"Mmmmm," she sighed, caressing his chest and shoulders firmly with her slender hands. She pressed her cheek against the wiry curly black hair of his chesty and inhaled the subtle odour of his skin. She put her arms around his back and stroked it slowly, firmly, tantalisingly, sliding her hands downward first as she kissed his breastbone and belly as she deftly fingered his spine. His hands stroked her soft, blonde hair and played lightly with her ear lobes. She kissed his belly again, licked the hard hot skin languorously and bit as much as she could squeeze up — him being in such good shape, this wasn't easy. She buried her tongue in his navel and stayed there, nothing moving but her tongue and blood.
He squeezed her shoulders. With a long sigh, she drew her face back from her belly and gazed up at his chest, his neck, chin and face. His eyes. Her fingers were playing with his belt-line, fingertips digging down into the hidden skin.
She cupped the front of his trousers with one hand and moved her palm around and around on his wrapped-up rod. Finally she went for his belt buckle, undoing it rather slowly, for her hands were shaking, and when the metal parts rang together upon unloosening, she went for the top button of his fly. This popped right open from pressure of two fingers and thumb, and she slowly pulled back the open flaps of his trousers like the page of an opening book. The zipper slid apart as she pulled the flaps toward her and away. Finally the big tent of his white cotton shorts was right in front of her. The sheathed cock pointed up at a forty-five degree angle right between her eyes. She couldn't help herself — she opened her mouth and gripped his cotton-cased hard-on with her lips. She even ran her tongue tip on the fabric. She pursed her lips and pressed them in one more kiss on the underside of his hidden shaft, pushing it firmly against his hairy belly, before drawing her head back. Shaking a little with fantastic lust, she caressed his buttocks then slid his trousers down to his ankles and took them off his feet one by one, Rodney stumbling to a slightly new position.
Then Janey curled her fingers around the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulled them out toward her nearly six inches. The swollen head of his cock bobbed into and out of her sight. She leaned forward slowly and looked into the space between cotton and belly and legs. What a fantastic hard-on! She kissed it, she licked the top and then pulled his pants completely off. Tossing them aside, she looked up at his large compact scrotum and the long quivering thickness of his hard boner.
She came up higher and gripped his erect penis at the base with both hands. Looking at it attentively, she flicked the tip of her skilful tongues across the stoutly stretched skin of the head. It was smooth and prominent. At first it seemed to swell out even more under the touch of her mouth and her gaze.
She moved her hand softly up and down the whole length of his penis. "Rodney," she drawled, "it's so hard!" She squeezed the base, grit her teeth with desire (an itching in her gums), and watched fascinated as a clear drop emerged from the penis mouth and sat fat and glistening between the two tiny penis lips. She put the tip of her tongue to it gently. The sticky stuff clung to her tongue and stretched out in a momentary string when she drew her tongue back. She licked her lips, eating the remnant of the drop and squeezed his prick some more with both hands. It grew very red from this manipulation and throbbed insistently.
"Twitch it for me," said Janey, letting go and watching intently.
Rodney moved the right muscles and his swollen rod jumped up and down before her eyes.
She grabbed at it again. She was trembling all over. She had still not taken off any clothes, and here Rodney was completely naked in front of her with a beautiful erection.
"I must do it now," she said in a hot whisper. "I can't wait any longer!" Arching her neck, she opened her mouth very wide and took the swollen peter inside.
She brought her lips together, clamping her mouth onto pulsing rod and she began to caress him with her tongue and suck with loud slurps and loud gulping swallows. Rodney was ready. She sucked him rapidly, and he slowly rose onto the balls of his feet, leaned back, jutted his pelvis forward, put his big hands on the back of her head.
She held his enormous dick in her mouth tightly, her face kind of twisted as if in pain, but it was her eyes closed with terrific lust. Her mouth tight as she tongue bathed his penis and sucked on it powerfully.
He felt it swelling up even more inside her mouth. It was so tight, it might have burst. The rigid bony tissue pushed against her cheeks. The skin of his big stiff penis was super-sensitive to the caressing of her wonderful mouth. He moved it back and forth on her tongue, inside the tightly gripping sucking walls of her mouth cunt. Finally the swelling veins and tube of his mammoth rod could stand no more. They had to release all that pent up passion. At first a slender uncoiling of semen trickled into her mouth, and then with terrific pulsations jerking up from his testicles, the copious come popped out of him in violent spasms of pleasure.
"Ooh!" he said. "Aaahh! Aahh!"
Janey sucked all of it into her, mouth, tongue rubbing the underside of his shooting shaft, begging for all he had to give. She swallowed it with long careful undulations of her throat. Finally at the come was in her tummy. And she licked his relaxing tool clean.
She released it and swallowed a few more times. She kissed the long limp organ gratefully.
For a second she felt a twinge of regret at having gone down on him so soon. For during all that day, with all its sex play, she had not yet come properly, or so she thought. But the blow job had been wonderful; one of the best she'd ever given. He'd be firm again and would last longer the second time! Then she'd get a cuntful and savour every second of it, every hot stiff millimetre…
After a leisurely shower together, they towelled each other off and Janey put on her robe, a satiny padded garment that had a fine subtle scent to it.
They went into the living room to watch TV. Duke jumped all over them, but finally settled down, and the two of them sat on the couch, Janey part way onto Rodney's lap, her legs crossed, the top one half out of the robe. He stroked it from knee to toe lovingly, relaxing and gently stimulating her.
The TV was not so interesting. In fact they hardly paid any attention to it. What occupied them was just the pleasurable feeling of being together. The comfortable weight of Janey on Rod's pyjamaed legs, the smooth feel of her skin caressed by his, the sight and smell of her hair, the shape of her neck and head, the fine slender forearms and hands that were not covered by her dark robe, the handsome rugged thick build of Rod's hands and arms, the musky manly smell of his body next to hers, the soft scratchy feel of his abundant body hair…
"Rodney, how much did you say you pay for your apartment?"
"Janey, are you asking me to think about moving? That's a monstrous job and I have never liked it unless I was getting paid for it or doing it for a very good friend besides myself. I like to keep my house orderly and that's it, no moving around…"
"OK, OK, skip it, just wondered if you were ever in the market for a studio."
"A studio? An office maybe, to go along with the shop. A warehouse would be good."
"Yeah!" she laughed. "I think this would be good, too," digging her fist into him.
"Hey-hey! That tickles," he said and grabbed her wrist tightly so she couldn't get her hand away and cried out.
"You, want me to stop being a bachelor, huh? Want to put the cuffs on me!"
"Stop!" she laughed convulsively. "That hurts!"
"Good," said Rodney, "it's supposed to."
"Is something wrong?"