman," she said, and chuckled.

"One of my finer qualities," I replied.

We arrived at the restaurant within minutes, and were seated in short order. We talked, ordered, talked, and ate. Oh, and talked.

I could probably detail most of the conversation, but it would accomplish nothing. We spoke of our places of origin, our schooling, things like that. We were the same age, less a few weeks in her favor. She took the news of my divorce as a necessary part of my life; I secretly rejoiced that she had never been married, and had in fact never had a proper boyfriend, not since college.

We spent close to an hour chatting and eating. The crowd was thin, and I didn't feel we were taking up the waitress' earning abilities; but I said, "We should probably make our exit. These folks may be looking to get out of here."

I signaled to Linda, the nice young woman who had been serving us, and she brought us the check. I smiled at her and thanked her; and as she left, Jane watched me stroke out a five-dollar tip on a thirteen-dollar meal.

Her eyes widened. "You're generous," she murmured.

"Nah," I replied, "these people work hard. She boogied while we sat in the lap of luxury. Okay, not luxury," I added, rolling my eyes, "it's only Village Inn."

We both laughed a little.

We left the building and reached my car; at which point, she said, "You know, they say you can tell what kind of person someone is by how they treat a waiter."

I was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Like you said earlier, I'm a gentleman."

I opened the car door and let her in. Before I closed it, she said, "Yes, you are."

I fairly bounded around to my side of the car, got in, and drove her back to her car.

Once again, I got out to let her out; but she had already let herself out. "I'm capable," she said, smiling in the parking-lot light.

I screwed up all the courage I had, and said, "Uh, listen, I had a great time."

"I did too," she said, as she got into her car and started it. She immediately got back out and turned to face me.

"Do you suppose we could do this again?" I asked, hoping I wasn't begging.

She smiled again. "I'd like that." She started fishing in her purse.

"Uhm," I said, "do you suppose I could call you?"

She proffered a business card, from the state by the look of it. "Well, I certainly hope you will!" she said, indicating where she had written her home number.

On impulse, I took her hand and placed a little kiss on it. I winked; she giggled. "Gentlemen!" she exclaimed, and drove away after a final wave.

I was in heaven.

The next evening, right after dinner was completed, I worked up the nerve to call her. It was about seven.

Long story short, we talked until almost ten.

It was a magical, delightful, intimate conversation that taught us about one another and left me panting for more.

Finally, I said, "I'd like to cook dinner for you sometime. Are you free next Saturday?"

There was a pause; then, "I'm sorry, there must be static. Did you say, 'cook'?"

I chuckled. "I did indeed."

She laughed. "I can't boil water. I'd love to have you cook for me."

"So, Saturday?" I inquired.

"Saturday it is!" she exclaimed. We rang off after a moment or so more.

Through the next week, we had lunch together every day, and talked on the phone every evening. It was the beginning of a love affair; at least, it felt that way to me.

And that scared me.

Now, don't get me wrong. Jane was delightful. In the time I had known her, I'd had more fun than in the whole time I was with my ex.

But I knew I was susceptible. I had to play it cool.

The next Saturday found me playing chef as Jane sat and talked to me. We chatted about everything and nothing, great topics and small. When I placed before her a meal of chicken Marsala, sugar snap peas, sliced tomatoes, green salad, and fresh bread, I thought she'd swoon.

I had a one-woman fan club, no doubt.

Over the next couple of months we continued to talk at night, go to lunch together by day, and canoodle on the weekends; but when we were at work, we were at work. We maintain completely professional decorum. (In fact, I discovered later, no one knew we were together for many weeks.)

One Friday evening, we were in her apartment, sitting on her couch, enjoying one another's company. We had progressed to the kissing stage; but this evening, we began a kiss that turned passionate.

When it broke, I said, "My, that was good."

She looked at me. "It really was," she said distractedly, and laid her head on my shoulder. I placed a kiss on her forehead; then she said, "Your birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, isn't it?"

"Right you are," I replied.

She turned her face to mine. "So, what can I get you?" she asked, smiling.

I grinned. "Just you," I said, "and I think I already have that."

She chuckled. "Yeah, you do." We sat in companionable silence for a moment, then she asked, "I mean, I wanted you to be able to unwrap something."

I laughed. "Oh, do NOT give me a straight line like that!"

She scooted back a bit, and smiled. "What?" she asked. "I don't get it."

"No," I said, "it might be... too much."

She punched me playfully. "I wanna know," she said.

I sighed. "Okay, I was going to say I'd love to unwrap you. But I'm a gentleman, remember?" I added hastily, holding up a hand.

She laughed again. "Silly boy," she muttered, and leaned back onto me.

There was a silence, as she rested her head on my shoulder. We sat, holding one another, concentrating on our own private thoughts; then, she said, "There is something we should discuss."

I sat back a little; she repositioned herself to face me.

"I've only ever had one... well, boyfriend, I guess you could say. I was in college, I guess nineteen, maybe just over twenty. He was charming, about twenty-four or so. I," she paused, choked back an emotion, and continued, "I allowed him to seduce me. He told me he loved me, so it was okay, right?" She grimaced. "And then, a month or so later, he moved on. He told me it had been fun, but we just weren't right for one another."

I was angry that anyone would treat her that way, sad that she had been so naïve.

She continued, "You have to understand, I'm only here because I want to be. Here in you apartment, I mean."

"I'd never treat you like that," I said softly.

"That's what I mean," she replied. "That stuff about being a gentleman? Don't think I didn't catch on right from the beginning." We fell silent for another moment; then, "I guess I just thought you should know there was someone before you. I mean, in case it really mattered. Just seemed like an apropos moment to let you know."

We kissed again, softly at first, then with more passion; then brought ourselves back to earth, and gazed into one another's eyes.

I kissed her, on the head this time, and made as if to rise. "I need to scram," I said.

"Okay," she said calmly, rising with me.

As we got to the door, I said, "Look, I didn't mean to stir things up. I mean, that comment, about the straight line... I wasn't trying to set anything up. I hope I didn't offend you."

She said, "Sweetie, I'm flattered." She smiled, completely without guile. "You have nothing to worry about," she added, softly.

A tender parting kiss later, I was out the door.

The next ten days or so were filled with the usual: smooching, making out, working, like that. I buried the sadness I felt over her maltreatment; she had clearly done so, at least for the most part, so it wasn't my place to pout for her.

Then came Friday, my birthday.

I really hoped Jane wouldn't go to any trouble on my account. After all, I had met her shortly after her birthday, and as such had not been able to proffer her a present.

She showed up at my apartment just before 7:00pm, right about on schedule. We had a warm greeting kiss, after which she announced her plan.

"I have a present for you," she replied.

I saw nothing in her hands except a large purse. "So where did you stash it? Or do I really want to know?" I finished, waggling my brow.

She laughed. "Stop it!" she exclaimed.

We sat at the table and ate the light meal I had prepared -- I was thrilled she loved my cooking; it was in my blood and in her tummy -- and retired to the couch for some post-dinner canoodling and conversation.

Around 9:30, she yawned. "I guess it's about time for your present," she said, looking very sly.

"Anytime," I responded.

"Okay," she said, "go into your office. I'll set it up, and I'll call you when it's ready."

I retreated into my apartment's second bedroom, which I used as an office / computer room. I closed the door; within two minutes, I heard her sweet little singsong, "Come and get it!"

I opened the office door and turned to the right, toward the living room.

She wasn't there.

"No, silly, back here," I heard her say. I turned and walked down the hallway to my bedroom. I flipped on the light...

... and there she was, on my bed, spread-eagle, with three strategically-positioned bows.

There was a red one on her right nipple, a blue one on her left, and a white one barely covering her mons.

Her arms were held apart, as if welcoming me into a hug. "Come and get me, lover," she cooed.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her essential nakedness. "You're beautiful," I breathed.

"I'm also the only one naked. Join me," she said, and winked.

I stripped down and slipped into the bed beside her. I plucked each of the three bows, mindful of a slight tremor; whether in my hands or her body, I could not tell. As I ran my hands over all the nice curves and bumps, all I could think was to say, "You don't have to do this."

She took my face in her hands and said, in a voice strong, clear, and gentle, "I've been without the pleasure of your touch my whole life. Make love to me."

Well, I complied.

++++++

I'll leave the details of our lovemaking to the reader's imagination. Suffice to say, her milkless and never-suckled breasts were firm, proud, and desirous of my attention; her pussy was tight and accommodating, but only after I'd become her one and only cunnilinguist, eliciting from her a powerful orgasm (which, only by grace, did not result in my skull popping like a melon). The moment we came together, I thought it impossible I'd ever have an orgasm its equal.

As we lay there, recovering from a combined four orgasms (she'd had three; I'd had one: hey, thirty is not eighteen), I broached the subject.

"Uhm," I said carefully, "I didn't use any protection."

"You got diseases?" she asked in a lazy tone.

I laughed. "Of course not."

She looked into my face. "So what's the problem?"

