Smoothing her dress down, she said, "I think we had better return to the party, now."
He said, "Ain't you forgetting something?" Jayne looked at him, keeping her face blank.
She had misunderstood. She thought that he expected her to jerk him off, in return for the handjob that he had given her. Well, she was willing to do that. It was only fair, she reasoned. It would not magnify her guilt and she owed him an orgasm.
But he said, "You were going to phone your husband."
"Oh! Why, yes… I did forget." She smiled at him. "You took my mind off him," she said.
And then, because he was standing there waiting for her, she lifted the phone and dialed.
She thought that she would just tell Jonathon that she would be, home soon.
But Jonathon didn't answer.
A girl answered the phone.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time he pulled into the driveway of his home, Jonathon had another splendid hard-on, mainly because he had been imagining what it was going to be like to take Shirley Tiddlewell to bed – to the same bed he normally shared with Jayne and also because it was rather inspirational to have her rubbing her juicy snatch as she sat beside him in the passenger seat.
She had cupped and rubbed herself through her jeans, at first, but then, getting more excited, she had opened those brief cut-off denims and pushed her hand down inside so that she could rub and pet her naked pussy. Her lithe, nubile hips squirmed as she stimulated herself. She had one foot on the seat, her knee bent and her trim thigh arched. The other leg was extended to the floorboards. Her head was bent down so that she seemed to be – and was, in fact – watching her hand caress her cunt. She was quite interested in what she was doing. She liked to see her pussy lips unfurl and the slot get nice and creamy and the sensitive clit grow rigid. Usually when she masturbated, she did it in front of a looking glass or, if she was in bed, held a mirror in her free hand so that she did not miss out on seeing any of the juicy details that resulted from her self-stimulation.
Jonathon kept glancing sideways, finding it difficult to concentrate on the road ahead.
Shirley was aware of his interest.
"You got a mirror in your bedroom?" she asked.
"Why… yes…"
"Oh, good. I like mirrors. I never had a chance to watch myself get fucked, always doing it in cars and all. I just know that will be a real turn on."
Jonathon was in agreement.
He grinned and said, "In fact, there's a full length mirror on the back of the closet door. If the door is opened at just the right angle, someone on the bed can see himself reflected."
"Oh good! I'm keen on that idea." She giggled. "I saw myself suck a dick once," she told him, causing his pecker to heave and throb.
She said, "That was in a car, of course. But I tilted the rear view mirror down and knelt on the seat so that I could watch the guy's prick go in and out of my mouth. I forget who the guy was – maybe I never knew his name, come to that – but I sure remember his cock. It was a whopper! Anyhow, I really got a kick out of seeing that in a mirror, watching my lips pull on his cock head and push down his shaft and all. And when he shot, it was a real thrill, I'll tell you! I knew he was gonna cum so I opened my mouth wide and just sort of laid his cockhead on my tongue so that I could see his jism spurt right into my mouth. Ummm. So I know. I'll just love watching myself get balled."
And so, with talk like that, and pussy petting to observe, it was little wonder that Jonathon had a booming erection by the time they got to the house.
Worried about the neighbors and feeling pretty guilty, Jonathon made her sit low on the seat while he got out and opened the garage doors. Then he drove in. Shirley looked around and said, "I've been fucked in garages a couple times. Public garages…"
Jonathon was tempted to fuck her there in the car, safely parked inside the garage. He knew that he would feel less guilty about it, afterwards, than he was going to feel if he took her in Jayne's bed, in the marital bed – but he also knew that it wouldn't be as much fun.
Once again, he told himself that it was his wife's own fault for leaving him all alone, with only a single fuck and not even one blow job-to keep him content.
He got out, walked around the back of the car and opened the door on the passenger side.
That impressed the girl, who had never had a door opened for her, before – although dozens of men had leaned past her to push down the door lock before screwing her in the front seat. She thought that it was real nice to have a gentleman for a change and she was really looking forward to getting fucked in a bed, with a mirror available.
Jonathon took her by the hand and led her into the house via the covered passageway. The passageway connected with the kitchen.
He said, "Would you like a drink first?"
Shirley looked at him curiously.
"Gee," she said. "I'm too young to drink."
That announcement brought a new surge of lust and desire tumbling through the man's loins. He was about to fuck a girl who was too young to drink! And he was going to fuck her in his wife's bed! With a mirror!
He led her to the bedroom.
Shirley looked around, smiling. She went to the closet and opened it, moving the door back and forth until she had it angled correctly. She moved to the bed and checked, to make sure the mirror was positioned right, so that a fucker on the bed could observe the fucking.
Then, without further ado, she began to take her clothing off.
Jonathon watched her, his eyes glowing.
She pulled her tee-shirt off. Her tits were small and plump, firm pear-shaped mounds that made his mouth water and his prick suffer an uncontrollable upheaval.
Her shorts were already open from her finger fucking in the car. She pushed them down, squirming her hips out of them. She stepped from them, leaving them in a damp denim pile on the floor. Her pussy hair was as blonde as the long hair on her head, a curly mound that formed a perfect vee at the base of her belly and the junction of her thighs.
Seeing how interested he was in looking at her, the naughty nymphette slowly turned through a full circle, so that he could admire her naked body from all angles. Her little round ass jutted out. Her nipples were stiff and thrusting as he glimpsed them in profile, her torso was slim and her hips had just begun to spread into womanhood.
As he looked at her, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, enjoying the sight every bit as much as Jonathon did, for she had a touch of narcissism about her.
Then she went to the bed and stretched out, raising her knees and parting her thighs.
He looked at her cunt.
"Well, come on," she said.
He fairly tore his clothing off.
He sat on the edge of the bed and began to run his hands over her lithe young body. She squirmed under his touch. He felt her tin and stroked her belly and then dipped a hand into her crotch. Her pussy sucked on his fingers as if it were a vacuum. Jonathon pushed his middle finger up her cunt. He pulled it out and pushed it in again, to the knuckle. She sighed contentedly. He added his index finger, fucking into her with both digits held stiffly together. He began using all four fingers. Her ass heaved and she arched her back, loving the sensation.
He used his thumb on her clit, moving it back and forth like a windshield wiper, as he finger fucked her with his whole hand, slowly and steadily.
Bending down, he began to suck on her tits, mouthing the stiff nipples in turn, then running his tongue up her cleavage and swooping around the velvet mounds as he circled back to the jutting peaks. Her nipples were pink, her mounds pale – her breasts looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries – a sensual sundae that the horny fellow found wondrously tasty and absolutely delectable.