He was eyeing her tits very interestedly, for she wore a low cut light sweater and had no bra. He kept leaning towards her and peeking over the top of her garment. If anyone noticed they kept it to themselves. A couple of times she leaned toward him to let his eye in deeper, and smiled when he responded as she thought he might. It was also so clear that he had an erection for her. She wanted to reach over and squeeze it. They got into talking about going into another room. She got up with a mild smile and gave signs that she wanted to move along but lingered from him and he was aware that it was funny that he wanted to get and go, too, right now, but had an erection that it wouldn't do to show to everybody. Imagine walking down the hall like that! The very thought made his cock stick out even more for a little while.
However, all things came to pass, and Mr. Adams and Janey were soon ambulating slowly down the corridor of the floor, through and past many offices like the one Janey worked in, but mostly full of strangers. He liked gazing momentarily at her pretty strong and slender legs, flashing out or her miniskirt in their light hosiery. He was a bit of a shoe man, too, and when he got to the tiny back room he had in mind and had locked the door behind them and sat on a stool near the end of a row of storage bins, he asked her to put her shoe up on his leg and stand there for a while, during which he spoke to her in a very quiet, rapid voice, rubbed her feet and the shoe leather and her legs and begged her to give him her pussy. He was about to shove money out of his pocket when he saw her pull her panties down — first lift her skirt, then peel her panty-hose down thighs a ways, then run underpants down as far, exposing terrific big bush that he rubbed admiringly with his hand, just brushing the silky hairs on their outer perimeter and layers, laying his hand onto her mound and squeezing the flesh there very firmly and lovingly. He undid his pants at the same time and flipped out his swollen tube. She took in hand without a word and rubbed it up into rigidity.
He caressed her further down, getting now into her wettening pussy. The lips parted for his fingertips, felt pleasant from the low firm gentle stroking he was giving her.
She sighed, moved forward and spread her thighs, stood up on her toes and guided the head of his dick into her soft opening. Moving down slowly, she engulfed his hard erection. Squeezing, she moved up and down lowly, but carefully impaling herself on his flesh stick.
He undulated his hips, moving his rod in her, and she pumped back. Their rhythm was a little sluggish, though synchronised, and it wasn't long till they had speeded up a bit and were drawing terrific breathy thrills out of the stimulating friction of their genitals.
"You feel good, baby," she said to him kindly. She felt some affection for him, had in the past, though she was, mainly doing this because he approached her when she was ready for some. More than ready!
The pleasure were blazing and intense. His cock struck sparks of electricity in her hollow cable. She gripped him with a cunt convulsed by orgasm after orgasm, mild mellow and sweet, and he hurried naturally and shot off his fire inside her. The friction slowed to a halt, where they relaxed both very satisfied.
He offered her his handkerchief to clean off a little if she wanted. It seemed fresh enough.
A few minutes later, they were approaching the door.
"Nobody'll never believe this or know about this, will they?" said Janey humorously.
"Nope," he said assuredly as he drew the bolt back, opened the door, and let her go out ahead of him.
He lingered, she walked past some empty desks, and turned into the hall and went on without him.
At her desk, Maureen waiting. What a pleasant surprise.
"Hi, what's new?" said Janey, sliding into her seat.
Maureen leaned over from her perch on the end of Janey's desk. "Mike and I will come pick you up at eight o'clock on Saturday if you still want to go."
"Of course," replied Janey in an ironic kind of way that made Maureen laugh.
"What have you been doing?" she asked with a brief burning stare.
"Same old stuff," said Janey, looking down at her desk eye distracted, face neutral.
Maureen stopped gloating. "Incidentally, told somebody you had this Great Dane who was great in terms of what kind of dog he was, the form and the colour; she wanted to know if you'd think of breeding him. She might pay, I think."
Janey frowned. "Who is she?"
"Millie, who works on the public counter."
"Oh, I know her."
"You do? Good. I've got her address and phone here. You keep it and give her a call or something. What else? I don't know. But I've got to get back. I was here for five minutes before you came."
"OK, Maureen, thanks a lot, honey." But Janey wasn't really so sure about breeding Duke. Seemed like she just didn't want to exploit his beauty for money.
Of course everybody would say she was crazy. Rodney and Maureen would.
I don't care, she thought. I know what I like and what I want.
That night Rod came to see her. Duke jumped all over him, and he seemed to take to Duke much better, which made Janey glad.
"Guess what I got today?" asked Rodney.
"A quart of apple jack."
"Naw! Think again!"
"A King Kong suit?"
"No!!"
She stroked his neck. Her face lay on his chest. One of her hands had been cupping his genitals.
"A box of skins."
"What?"
"Wait and see."
"Rubbers?" she asked. He nodded. "What is so special about them?"
He wouldn't reply except to make a pass at her. Having thought about making love with her all day, the rush was on and she responded quickly because she had been ready, too, and soon got him ready to go.
She lay back on the bed in the other room, the door closed behind them. She stared expectantly at him, begging him to enter her. He smiled over his quivering mast and tore open one of the foil packages. He shook the prophylactic in his fingers until some of it unrolled. "Here, Janey, put it on me!"
He came over to her and she complied. The lubrication was very thick feeling, though sparingly applied to the condom, and it had a nice scent as well. She slowly rolled the rubber on his cock.
"Yowee!" said Rod in sort of a manic matter-of-fact way. "That's the way to tantalise a guy, young lady."
"Look at that!" remarked Janey. "The rubber's got a tip like one of those old lamp-bulbs. It makes your prick look like its got a sharp arrowhead for a tip."
He laughed at her comparison and climbed over her on the bed.
She spread he legs. The moist cunt glistened up at him. He caught a slight whiff of her scent.
Slowly he lowered himself down and entered her vagina with gradual, intense penetration.
"That's fine," she said, enticingly, full of pleasure in her organ. "That's really good, move it in all the way."
After a couple minutes of having him completely inside, she realised that something felt different. Her cunt felt hotter, yet more able to move and less painfully sensitive it friction. The lubrication on his condom was apparently an aphrodisiac. She asked him the name, but it was some Latin name, a long technical sounding thing she couldn't repeat.
"It makes me feel like I'm already coming," she cried brightly.
Rodney was pleased that the stuff was so good. The fellow assured him it was an organic mixture, and Rodney was a little bit sceptical that it would do anything. Janey gratified him with her response.
He moved in and out with slow long strokes, moving in deep, and hanging when he moved out, leaving his cock-head in, rolling it about the rim of her opening.
"Ohhh, Rodney, that really feels good."
She squeezed him and squirmed. Felt like a thousand new nerve had grown inside the walls of her cunt and were pressing down on his penis, trapping within her orgasmic place forever.