I ran my hand over her smooth abdomen. "Just don't think we need to have anyone... uh, you know, take up residence... uh, here," I finished, indicating her womb-ish region.

"I started taking the pill," she said, "a couple weeks before we... had that discussion. Remember?"

"Yeah," I said softly.

"I was thinking things might come to this. Hoping, actually," she said. "I knew you wanted me."

I chuckled. "You think a lot of yourself."

She leaned into me. "You think a lot of me, too. So shush up."

We both laughed, and slipped into slumber.

I awoke around three-thirty, bladder screaming; I extricated myself from her limbs, padded into the toilet, and voided. When I returned, she stirred and said, "Oh, thank heaven."

"What, baby?" I said, thinking she'd tell me she was glad I was still there.

"I thought you'd never finish. Gotta pee, bad," she said, slouching out of bed and making for the potty.

I chuckled, mostly at my own denseness; and then thought to lay a towel across the bed.

She returned to the bed, backlit by the pale nightlight I kept in the bathroom. She slid in beside me, felt the towel, and said, "See? That's what I mean. A real gentleman."

We chuckled; she slid up next to me, kissed my jawline, held my arm, and began sawing logs. I joined her soon after.

++++++

My handlers at the contract firm were not happy with me.

Not only was I fraternizing with an actual state employee, I had hidden the fact from them.

My supervisor stood behind her desk, paper in hand; I sat before her, looking (and feeling) cool as a cucumber.

She shook the paper. "So what am I supposed to do with this?" she insisted.

"Donna, it's easy," I said, facetiously. "You accept the invitation, or you don't. What part do you not grasp?"

She glared at me. "You should not have done this!" she thundered.

"Done what?" I asked, mildly. "Fallen in love with a woman? or invited you to the wedding?"

Donna sat heavily, head in hands. "Jeff, Jeff, JEFF..."

I stood; I'd had enough. "Forget this," I said, and her head jerked up.

"I'm marrying Jane," I said flatly. "You want my resignation? Consider this it."

I walked out of her office.

She dashed out after me, and grabbed me by the arm. "Jeff, look, this is so against the rules.."

I shook her off. "So release me."

"I don't want to," she said plaintively.

"Donna," I said, softly, "the heart wants what it wants. Accept my impending nuptials. Find a way to keep me where I am, if you can, a new place if you must. But the wedding will happen."

She shook her head, turned, and walked away.

++++++

So the wedding happened. Jane's bosses at the state, as much as they would have been in their rights to discipline her for an on-paper ethics violation, weren't hard-assed about things.  We, in turn, did not rock the boat; it would have been potentially awkward, or at least presented an appearance of impropriety, for me to work in the same building, and we all knew it.

I allowed the firm to place me, in a full-time capacity, with a municipal government organization. One, I realized quickly, that was better suited to my abilities.

Donna and I patched up our tiff. She attended the wedding, as did Fred and other of my co-workers.

++++++

It's been twelve years, now. Jane stopped taking the pill; we've had a few visitors, like our two daughters and our son. We still love one another with a blissful fire; sex is better with each passing year.

We're both in respected positions; the future's so bright, as the songwriter said, we gotta wear shades.




Jane



And all because Fred wasn't at his desk that day.



Jane



This had been a bad idea from the beginning; vacation with her sister, to a resort hosting a singles week. It was her own fault. Jane had always had issues saying no, not wanting to hurt anyone, so now she was stuck here. 

Sure, the beach was beautiful with its white sand, and the ocean was a brilliant blue, but this wasn't her idea of fun. Organized ice-breakers, games, activities, and the nightly dances -- these were meant for people who were on the look-out for someone -- like her sister, Nancy. 

Nancy was younger by seven years. She was tall (5'10"), blonde, blue-eyed and thin. She had taken after their father's side of the family. She was stunning, and she knew it. She had blown through four marriages, and was on the prowl again. Nancy begged Jane to come with her. She even paid for the trip with her settlement from husband number four. It would be a sister bonding time. After all, Jane was single now, too. 

Jane's thirty year marriage had ended last year. She had come home from work to an empty house. Literally empty, except for pieces belonging to her family, her husband cleaned out the house, and their bank account. Kind soul that he was, Dan did leave a note telling Jane his twenty-eight year old girlfriend was pregnant and he was going to do the right thing by her. 

It was as if he had shoved a knife in her heart. Jane couldn't have children and in the back of her mind, she had always felt inadequate. She guessed the vows made thirty years earlier meant nothing. So, she was left alone to start over. 

Just what does a mid-fifties woman do? It would probably have been different if she had known about his indiscretion, but Jane was totally blindsided. She thought her marriage would last forever. But it didn't, and here she was, on vacation, with her gorgeous sister. 

Jane -- plain Jane, that's what her father had always called her. She was not tall (5'5"), not blonde - mousy brown hair with some newly added blonde highlights. She missed the blue-eyed gene and got green, and she was far from thin. She was a generous plus-sized woman with curves. Whereas Nancy could run around in her bikinis, Jane made sure no one could see her stomach or thighs. 

Yes, coming here had been a bad idea. The sister bonding? Laughable. Nancy was surrounded by men. Jane was present, but off to the side, hardly noticed by anyone. Thank god Nancy had insisted on separate rooms. Jane thought they would save money if they stayed together, but Nancy knew she wouldn't be sleeping alone. In fact, Jane rarely saw her sister before two in the afternoon. 

Jane did a lot of walking on the beach, picking up shells, and occasionally venturing into the ocean It was during a cooling dip on the Friday before they would go back home, that she had been caught by surprise. A wave came up and sucked her under. She wasn't that far out, but being tossed around, she was unable to navigate her feet to stand. Fear was coming upon her, fast. 

They were strong arms that took hold of her waist and pulled her to the surface. Jane was coughing, and her arms and legs were flailing about. 

"Relax, miss, I've got you. You're going to be okay. Relax." 

Easier said than done, but Jane tried to push her hysteria to the side. She was still coughing, but not moving about so much. She let the arms hold her until she could breathe normally. She got her feet planted on the ocean floor, but still the arms held her. 

"Thank you... God, thank you. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along." 

Jane turned in the arms that still held her. She was greeted by rich brown eyes, and a perfectly white smile. 

"It was entirely my pleasure," said the man who had rescued her, speaking with a bit of an Indian accent. "As long as you are okay, miss, I will take my leave," dropping his arms to his side. 

"No, wait. You were so kind, please, how can I thank you?" 

"Oh, there is no need," he said as he started to walk towards the shore. 

Jane started to follow him. "Please, you saved my life. There must be something...." 

"Miss, if you had seen me go under, would you have tried to help?" 

"Of course, but...." 

"No buts. It's what one human does for another." 

When they reached the shore, Jane stood in front of him, and stuck out her hand. 

"My name is Jane Randall, and thank you," she said trying hard to sound calm and cool, but looking like a poor, drowned cat. 

He gently took her hand in both of his, shaking it. 

"I am Manish Gupta, and you are quite welcome. Have a good day, Miss Randall." 

With that, he turned to walk away. Jane didn't stop him. She watched as this slender, dark man walked down the beach. 

All of a sudden, it struck her. Jane sank to her knees and began to cry. If Manish hadn't come along, she very likely would have drowned. And who would know? And who would care? She had never felt so alone in her life. 

Later, Jane went back to the resort, showered the sand and salt off her, and fell into a fitful sleep. Instead of feeling rested when she woke, she was overcome by the need to change her life. She had been hiding for the past year, ashamed of having been disposed of by her husband. Today's accident made her come away with the desire to live again. 

Happy hour started around four o' clock at the resort. Nancy had only been up a couple of hours. She stood at the bar, tall, tan and blonde, in a beautiful turquoise sundress. There were men all around her, vying for her attention. Damn it, she thought. Where the hell was Jane? Nancy didn't want to ruin her night wondering where she was. 

Jane stepped out of the salon right at four. She grabbed her shopping bags and dashed to her room to change, and then meet Nancy. She had gone and done something she had never done before. She treated herself to a new hairstyle, makeup, pedicure, and bought a new dress. There were only two days left here, and she had decided to live them. 

She pulled the royal purple sundress off its hanger and put it over her head, careful not to mess her hair. The soft fabric skimmed over her hips and the drapes accented her voluptuous cleavage. She clasped a shell necklace around her neck, put on the matching earrings, and slipped on her sandals. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror. 

Wow, not for nothing, she thought. I don't look half bad. The salon had styled her hair short and sleek, very Audrey Hepburn-ish. Despite all the sun block she applied, her skin was a beautiful golden tan, which played up the highlights in her hair. The makeup person had done a great job of accenting her best features, without using a ton of product. Her eyes were a gorgeous shade of sea green. Watch out world, I'm coming, she thought. 

Jane entered the bar just before four-thirty, and immediately saw Nancy in the middle of a group of men. Nancy barely acknowledged her, so Jane moved a ways down the bar. 

