Now that we were out of the living room and someplace a whole lot more private, Jeana calmed down and relaxed. Relatively speaking that is — she got very excited kissing me, especially after I tugged the sash loose on her bathrobe. I pulled away from her lips and kicked an earlobe. “I was wondering which pajamas you would be wearing.”
She pulled back so that she could look me in the eyes. “What do you mean? Which pajamas?”
“Don’t you remember? I told you to change out of your regular pajamas into something else.” I tugged her robe open.
“No, you told me to take my pajamas off completely.”
“That’s what I meant, your invisible pajamas.”
Jeana giggled at that. “And come into the living room dressed in my invisible pajamas!? No way!”
“So, does that mean you changed into your invisible pajamas after you went to bed?” I slipped a hand under her baby doll top and caressed the smooth warm skin of her belly.
Jeana whimpered at my touch. “I can’t tell you that,” she said, her breath becoming a bit ragged.
“I think you can. Did you do the other things I told you to do, too?”
Jeana was squirming in my lap as my hand moved up and traced a line along her bra. “I can’t… no… I mean…”
“I am going to find out, no matter what it takes.”
“Noooo…”
I lifted her in my arms (thank God I worked out this time around) and carried her over to the couch. I set her down on the couch, and Jeana lay back on it, but I didn’t join her. Instead I grabbed all the blankets and comforters I could find, and dropped them on the carpet. Kneeling down, I spread them out, forming several layers as an impromptu mattress. I tossed a couple of throw pillows at one end, and then Jeana joined me on the floor. “This might be a little more comfortable,” I commented.
“You still won’t get me to talk,” she replied.
I waggled my eyebrows and replied in a corny German accent, “Vee haff our vays, vee can make anybody talk!”
“Never! You’ll never break me!”
I kicked off my shoes and lay down on the blanket next to Jeana and we rolled into each other’s arms. Once again I let my fingers do the walking, but after a moment teasing her, I pulled her top up and off, so that she was only in her bra. I quickly undid the catch and pulled that off as well. Now I began kissing lower, working first on her neck and throat, and then down her shoulders, and then finally rolling Jeana onto her back so I could alternate on those two magnificent breasts. While I was doing this, I slipped a hand inside her pajama bottoms. Jeana immediately spread her legs apart. First I moved all my fingers across her panties, feeling the moist warmth inside, and pressing them into her slit gently. Then, I moved my hand down into her panties, and began to slowly finger her slit and clit. Jeana responded like a bottle rocket that had just had the fuse lit; she cried out and tried to hump her little bottom up off the floor and even tighter against my fingers.
I rubbed Jeana’s clit until she had an orgasm, relented slightly so she was coming down from it, and then started up again. I was even more vigorous this time, using my thumb on her clit as my fingers moved back and forth in her pussy. Jeana came even harder this time. Once she peaked I slowly let her down, to finally just cuddle in my arms. I kissed her cheek. “Oh my God! That was… amazing!” she told me.
“Amazing is my specialty,” I quipped.
Jeana laughed at this, and propped herself up on an elbow. With her free hand she began undoing the buttons on my shirt. Knowing of our plans for the day, I hadn’t bothered with an undershirt. “Weren’t you chilly?” she asked.
“I figured you might be able to warm me up.”
Jeana continued on, and unbuttoned my pants. When she pulled down my zipper, she got another big surprise. “You’re not wearing any underpants!”
I had decided to go commando today, just as a shock for her. “I was hoping to wear the same underwear you were wearing.”
Jeana smiled at that. “I guess I fooled you.”
“I guess you did.” I raised up and pushed my pants down off my legs, and then pulled off my socks. I now had less clothing on than she did. Jeana noticed this and peeled off her own pajama bottoms and her panties, so that we were both naked. “Do you really wear underwear under your pajamas?” I asked.
“What! No, of course not!” she protested. Then she looked at me and grinned. “I felt kind of funny when I put my robe on after I got up, seeing you without any on, so I got undressed and put them on first. It’s kind of silly, I guess.” She giggled as she looked at my erection. “Isn’t that a problem without underpants on?”
“No more than it would be for you without underpants on.” Jeana looked shocked at the very thought. Smiling, I lay back. “Get on top,” I told her.
“I thought we were going to make love.”
“We are, just a different way.” I stretched out on my back. “Now, climb onto me just like you’re going to ride a horse.”
“Or a cowboy?” she asked, giggling. Jeana straddled my legs and then wiggled and crawled towards my waist.
I used my hands on her hips and lifted her up enough that my cockhead was brushing her pussy lips. “Go on, use your hands and put me inside.” Jeana didn’t need to be told a second time. With one hand holding my cock vertically, the other spread her pussy open enough for the head to slip inside. As soon as it was in, I slowly pulled her hips down, burying myself inside her.
Jeana sighed as she became used to this new position. “This is very nice.” She experimented by moving around a bit, and raising and lowering her hips. My cock slowly pumped up into her as she moved. “It’s like I’m in control.”
I groaned. I hadn’t come yet, and I wasn’t sure I was going to last very long. “You can be in control whenever you like,” I replied. Jeana giggled and she began bouncing slowly on me. Her tits jiggled hypnotically as she moved. I reached up and cupped them, and flicked my thumbs across her nipples. Jeana gasped and began moving faster. I pinched them and she cried out as she came, and I spurted upwards into her a moment later. I thought I was going to blast her off of me, but she never budged.
As soon as I had finished pulsing upwards, I sagged backwards into the blankets. Jeana fell forward onto my chest, still kneeling astride me, my cock still in her pussy. I wasn’t sure if I was going to go limp and slip out, but I stayed just firm enough that my cockhead stayed in her now very gooey cunt. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her tight. “I love you,” I told her.
“I love you, too.”
I continued to caress her back until I felt myself starting to stiffen again. At that point, I brought a hand around and began running a finger along Jeana’s breasts. She shifted slightly, sighing happily, and I was able to reach between us to touch both of them. Jeana began moving as well, so I used my other hand to push her back upright.
I took her hands and pushed them between her thighs. “Go on, touch yourself.” Jeana was silent, with a guilty look on her face, but then I felt her fingers gently stirring at our groins, and I knew she was rubbing her clit. I used both hands on her breasts, and became a little harsher, pinching and tugging her nipples. She gasped and her fingers began moving faster, and her ass began bouncing up and down again.
The combination of pussy juice and my come was pistoning out of her, and my crotch felt drenched. More amusing, the fluids ran down my balls, and I felt oddly cooled. This time I was definitely able to control myself, and I lasted through Jeana’s orgasm to a second one for her. This time when she fell on top of me, we shifted and she stretched out. Another flood of our mixed come washed out of her onto my midsection. “I can’t believe that. It seemed like it would never end.”