Jane ordered a Malibu Rum and pineapple juice, and looked around. Why did she think tonight would be different? She had been here almost a week. People had already hooked up. The lonely, discouraged feeling started to come over her again, when she saw him. 

Sitting alone in the far corner of the bar was her guardian angel. She called the bartender over, and ordered him a drink. 

"Compliments of the lady in the purple dress," the bartender said as he placed a fresh martini in front of Manish. 

"Who?" 

Pointing to the other side of the bar he said, "The lady right over there. Oh! Where'd she go?" 

Jane walked up behind Manish and tapped him on the shoulder. 

"Remember me?" 

Manish turned in his stool and took in the sight in front of him. Could this possibly be the same woman he had pulled from the ocean today? A very lovely woman stood before him, with a smile that lit the dark corner. 

"I hope you don't mind. I know it's not much, but I wanted to say thank you for what you did today." 

"Jane? You bought the drink?" 

"Guilty. Anyways, thanks again," she said, turning to go. 

Then she stopped. Jane what are you doing? She spun around, with as much nerve as she could muster. 

"Manish, I don't suppose you're free for dinner, are you?" Manish stood up and smiled. For the first time, Jane noticed he was just a little taller than she, and really very slender. For a fleeting moment, she felt like a whale, but quickly shoved that thought to the back of her mind. This was dinner, nothing else. 

"I would be delighted," Manish said. 

He placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked towards the restaurant. Nancy's jaw dropped as Jane and Manish walked by her. In Jane's opinion, the look was priceless. 

The restaurant had doors that opened onto a lanai, used for dancing. It was lit with tiki torches, and fairy lights decorated the trees. Soft music was performed by a steel drum band. Their table was in a discreet corner of the room, and was set with candles and flowers. 

The pair refreshed their drinks and ordered appetizers. Jane suddenly felt very tongue-tied. Manish must have sensed this and initiated the conversation, and kept it going when she faltered. 

Manish was a CPA at a law firm in Atlanta. His family had moved from Mumbai when he was just a boy. He was forty-eight now and a widower for five years, losing his wife to cancer. Theirs had been an arranged marriage. He explained the practice was still quite common. Parents took into account things like their ages, height, family backgrounds, castes, and even their astrological compatibility. He had only met his wife, Shanti, a couple of times before their wedding. 

Jane listened and watched him intently. Manish was very dark skinned, with black, wavy hair, not too long, with just a little gray at the temples. His voice was rich and sing-songy. She was engrossed in his story, asking him questions about their feelings when they met, and how could he marry without being in love. 

"We learned to love, and there was always respect." 

"And children?" 

"None, Shanti had cancer for many years. First she had breast cancer, then cervical, then finally uterine. It seemed as soon as we thought one cancer was under control, another appeared." 

"I'm so sorry," Jane said, placing her hand on his. 

"Thank you. It was hard for a long time. The first time I slept in our home after she passed was so lonely. I guess I hadn't even realized how completely I loved her." 

Manish looked up to see tears brimming in Jane's eyes. As she blinked, one slowly rolled down her cheek. Manish took his finger and tenderly wiped it away. Jane dropped her eyes. She wasn't sure if she was saddened more by his loss, or for a love that didn't exist between her and her husband. 

At that moment, Nancy came up behind her. "Hey!" 

"Oh, hi," Jane was wishing she would go away. 

Manish stood up and extended his hand. 

"Nancy, this is Manish. Manish, this is my sister, Nancy." 

The 5'10" Amazon in four inch heels towered over the man. She limply shook his hand and then turned back to Jane. 

"I need to go to the Ladies Room. Come on." 

"That's okay, Nancy, I'm fine." 

"No, you need to come with me. Now!" 

Nancy turned on her heel and strode off, knowing full well Jane would follow. 

"Will you excuse me for a moment, Manish? I'll be right back." 

Manish stayed standing, as she rose to follow her sister. He watched the two women; they were different as night and day. Where he felt lightness with Jane, he felt only darkness with her sister. 

"What are you doing with a black man?" Nancy demanded. 

Jane turned red and her eyes glared. It was all she could do not to scream her answer. She very quietly but firmly said, "Number one, he is not black, he is from India. Number two, what the hell difference does the color of his skin make? Number three, what gives you the right to stick your nose into my business?" 

"Look, Jane, I've got a whole table full of nice-looking men, more than I can handle." 

"Yeah, all the men you've already slept with, or plan on sleeping with. No thank you." 

Nancy fumed, "Jane? What's gotten into you? You're all dressed up, for god's sake. What the hell's going on?" 

"Why, because I decided to dress for dinner? What's your problem, Nancy? Do you need to me to sit near you, watching you and your men? Am I not 'allowed' to have dinner with whomever I choose?" she exclaimed defensively. 

"But...." 

"No, this conversation is over, Nancy. I am going back out there and I am going to have dinner with a very nice man. Have a good night." 

When Jane returned to the table, Manish could tell she was upset, but didn't want to push. "Is everything okay?" 

Jane took a huge swallow of her drink and nodded. "Now, where were we?" she asked, smiling. 

Dinner was excellent and the conversation was stimulating. Manish spoke of the years after Shanti's death, and how he came here at the urging of a coworker. 

"I wasn't keen on coming, but Rob thought it would do me good. He canceled out at the last minute, so I ended up here by myself." 

Jane told him of her sister's plan for her to come. She briefly spoke of her marriage and the reason it ended. She told him about her job as a catering manager, at a large convention center in Pittsburgh. The conversation flowed easily. They had finished dinner almost without realizing it. 

When their after-dinner drinks were served, Manish suggested they walk out on the lanai. Music was playing. It was still warm out, with a soft breeze coming off the ocean. The air was heavy with the fragrance of flowers. 

They sat at a table near the fountain. Jane found herself swaying to the slow Caribbean music. 

"Would you like to dance?" asked Manish. 

Jane was surprised, and a bit flustered. "I'm really not very good, you might regret it." 

Manish rose and held out his hand, smiling his beautiful smile he said, "I'm willing to risk it if you are." 

Manish held Jane in his arms at a respectable distance, and began moving around the dance floor. Jane constantly looked down at her feet, trying to mimic his steps. 

"Jane, look at me. I hate staring at the top of your head." 

"I can't. You dance too well, and I have to see what you're doing." 

"No, you don't. Just let me lead you." 

"I can't, don't you see? I'll step all over you," she said looking down again. 

"Rubbish," he said and he pulled Jane against him. Her body was flat against his. "Now you can't see your feet and you'll just have to follow my lead." 

Jane blushed furiously. She was embarrassed about her dancing, but also about being held so close. It wasn't that she didn't like it. Quite the contrary, it felt good to be held again. 

She finally let herself relax and trust her partner. The couple seemed to move effortlessly around the dance floor, with only an occasional missed step. Manish continued to hold her close, their cheeks side by side, her breasts tightly held against his chest. 

Song after song, Manish kept Jane dancing until he asked, "Are you warm? Would you like to take a break?" Jane drew back and nodded. If truth be told, she was enjoying being held by Manish, and his slow, sensual movements. They returned to their table, and sat watching the others, not speaking. 

"Jane, how would you feel about a walk?" 

"I'd love it," she smiled. "I usually walk down to the beach at night." 

They walked through the gate, along the sidewalk to the sand. As they followed the tree-lined path, Manish spotted a red hibiscus flower lying on the ground. He bent to pick it up, and handed it to Jane. 

"A beautiful flower, for a beautiful lady; it pales in comparison." 

Jane smiled and simply said thank you. It had been years since a man had given her a flower. When they got to the sand, Jane paused to slip off her sandals, as Manish removed his. He offered his hand to hold her balance, and then he didn't let it go. The pair walked in silence, hand-in-hand, under the light of the moon. 

The water was very calm. You could barely hear it as it came up on the shore. Manish led her down to the very edge, so that the water lapped at their feet as they walked. They strolled for about fifteen minutes, until they could no longer hear the noise from the resort, and the lights were but small twinkles against the night. 

Manish stopped and tugged at Jane's hand. She turned to face him, with a questioning look in her eyes. Manish placed his hands on the sides of her face and leaned into her. Jane closed her eyes as his lips came to rest against hers. His lips were soft, and his kiss was tentative. 

Jane realized she had been holding her breath, as he kissed her. She hadn't moved, and she hadn't kissed him back. Manish dropped his hands. 

"I'm sorry, Jane." 

"Why? Why do you say that?" 

"Look, Jane, I obviously misread signals. If I was too forward, I'm sorry." 

"No, no, you weren't. It's just, well.... Manish, I haven't kissed a man other than my husband in over thirty years. I'm a little out of practice, and a whole lot of nervous." 

Jane stepped toward him and took his hand. This time it was she who placed her hand on the side of his face. Leaning close, she kissed him. 

Manish returned her tender kiss with one of his own. As she pulled away he said, "I suppose I should get you back now." 

They held hands and walked towards the resort. For some unknown reason they each turned their eyes upward just in time to see a shooting star. 

Jane quietly said, "Breathtaking." She looked at Manish and said, "You know, we should make a wish. Close your eyes and wish, but don't tell anyone what you wished for, or it won't come true." 

Jane's eyes were still closed when she felt his lips on hers once more. Still tender, the kiss lasted longer than the other two. When they separated, they just stared into each other's eyes, not saying a word. 

Manish put his arm around her shoulders and they started to walk again. It seemed natural for Jane to put her arm around his waist. They didn't speak until they reached the sidewalk, and put on their sandals. 

"Another drink?" he asked. 

She smiled and nodded, "And another dance?" 

Manish chuckled and took her hand. They had to walk by the dance floor to get to the bar. He stopped and pulled Jane towards him. She came into his arms and held him close, resting her head on his shoulder. 

The couple danced, talked and drank until after midnight. Jane didn't know where the time had gone, until Manish offered to escort her back to her room. 

They were quiet on the elevator. Manish raised her hand and looked at it, tracing her fingers with his other hand. He discovered that her room was directly above his by three floors. 

When they arrived at her door, shyness seemed to envelope the pair. Manish took both her hands in his. 

"I had a nice time tonight, Jane. I'm glad you asked me to join you," he said looking down at her hands. 

She stared at his dark hands holding her light ones. She supposed she should feel a little odd about it, but she didn't. The only thing that felt odd were the butterflies in her stomach. She looked at him, praying he would look up and kiss her. 

"Me, too," she said, noting he was not moving. "Well, I'd better go in." 

He raised her hands to his lips. First he kissed the backs of them, and then he turned them over and kissed her palms. He opened her arms and pulled her hands to either side of him, forcing Jane to come closer. 

She slid her hands around his back as she came into his arms. Their kiss was still tender, but no longer tentative. Manish held her close, running his hands over her back, touching her neck, her hair, and sending chills through her. 

Jane felt the muscles in his back tense, as she moved her hands lightly over him. Memories of how good it was being held by a lover flooded her. They seemed to be breathing at the same pace. It was as if time stood still with that kiss. 




Jane



In Jane's mind, the kiss ended all too soon. She buried her face in his neck and breathed in his scent, as he continued to hold her. 

Manish whispered, "I need to let you go in now." 

She lifted her head and looked at him. "Will I see you tomorrow?" 

"Let's plan on lunch, and then visit the bazaar in town." 

"I'd like that," she said, kissing him once more, before turning to open the door to her room. "I'll meet you in the lobby at noon?" 

Manish agreed and gave her one last kiss, before she turned into her room. "Good night, Jane." 

"Good night, Manish. See you tomorrow." 

After Jane closed the door, she leaned her back against it. She was excited about seeing him again, but disappointed he hadn't asked to come in. But then, she thought, what if he had asked? Her body was saying yes, but honestly, was she prepared for a vacation fling? 

Manish stood waiting for the elevator. His attraction to Jane was a new feeling to him. With Shanti, it had been arranged. It had been his duty. But now, with Jane -- his body stirred. There was no question he wanted her, but he felt guilty. Was it fair to be with someone just for a weekend? 

Early the next morning, Jane was sitting by the pool enjoying some coffee and fresh fruit, when she heard his melodic voice. 

"Good morning, pretty lady," Manish said as he bent to kiss her cheek. 

She beamed at him, as he came to stand in front of her. "Is this seat taken?" 

"No, of course not. I didn't expect to see you until much later." 

Manish looked at her across the table, "Then perhaps it's fate. Perhaps, we were meant to spend the day together. I was thinking of going snorkeling this morning, would you join me? I'll be there to rescue you, if you get into trouble." 

"I'd love that," Jane replied. 

"I'll go arrange for our gear, while you change. Meet you at the stand on the beach?" 

Jane readily agreed and the two went their separate ways to prepare for their adventure. 

The water was unbelievably clear. Manish helped Jane with her flippers and they carefully waded out. When they began to swim, he took hold of her hand. He could see her smiling, even with the snorkel in her mouth. It showed in her eyes. 

They were careful to avoid touching the coral reef and steered clear of the jellyfish. The colors of the fish looked like neon lights, in the water. After a while, Manish checked his watch and motioned for them to begin to return to shore. 

When they got out of the water, Jane could not stop talking about what she had seen. Her eyes were wide and excited, and she barely stopped to take a breath. On and on, she spoke excitedly, until Manish saw no other option. He stepped forward, cupped her face, and kissed her long and deep. 

Jane eagerly returned his kiss. She stepped forward and put her arms around his waist and pulled herself into him. She could feel her nipples harden, under her wet bathing suit. She wondered if he was aware. 

Although somewhat surprised, Manish wrapped his arms around her, and kept his lips locked on hers. She felt good in his arms. He liked the felling of her full-figured body against his. It was when he felt his manhood start to react, that he broke away. 

He stood with his arms on her shoulders, putting a couple of inches between their hips. He kissed her again lightly, and then smiled at her. 

"We should get changed for lunch, and head into town." 

Jane was weak with excitement, and could only nod. 

They met about an hour later. Manish's face lit up when he saw her walk across the lobby. "Do you want to eat here, or head into town?" he asked. 

"I'm really not all that hungry. Let's head in. We can grab something there, if we want." 

The resort shuttle took them into town. Manish had his arm over the back of Jane's seat, and she leaned into him. His hand dropped to her shoulder, and she moved closer. She smelled faintly of flowers. If they had been alone, he would have bent closer and smelled her hair, her neck, her.... It was best to think of other things. 

The bazaar was filled with mid-day traffic. They wandered in and out of the booths, looking at pottery, shell items, and straw hats. Manish bought a wood carving made from lignum vitae. 

Jane was drawn to the embroidered linens and batik clothing. She was looking at a semi-shear top made of all the colors of the sea. Manish came up behind her. 

"That's you. You have to get that." 

Jane blushed and looked at the top again. It was low cut, lower than she wore, with thin straps. 

"Oh, I don't' know. It's not really me," she said. 

"Are you kidding?" he asked. "It is exactly you. Look in the mirror. Look at the colors against your skin." 

Jane looked at her reflection and had to agree -- the colors were perfect. She was looking at a couple more pieces, when Manish asked if she was all right. 

"There's something I want to look at, but if you'd like me to stick by you, I will." 

"Don't be silly, I'm fine. I won't go further than one or two booths. Just come back when you are done." 

He gave her a quick peck on her cheek, and then disappeared into the crowd. Jane felt a warm glow come over her. God, she thought, I really like this man. 

After Manish returned, the couple spent the rest of the afternoon together, stopping to drink coconut water of the shell, and snacking on fresh fruit. They talked, laughed, held hands, and occasionally enjoyed a stolen kiss. Both of them felt it was natural and right, but they did not speak about it to the other. 

On the way back to the resort, Manish made Jane promise to wear her new top. He didn't know she bought a sea-green wrap skirt to go with it. 

Manish wanted to walk her to her room, but she told him she had other things to do, and would meet him later. She stopped by the pool, to check in with Nancy. 

"Well, look at those bags. Where've you been?" asked Nancy, looking over the top of her sunglasses. 

Jane suddenly felt defensive, but kept her voice light. "I went to the bazaar in town. I wanted to get some souvenirs." 

"Why didn't you ask me to go? You shouldn't have gone alone." 

"Nancy, you don't surface until after one o'clock, each day. Besides, I wasn't alone." 

Nancy sat straight up. "Don't tell me you were with that..." 

Jane bristled, "Don't you even go there, Nan. Not when I am in such a good mood and having more fun that than I've had all week." 

"But Jane...." 

"Stop, okay? I just wanted to check in. Oh, and don't look for me at dinner. We're not sure where we're eating. I'll see you tomorrow, when we check out." 

Nancy opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it. She watched her sister walk away. Jane was carrying herself differently, and Nancy noticed. What happened to her? 

Jane painstakingly prepared for her date with Manish. Her date, she thought -- I'm going out on an actual date. She hummed as she meticulously shaved her legs and arms. She smoothed on lotion over every inch of her body that she could reach. She styled her hair the way she had been shown yesterday, and carefully applied her makeup. She even touched up the polish on her toes. She wanted to look perfect for Manish. 

She stood in her bra and panties, and tied her new skirt around her curvy hips. It clung where it should, and fell away, making her look soft and sexy. The silk material felt good against her legs. She reached for the ocean-colored top and slid it over her head. 

"No, no, no!" she exclaimed, horrified. 

Her bottom lip began to quiver and tears began to form. Because the top was so low cut, half of her bra showed, making her look cheap. She could even see the bra through the arm holes. She quickly threw on a strapless bra she brought with her, but to no avail. There was no way she could wear the top now. 

Then she remembered Manish told her it was perfect, and made her promise to wear it. But the only way to do that was, oh god, go braless? She hadn't done that since she was a teen. Now, with her sagging breasts, she'd look like she was shooting herself in the foot. But, she had promised. She took off the strapless bra, and looked in the mirror. 

Okay, not too bad, if she kept her shoulders back. The V of the neckline rested along her substantial globes and if she walked slow enough, their jiggling was kept to a minimum. Still, she felt so naked and exposed, afraid her nipples would show through the fabric, but they didn't. 

She studied herself again. She had to admit, she looked better than not too bad. Her curves were accented, and what she wanted to hide was well hidden. She felt sensual, even sexy. She was going to do this. 

Manish stood, nervously, in the lobby waiting for Jane. He wasn't sure why, but he needed tonight to be special. He had brought her an orchid, and wondered if that was a little too corny. Maybe he should just get rid of it. 

Then he saw her, and his heart leaped. She was beautiful. She seemed to float to him, from across the lobby. 

He presented the orchid to her and softly kissed her lips. "You're stunning this evening. I was right, that top is perfect." 

Jane didn't remember the last time she felt this special. He offered his arm and guided her to a restaurant she had yet to try. The hostess led them outside to a private cabana on the edge of the beach, and told them the waiter would be with them shortly. 

The cabana's opening faced the ocean and allowed full view of what promised to be a phenomenal sunset. The table was set so that the chairs were adjacent to each other, instead of having to sit across the table. Manish held her chair as she sat, and then not wanting to wait for the waiter, went to work opening a chilled bottle of champagne. 

"Manish, this is so special, so wonderful," she said, her eyes sparkling. 

He looked down and smiled at her as he handed her a fluted glass. He was caught by surprise that the gesture afforded him a clear view of her breasts. There was a stirring deep inside. She really was getting to him. 

Dinner was wonderful -- made even better by the conversation. The sun burned scarlet ribbons in the sky as it set. It was peaceful, watching the colorful display, while they sipped the last of their champagne. Manish constantly caught himself stroking Jane's arm, or touching the side of her face. Jane returned his kisses enthusiastically, at times letting her lips linger longer, and welcoming his advancing tongue. 

When it looked as if their glasses were just about empty, Manish raised his in a toast. 

"To you, Jane, thank you for making these past two days the best of the week." 

Jane felt warm. She wasn't sure if it was from the compliment or the champagne. 

"Manish, I've hated every day I was here up until you pulled me from the ocean. I don't think you'll ever how know how grateful I am." 

Manish placed his hand over hers, and raised it to his lips. Without her seeing, he slipped his other hand into his pocket. Jane smiled and then lowered her eyes. As Manish lowered her hand, she felt something on her skin. 

"Oh!" she gasped. 

Manish fastened a silver bracelet around her wrist. The chain was delicate and it held one charm made from mother-of-pearl. It was a shooting star. 

"Oh my god, Manish! How? When? Why?" was all Jane could seem to say. 

Manish beamed at her, "Today at the bazaar when I left you. I spotted it earlier and thought it would be a good way to remember your trip." He toyed with the dangling charm, "Remember?" 

"I'll never forget," she whispered, leaning over to kiss him. "Thank you." 

Jane kissed him again, deliberately and deeply. His arms went around her and he stood, urging her to come to him. 

And she did. Jane walked into his arms with an overwhelming urge never to leave. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him as a lover kisses. Their kisses became passionate. Manish accepted her unspoken invitation to explore her mouth with his tongue. 

Jane moaned as his hands moved on her back, gathering her even closer. Her body began to react to her long-dormant needs. 

Their kisses became more demanding. She moved to rub her hardened nipples against him. Manish's hands dropped to the rounded part of her, below her waist and gripped her there. He moved his hips into her as he held her fast. There was no hiding his desire. There was no need. 

Their breathing became fast, panting. It must have surprised them both, because they broke their kiss and held each other tightly, their faces buried in the other's neck. 

"Jane, I need you," Manish whispered. 

She lifted her head to look into his eyes. She found warmth and honesty there. It was like coming home. She kissed him again, moving her body in such a way, that he knew she needed him, too. 

Once more, they clung together, kissing, holding, bodies rubbing, until Manish could no longer handle their movements. 

"Let me make love to you," he begged, stepping out of their embrace. "Please, Jane." 

He led her out of the cabana, through the restaurant and the lobby, towards the elevators. When they entered the waiting car, Jane hit the button for her floor, and leaned against the wall. Manish stood before her, and she put her hands on his waist, pulling him closer. She smiled and pushed her mouth against his. Her kiss seemed to want more, but all too soon, the elevator sounded her floor. Yet, perhaps it wasn't too soon. 

Jane grabbed his hand and walked with him to her room. Once inside, Manish pushed her back against the wall and leaned into her with every inch of his body. His lips demanded her attention and hers complied, as the interaction became more heated. 

Manish drew back, led her to the bed and sat her down. He sat next to her, stroked the side of her face with the back of his hand, and raised her chin. His eyes asked her an unspoken question. 

"Yes," she whispered, and brought her lips to his, her hand cupping his cheek. 

Manish gently lay Jane down, all the while kissing her. He kissed her mouth, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and then back to her mouth again. His hands were in her hair, turning her head to give him better access to her neck. One kiss near her ear and she moaned. 

He kissed and nibbled the side of her neck, then trailing up and down both sides of her throat. Goose bumps formed on Jane's skin and when he started kissing along her collar bone, she arched her back and inhaled sharply, her hands squeezing his arms. 

"Oh God, my neck," she murmured. 

Manish kissed back up her throat, to her mouth once more, his tongue nudging hers. Jane's mouth was eagerly devouring his. He again kissed her face, moving towards her ear. 

"I am going to dine on your beauty, and gorge myself on your womanhood," he whispered. 

All Jane could do was shudder. His kisses continued downward, filling the V of her top. His hand began to move to the hem of the light shirt, and then underneath it. Jane held her breath as she felt his warm hand touch her belly. 

Manish used his fingertips to make light circles on her belly, moving upwards. Jane's exhale was shaky. Her whole being felt skittish, but she wanted this so badly. 

Up, up his fingers crept until her felt the underside of her breast. Another small gasp escaped Jane's lips, as she felt his hand begin to close over her breast, and its kneading movements begin. Manish moved his lips to hers, and she felt her nerves melt away. His kisses had such a calming affect on her. 

As his hand encompassed more of Jane's full breast, her mouth opened to moan. Manish took this as an opportunity. There was a tango of tongues, as he pushed into her mouth. Jane found herself running her hands through his hair as they French kissed. Her nipple strained and tightened under his hand. 

Manish left her mouth, again kissing downward. He moved his hand away from her, and lifted her shirt to expose her wondrous breasts. He adjusted his body to massage one, while he placed his lips over the pink nipple of the other. When his hot wet mouth met her skin, Jane cried out in pleasure, and pulled his head tighter to her breast. There was no mistaking her need, or his desire to please her. 

Manish was generous with the amount of time he devoted to Jane's chest. He discovered how sensitive she was in the crease where her breasts met her abdomen. He was a bit surprised at her need to be sucked hard, and to have her nipples gnawed on. And as much as he could have spent hours rejoicing in their splendor, he wanted much more. 

He ended his attentions to her chest and came up to kiss her again. He put his hand on her shoulders and sat her up, before reaching for the hem of her top and lifting it over her head. He knelt on the floor and buried his face between her breasts. He kissed one, then the other, and began kissing down between them, arriving at the waist of Jane's skirt. He took one end of the tie that secured the skirt to her, in his teeth, and pulled. Jane's breasts jiggled as she trembled, watching him untie her skirt. 

She felt embarrassed and exposed as the skirt fell away in the front, leaving her sitting bare-chested, only in her flesh-colored panties. Manish sat back on his knees, his hands resting on the bed, on either side of her. 

"You're beautiful, Jane." 

"No, I'm not. I'm...." She tried to speak, but his lips covered hers. 

"You are unbelievably beautiful, to me." 

Jane's hands went to the buttons on his shirt. One by one, she undid them, exposing his dark skin, and then pulling it off his shoulders. Jane traced his nipples with her fingers, before dropping her hand to his belt. She tugged to loosen it, and Manish put his hands on hers. 

He pulled her up and took her in his arms. The feel of her breasts against his skin electrified Jane. He touched his lips to hers in a long, slow, loving kiss. He ran his hands all over her back, before cupping the cheeks of her ass, and pulling her even closer. 

When Manish ended the kiss, Jane was barely breathing. As he bent to slide her panties down her legs, and help her to step out of them, he kissed her trimmed mound. A shiver ran through Jane's body. He walked her to the side of the bed and gently helped her to lie down. 

She lay there, completely exposed, but now not caring, not embarrassed. Manish dropped his pants and boxers on the floor. His black, uncut cock stood out proudly. Jane just stared, never having seen one like this, and almost feeling unsure of what to do. 

He lay down next to her, wrapping her up in his arms. When they kissed, every part of their bodies touched. His hands moved all over her body. His cock seemed to wedge its way between her legs. His kisses were not demanding. They were sweet -- those of love. 

Manish pushed Jane onto her back again, and took up where he left off, with her breasts. He savored them with his licks, sucks and nibbles. As he covered them with his kisses, his hand moved down over her belly. Jane's legs opened as he approached her. 

Gingerly, he ran his finger up and down her lips, ever so gently pushing in to separate them. As he entered the warm area, Jane gasped. Manish kissed her again, and slowed his movements. 

Up and down, Manish ran his finger, neither touching her clit, or her hole. Just lightly rubbing, getting her used to his touch, yet making her want so much more. 

Jane was moaning and moving her hips, trying to get his finger where she needed it most. She grabbed at his arm and looked at him, desperately. 

"Please! Oh God, please," she begged. 

Manish moved his finger to meet her needs, gently pushing it in deep inside. A guttural sound escaped from within her. He was making his way down her chest towards her belly, with his lips. Light, feathery kisses mixed with occasional licks. 

He could feel and hear her hot tunnel begin to moisten. He also heard her breathing become more rapid. Still, he kept kissing lower. 




Jane



Manish was acutely aware of the scent rising from between her legs. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, let alone one who was a passionate as Jane. He was going to savor each moment. 

He used his hand to open her lips and expose the jewel he was seeking. One touch of his tongue and he was greeted by an astounding gasp, and Jane arching her back nearly completely off the bed. Her hands gripped the bed as she cried out over, and over, and over again. 

He pulled his tongue back, but kept his finger moving until her breathing slowed and she appeared less anxious. 

"That was the most glorious sound, my darling, and one that I want to hear again." 

He concentrated on her now completely wet hole, taking care as he added a second finger. He reached up, seeking a change in texture, the spot that would send her to new heights. 

As her body adjusted to the increased thickness, Manish once again sought out her hard pulsing button. He wasn't as tentative this time, wanting too badly to hear her sounds of ecstasy. 

His tongue circled Jane's clit several times before flicking it. Her body trembled and her hips rocked. The night was filled with mewling sounds coming from her, and the sounds of moisture from Manish's fingers moving in and out, as he massaged her G-spot. 

It was becoming more than Jane could take. The muscles in her abdomen started to ripple. The feeling Manish's fingers caused was incredible. There was a pressure, but not. It was unlike anything Jane had experienced, and it caused her to moan. 

When he heard the change in her voice, Manish increased the G-spot massage, at the same time engulfing her clit and sucking it vigorously, pushing her towards her climax. 

Once more, Jane gasped and her hips rose, and her hands tore wildly at anything they could reach. Her head rolled back and forth, and she wailed in pleasure. Manish removed his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue. He dove in deep to drink from her. 

Jane's sweet juices flowed and Manish lapped at them with his tongue. Jane hiccupped as she tried to catch her breath. 

"Please, please..." was all she could mutter, as she tried to calm down. 

Manish rose from between her legs and lay beside the trembling woman. He put his arms around her and held her close, kissing any part of her he could reach. Jane turned to face him, moving as close as possible, and being made very aware of his need for her. 

She was nervous as she moved her hand down his chest, down his belly, between their bodies. 

Her voice sounded shaky as she whispered, "Manish, I want...I've never...I don't know how to touch one like yours." 

"Let me guide you, my sweet one." 

He lay back and took her hand in his and helped her to stroke him. Jane was fascinated by his foreskin, and the blackness of his cock. He was already hard, and as they moved his foreskin down to expose the bulbous head, a drop of precum appeared. Now it was Manish who moaned. 

He removed his hand and let her play on her own. Her hand was soft and tender, as she moved it on his cock. Jane felt herself growing excited once more. Manish began to move his hips as her stroking became more firm. 

"Manish?" she whispered, "I need you in me." 

He needed no more encouragement than that. He moved on top of her, raising her knees towards her chest and opening her wide. His cock was hard and dripping with precum. 

He prodded her wet, quivering hole. The sight of black on white was intoxicating to him. Slowly, he began to penetrate her warmth. As he moved, Jane inhaled deeply, cherishing every moment of the feeling of being filled by him. 

He proceeded until he could go no further. Now they were bone on bone, one completely inside the other. Manish looked down at Jane, her face looking soft and youthful. Her eyes opened and they were filled with desire. He leaned down and kissed her, at the same time as he began to move his hips. 

Pulling almost completely out, and then pushing back in, his movements were slow and calculated. In and out, watching her face, and enjoying being inside a woman again. Slow, leisurely, sensuous movements. 

Soon, the couple began to lose themselves in the moment. Manish pushed Jane's knees back further, attempting to gain even more access. Jane couldn't remember the last time a man felt this good. 

When Manish increased his thrusts, he stopped holding Jane's knees and gripped her shoulders. His mouth sought hers with a lustful hunger. The legs he had been holding wrapped around his waist. Jane's heels dug into his ass, and her arms held onto his back. The couple succumbed to the fervor of the act. Their kisses became urgent and their movements became wild. 

Manish's entire body began to tense. He held Jane even tighter as he lunged forward as hard as he could. Hot cum burst from him, filling Jane with his heat. As he pushed and ground himself deeper into her, Jane's own juices flooded forth, combining with his. Thrust met thrust as the couple sought to bring fulfillment to the other. 

Manish stopped, collapsing on top of Jane, his cock still buried inside her. Each fought to catch their breath, their bodies covered in sweat from their exertions. He raised his head and looked at the captivating woman below him. She smiled at him and moved to touch his lips. The kiss said more than words ever could. 

Manish lifted himself off her, his cock slipping from its warm haven. He once more gathered Jane into his arms and held her. Kissing, stroking, and massaging her in loving movements. They stayed this way until sleep fell upon them. 

The white curtains billowed in the warm breeze of the morning. Manish woke aware of feeling something he hadn't felt in a very long time. First, he felt the warmth of a woman's body lying naked next to his. Second, he felt Jane's soft hand gently stroking his cock. 

He turned to reach for her willing body and brought it against his. She never stopped stroking him as he kissed her. She never stopped stroking him as his hand went between her legs. She was already warm and dewy, and ready to receive him. 

He moved on top of her once more, entering her easily, their hips gyrating to the same rhythm. The passion had returned from the previous night. Or perhaps it never left, but simply woke from its slumber. 

After their needs had been satiated, they finally spoke, lying in each others arms, their bodies intertwined. 

"Jane, my love, you are so wonderful." 

"My dear, sweet man -- thank you. You've given my life back to me, in more ways than one." 

He tilted her chin, kissed her and said in a whispered voice, "How am I supposed to leave here? How am I supposed to leave you?" 

Tears formed in Jane's eyes. "You are so kind, so giving, so...." 

His lips silenced her speech and dried her tears. They stayed that way for a long time, afraid to speak anymore. It was Manish who noticed the time. 

"I've got to finish packing. I've got to be at the airport at eleven." 

"Oh god, so do I! I've got so much to do!" 

Manish hurried into his clothes, as Jane put on her robe. He was walking to the door when he stopped and turned around. He almost ran to Jane, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her, as if it was the last kiss he would ever experience. She gave back to him, everything she could. 

Separating one last time, Manish dug a business card out of his wallet. 

"In case I don't see you, please, please contact me. I'm not ready to lose you." 

Jane nodded and he quickly kissed her and left. One lone tear dropped onto the card. 

Jane rushed through her packing and just barely reached the bus stop for the shuttle to the airport. Nancy was waiting impatiently. 

"Well, this is a first," sniped Nancy, "me waiting for you?" 

"Sorry, I slept through my alarm." 

Nancy looked at her, squinting her eyes. "What did you do last night?" 

"Huh? Oh, dinner on the beach. You?" 

Her sister threw her head back and laughed. "Would you believe I double booked myself last night? Oh well, let's just say two men are leaving here very happy." 

Jane wasn't listening. As the bus pulled up, Manish came rushing around the corner. His face lit up when he spotted her. 

"What time is your flight?" he asked. 

"Twelve forty-five. We change planes in Atlanta." 

He reached for her hand, "I get off in Atlanta. I'm on that flight." 

Jane felt a myriad of feelings. Happy to see him, thrilled at his touch, breathless to be close to him again, and sad that she would have to say good bye once more. 

Everyone boarded the shuttle. Jane never even saw Nancy holding a seat for her. She saw no one but Manish. The couple sat, holding hands, and whispering. Manish toyed with the shooting star on the bracelet he gave her. 

"Do you believe wishes come true?" he asked. 

"I hope so," Jane responded. 

As they disembarked, Nancy immediately went to Jane's side and jerked her around to face her. 

"Don't even tell me you fu...." 

"Shut up, Nancy! You have no right to speak to me about what I do with my life. If you feel the need to examine anyone's life, look at your own," Jane told her angrily, walking away and leaving Nancy standing with her mouth open in astonishment. 

Baggage was checked and everyone headed to their various gates. Manish put his arm around Jane's waist, possessively. She leaned into him, enjoying having a hard male body next to hers. 

Unfortunately, the plane was full and there was no opportunity to change seats. Jane was stuck sitting next to her sister. The first thing she did was put her headphones on so she didn't have to deal with her. 

All through the flight, Jane and Manish stole looks at one another. She wanted him so badly. She needed him with every part of her being. 

In Atlanta, Nancy and Jane left the plane to find their next gate for the flight to Pittsburgh. Manish held her hand as he walked along side Jane. They reached the intersection for him to leave. For the last time, he turned to her and drew her close. 

"You have my card and I have your number. We'll talk tonight. This is not over, Jane. I promise you. I never had the luxury of falling in love on my own. But I do now, and I think I am. Be patient, my love, because we will meet again." 

He kissed her good-bye and held her close, whispering, "I believe." 

Manish turned and headed towards the baggage claim. Nancy stood off to the side, hands on her hips, waiting for her sister. Jane stood in the middle, looking at Nancy and thinking about returning home to her lonely existence, and then turning to watch Manish as he walked away. 

"Manish. MANISH!" Jane surprised herself by crying out, "WAIT!" 

She ran towards him, as he turned back. His arms opened and he caught her as she reached him. 

The lovers hugged and kissed and laughed. 

"I can't leave," Jane said, excitedly. 

"Then come home with me," Manish told her. He kissed her long and deep and then smiled, "I told you I believe."



Jane



Her name is Jane; she is my wife's younger cousin. She is about 25, 5'8" about 120 pounds with 36a breasts that are gorgeous. Her ass is to die for. She is single and lives by herself. I have really not thought about her is a sexual way but she had been on my mind lately at parties and I was just thinking on what she would be like in bed. I am 56, 6' tall about 280 pounds. I have a 9" cock that I would love to slide into her hot body and was going to give it to her whether she wanted it or not.

I knew she lived in a secluded area where her nearest neighbor was a good ½ mile away. She had her own home and lived alone. As far as I knew, she was a virgin. That didn't matter to me; if she was, she wouldn't be soon. If she wasn't, that was all right too.

I arrived at her home early in the morning about 1. I turned my car off and quietly closed the door. I quietly moved up to her place and walked around it looking for any sign that she might be awake. There was none. I went to the back door and picked the lock and walked in. I closed the door and locked it. I listened for any sound that she might have heard it and hearing none started to move to her bedroom.

I got to the door of her bedroom after checking the others to make sure that she was alone. Finding no one else I slowly took off all of my clothes and moved into her room. She was lying on her stomach, her beautiful ass peeking out from under her night shirt covered in light blue panties. Her head was to the side of the bed and she was breathing lightly. I stood there watching her for a couple of minutes, my cock started to get hard. I started to stroke it as I looked over her delicious body. In a minute or two, my cock stood up hard as a rock. Continuing to stroke myself it started to drip pre-cum.

I slowly moved over to the bed. I jumped onto the bed and over her body. I quickly grabbed her head and moved it so that her mouth was into the pillow cutting off her scream. She tried to move me off her but I was too heavy for her. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. 

I bent down and told her, "Be quiet, don't scream or fight. I have been watching you for quite a while and want you. I am going to slide my rock hard 9" cock into your hot body and fuck you! You can relax and I'll take my time and maybe you will enjoy it or you can try to fight me and I'll rape you and it will hurt!" 

With that I ripped her night shirt from her body. Her beautifully proportioned ass was covered with her panties and that was the only thing she was now wearing. I slowly stroked her back and along her sides until I got to her breasts. The swell of them was evident as I moved my hands under her and cupped both of them as my 9" cock lay between her thighs and up against her satin covered pussy. I ground it into her as I felt her tits. Jane cried, "please don't do this, I'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt me." 

I told her, "There's only three things I want, your mouth, pussy and ass. Whether I hurt you or not is up to you. I'm going to fuck you with my big hard cock whether you want it or not."

She tried to throw me off her and in that moment she had an opportunity to escape. But my quick reaction took her by surprise and I regained the advantage over her. I then turned her over onto her back and hit her. She cried out in pain and I then took her arms and tied them to the bed. I then moved down and tied her legs to the bed. I pulled the ropes on her legs until she was widely spread open. I then came over her again and told her, "I told you not to fight me, now I'm going to fuck you hard and I don't care if it hurts you!" I grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body. 

She screamed out, "DON'T, NO, NO, PLEASE NO!! I DON'T WANT THIS!!"

I moved over her body and lay between her beautiful thighs, my cock rubbing up against her beautiful cunt. She didn't shave but she didn't have a lot of hair and her pussy looked delicious. I took my 9" cock, rock hard and dripping pre-cum and rubbed it against and into her lips. She was dry but my pre-cum started to lubricate her. As I rubbed my cock head into her I felt her pussy loosen up some and it slipped into her hot cunt a little. As I felt her pussy get a little wetter I told her, "Get ready bitch because I'm going to slide my cock into your cunt and fuck you now!!"

Jane started screaming, "NO, NO, NO!! DON'T DO THIS PLEASE!! I'M A VIRGIN!!" I pushed my cock into her tight, hot cunt. I pushed until I felt the resistance of her hymen. She was wet, but not too much. I pulled out and thrust back into her pussy breaking her cherry. She cried out, "NOOOOOO!!! YOUR HURTING ME, IT HURTS, OW, OW, OHHHH PLEASE NOOOOO!!!"

I told her, "I told you that you could have done this easily and maybe you would have enjoyed it but you had to fight me. So now I'm going to give it all to you and fuck you hard!!" I then thrust forward and buried all my steel hard, dripping hot cock into her. My cock came to rest against her cervix. I pulled it all the way out of her, she sighed in relief. I again then lined it up to her cunt and thrust all of it into her. 

She screamed out, "NOOOOOOO, OH GOD NOOOOOO!!! YOUR'E HURTING ME!!! NO, NO, PLEASEEEE NOOOOOO!!" 

I again rested my cock against her cervix and told her, "I'm sorry it's hurting you but you wanted it that way. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FIGHT ME!! NOW I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU!!!"

I pulled out and thrust back in and started a slow rhythm in and out of her hot, tight cunt. She was crying, "No, no, no, please, noooo!! Don't do this anymore. I don't want it, pleaseeeee!" I continued to fuck her body, slowly getting faster. I started to fuck her hard and fast with long strokes in and out of her body. After a minute or so I really started to give it to her. I fucked her faster and faster, harder and harder. Her pussy was now wet with my pre-cum, her blood and now her own pussy juice was getting her well lubricated. She was telling me no but her pussy was now telling me, "FUCK ME!!"

Janes breathing was now coming in faster, short breaths. Her body was responding to my cock invading her now hot, dripping cunt. She couldn't help it, her body was doing it all on its own. She would soon be doing it with me. Her crying was getting less, her breathing getting heavier as I pummeled her dripping cunt. Her juices were now running out over my cock and down the crack of her ass. 

I was fucking her hard and fast, brutalizing her body. My cock was a blur in and out of her pussy as I fucked her. Her breathing getting faster and faster as her body responded to my cock. Her body was starting to enjoy it even as she told me -- NO!! I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. I reached up and started to caress her beautiful tits. Jane was now moaning softly as I fucked her. She was getting into being raped!!

As I continued to fuck her she started to moan louder and longer. Her screams of pain were now turning into cries of pleasure as she was starting to fuck back against me. I slowed down and gave it to her in long strokes, letting her feel every inch of my steel hard, hot, dripping 9" cock. Her pussy, tight, hot and wet around my cock was responding to the rape. She now started to get into it, "OHHH, OH, OH, NOOOOOO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?? I, I, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MEEEE!! STOP, OH PLEASE, DON'T, DON'T STOP!! FUCK ME, FUCK, FUCK MEEEE!!"

I told her, "Your body is responding to my cock Jane. Your hot cunt is taking my long, hard, hot cock and grabbing it as I'm fucking you!! Soon I'm going to cum, you're milking my cock with your tight, hot pussy and I'm going to shoot my hot, thick, sticky cum deep into your cunt. I'm going to fill that pussy until it runs out of it!!" 

She cried out, "NO, NOOOOO PLEASE GOD NOOOOO!! I DON'T WANT TO GET PREGNANT!!"

I told her not to worry that I had a vasectomy many years ago and that she won't get pregnant from me. That calmed her down and she started to move her hips against me as I drove my cock deeper and deeper into her dripping, hot cunt. My cock parted her cervix. I bit down on her nipple and she exploded in orgasm, "OH FUCK MEEEEEE!!! WHAT, WHAT IS HAPPENING?? OH MY GOD, OH, OH, OH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!!!! I'M CUMMINGGGGG!!!!"

As she came, my balls expanded and cum shot out from my sac, through my cock and exploded into her cunt. "FUCK JANE, I'M CUMMING, I'M SHOOTING MY HOT, STICKY CUM INTO YOUR BEAUTIFUL BODY!! OHHHHH FUCKKKKK YESSSSS!!! I'M THEREEEEE!!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MEEEEEE YOUR PUSSY IS FANTASTIC!!!" I shot over and over again into her hot, tight, dripping cunt. My cum began to fill her body and then ran out and down over my cock and her ass. I bent down and kissed her for the first time. Her tongue came out and found mine. We kissed hard as I continued to fuck her, filling her pussy with my cum.

I kissed her and she kissed me back as we continued to fuck each other. I slowly pulled out, moved up over her body and placed my cock to her mouth and pushed in. I slid it into her hot mouth and she started to suck me. She continued to suck my cum from my balls getting all of me. As she sucked my cock I reached over and untied her arms. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in closer, talking more of my cock into her mouth and then her throat. I turned around and now fucked her mouth as I dove between her thighs and sucked on her dripping cunt. As I ate her cunt she kept sucking my cock. 

I untied her legs, pulled my cock from her hot mouth and moved off of her body. I turned her over onto her stomach and raised her up on her knees. Her beautiful pussy and ass open for me to do what I wanted. I again moved down and started to suck her cunt. Soon she was grinding her pussy into my face, her face buried in her pillow as she cried out, "SUCK ME, SUCK MY PUSSY, EAT ME, EAT ME, OH MY GOD!!!"

I grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her cunt down to my mouth and tongue. I fucked her pussy with my tongue and brought my fingers to her dripping pussy. I coated a couple of my fingers with her pussy juice and slid one into her ass. She groaned as I slid it into her tight virgin ass as I ate her.

"OHHHH NOOOOO, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, EAT MY CUNT!! SUCK MY PUSSY, EAT MY CUNT!! OH FUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME NOW," she cried out as I slid a finger into her ass. I moved it in and out, fucking her ass. Then I moved a second and then a third into her tight virgin pucker. I sucked her cunt and fucked her ass bringing her to another explosive orgasm, "OHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK MEEEEEE, I'MMMM CUMMINGGGGGG AGAIN!!! OHHHHHH, OH, OH, UGH, UGH, FUCK MEEEEEE," she cried out.

As she was cumming I moved from her cunt and slid my other hand up and started sliding fingers into her dripping pussy. Two, three and then four fingers into her box and fucked her as I kept three fingers in her hot, tight ass. I fucked her and she came again. I kept fucking both of her holes as she started to cum. "OH YOU FUCKING BASTARD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHHH MYYYYY GODDDDD, FUCKKKKK MEEEEEE!!!!!!"

I pulled my fingers from her cunt and plunged my cock deep into her. I thrust in and out a couple of times and pulled my fingers from her ass. I pulled my cock from her cunt and placed it to her rosebud. I pushed forward and my cock head slid into her virgin asshole as she came. "NOOOO NOT MY ASS. OHHHH MY GODDDDD, NO, NO, NO, OHHHH MYYYY GODDDDD!!! YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN TWO. NOOOOOOO!!! DON'T, DON'T, DON'T!!"

I plunged all of my rock hard cock deep into her virgin ass. I held it there for a moment and then started to give it to her long and hard. I fucked her ass, then reached down and started to feel her cunt with my hand. I found her clit and massaged it. I fucked her in and out of her ass, my fingers fucking her cunt. Jane cried out, "NOOOO, PLEASE NOOOOO!!! 

I started to fuck her ass slow and long, sliding every inch of my rock hard 9" cock deep into her body. Her ass was tight and hot as I buried my cock up to my balls in her bowels. After ten minutes or so Jane started to change her tune. She started to fuck back against me and her breathing again got faster and harder. She cried out, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!! OHHHHH MYYYYY GODDDD, FUCK MEEEEEE!!! I'M, I, I, I'M, I'MMMM CUMMINGGGGG AGAINNNN!!!"

I continued to fuck her tight ass as she came. My cock felt wonderful in her delicious dark tunnel. She squeezed my cock with her ass muscles and milked it with them. I plowed her ass and felt my balls tightening. My cum would soon be filling her bowels. I started to fuck her ass hard, with long hard strokes as my cum built up. "I'm going to cum bitch. I'm going to fill your ass with my cum!!" I fucked her faster and harder, my cock buried deep into her body. As my cum shot out of my balls and into her ass, I told her, "I'M CUMMING SLUT, I'M FILLING YOUR HOT, TIGHT ASS WITH MY STICKY, HOT, THICK CUM!! OHHH FUCK YESSSSSS, YOUR ASS IS FANTASTIC, I'MMMM CUMMINGGGGG!!! FUCK MEEEEE, I'MMMMM THERE!!"

I shot load after load of cum into her ass. I kept fucking her and fucking her as my cum filled her bowels. Jane was cumming again as I emptied my balls into her, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE, I'M CUMMINGGGG AGAINNNNN," she cried out!

After a couple of minutes I finished shooting my cum into her previously virgin ass and pulled out. I took her in my arms and held her next to me. I took off her blindfold and she saw for the first time who her rapist was.

"Don, oh my god, Don. You raped me, then made me like it, then raped my ass and made me like that too. I don't know what to say or do. I should call the cops but I did enjoy it after you got my body to respond. It was wonderful." Then she slapped me across the face hard, and then kissed me, passionately!

I moved her hand down to my cock and she stroked it. After a couple of minutes I was hard again, I pushed her head down and told her to clean it with her hot mouth. She was reluctant to begin with but she took me into her hot mouth and started to lick and then suck me, cleaning my cock and balls. She soon had me shooting my cum down her throat. She gagged some and then continued to suck me until she got all of it from my sac. 

We got up and took a shower together. I cleaned her pussy and her ass and then slid my cock back into her pussy and fucked her until she came again. We finished our shower; I got dressed, put her back to bed, kissed her and left. 

I would be back...



Jane



We were 19. Jane was my favorite lover at the time - a pretty face with round cheeks and a mouth slightly upturned at the corners, bright blue eyes, a mop of short blonde hair, and a lean body made for dancing. In summer, she'd wear dangerously short cutoffs and tank tops, her pert little nipples constantly poking through as an invitation to my mouth.

She was the first girl to make me cum with her mouth. Prior to her was an array of naive high school blowjobs, novel at best, but mostly dull prelude to the pure rhythmic fucking that made high school so great. By the time I made Jane, I had come to the conclusion that fellatio simply wasn't my thing - my cock wasn't built for it, didn't respond to it, needed a wet cunt or an eager hand. I loved Jane's cunt and her talented hands, but when I told her about my lack of enthusiasm for having my cock sucked, she gasped slightly. 

"You're kidding," she said.

"Nope."

She looked me over slowly. "Because it's one of my favorite things."

"Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Really," she replied, smiling mischievously.

She took me by the hand and sat me in an armchair, then dropped to her knees and lowered her face to my lap. She pressed her mouth against my jeans, and blew soft, warm air against my already-swelling cock. Her eyes were blue-white, like lightning across a clear sky. When she could tell I was rock-hard with anticipation, she unbuckled my belt and tugged my jeans down, my springing out. 

I had never met a girl so eager to have my cock in her mouth. Jane took it between her lips, her mouth a slick, warm, wet tunnel engulfing my shaft. She moaned slightly, and I could feel the vibration in every vein, every nerve-ending. My hips instinctively tightened, and I let out a slight moan as she began to bob her face onto my cock. It was the most natural thing in the world to pump my hips in unison with her mouth, my cock sliding in and out of her. When she came up for a breath and wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking it hard and fast, I began to shudder and moan openly.

But still, in spite of her obvious talent, an orgasm was far away for me. It was an orientation thing - I just wasn't used to be pleasured this way. In future sessions I'd cum in no time, but on this maiden voyage my pleasure kept building then receding, like a tide or a desert mirage. 

The great advantage to this was that I got to experience the full range of her talents. She twisted her hand as she bobbed her mouth onto me. She cupped my balls, massaging the cum out of them as she flicked her tongue against my cockhead. She moaned with the head of my cock in her throat, her beautiful watery eyes locked on mine. It was as if she were tuning me, tuning my cock like an instrument, bringing it into harmony with her mouth until every millimeter of it hummed for her, swelled and vibrated for her.

What finally did it was a simple thought, one I had never had before. I closed my eyes, every inch of me shaking with pleasure. Her mouth was locked around the top of my cock, her hand furiously stroking the shaft. It reminded me of self-pleasure, and I thought, this is like really incredible masturbation. Jane is my sextoy. My fucktoy.

That was it for me. I gripped her hair in my fist, and she began to whimper with my cock in her mouth. My balls tensed in her hand. Somewhere deep in my head, I heard distant birds or bells. Everything became about my cock, my pulsing, thickening cock, and that gorgeous wet little mouth surrounding it. My face twisted with pleasure, my hips thrusting forward as the first thick sticky rope of my cum shot straight down her throat. She moaned and stroked me, my shaft jerking against her tongue as I emptied my balls into her. I had to take her hand and stop its movement, the sensation was so deliciously painful. I opened my eyes and looked down to see my cum overflowing, dripping from the corners of her Mona Lisa mouth. 

She sat up and licked the corners of her mouth, then leaned down and licked my cock clean. "What did you think?" She asked.

"Again, please," I said.