Guests at the Black Swan were required to
vacate the room for housekeeping at 10am until 12, and Jane arrived back just
before half past 10, and she was not only the horniest she could ever remember
but she was also desperate for a piss.
Once in the room she went straight into the
bathroom lowered her shorts and knickers and even before her cheeks hit the
seat, she released a jet of piss.
Greg could hear someone peeing, a prolonged
spurt, which he found strangely arousing, and he was curious to see who it was,
he assumed it was one of the housemaids, but he didn’t want to alert them to
his presence, he just knew that he would like to see them piss as well as hear
it, so he quietly moved so he could look through a gap in the cubicle door, and
he was surprised to see it was not a housemaid but a guest.
He saw Jane Bloomfield sitting on the toilet, shorts and
knickers around her knees and her thick black bush was clearly visible, as she
squeezed out the last drops of piss, and then she did something surprising, she
hoisted her T-shirt up above her breasts, unhooked her bra, and began toying
with her nipple with one hand while the other one went between her thighs, and
not to wipe her whiskers, so the beast in his shorts was very wide awake.
Jane’s mega piss had done nothing to alleviate her horniness,
which was why she abandoned her plan to flick herself off on the bed and began
fingering herself on the toilet.
“Jeeezus” she exclaimed as her digits frigged between her
juicy lips “Oh that’s so good”
Greg should have done the gentlemanly thing
and made his presence known but he was really enjoying the show and he would
have continued to do so had he not dropped the showerhead.
“What the f....” she yelled and pulled her
shirt down over her tits and closed her thighs
“Sorry, sorry” he said “I was just fixing the
shower, I wasn’t expecting you to be here”
Jane was looking the other way, mortified and
crimson with embarrassment, but was still as horny as hell, and if anything the
thought that he had been watching her masturbating turned her on even more.
Greg was also turned on which was evidenced by
the huge swelling in his shorts, but he also felt desperately guilty, even
though it wasn’t his fault, but he should have said something earlier, but
equally he was glad he had not.
However, he took a towel off the rail and lay
it across her lap
“I can’t apologize enough” he said, and Jane
turned to look at him for the first time, but as she was seated and he was
standing, the first thing she saw was the aroused cock in his shorts and she
gasped, as she now knew who the mystery meat belonged to.
So Jane allowed the towel to fall off her lap
and as he bent down to pick it up she opened her thighs and lifted her t-shirt
so her glorious black bush was on full display, and Greg took this as an
invitation and thought it would be churlish to decline it, so he knelt beside
her, and firstly pulled her shorts and knickers from her knees down to her
ankles and extricated a booted foot from the tangled clothes, he could then
open her up to her fullest extent and with one hand settled on her thigh the
other sought out her minge, and her whiskers were still wet from her
magnificent piss, but were dry in comparison to her pussy, which was awash, and
her response to his touch was instant and acquiescently vocal, though she never
spoke.
As
he worked on her she was resting her head against his, eyes closed, mouth open
emitting long low moans,
While
his hand worked purposefully between her thighs, one of hers had settled on his
impressive erection and stroked his cock through his shorts.
Beneath
his fingers her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid
silk on his fingertips.
He
worked on her harder and she growled, and those growls intensified with every
stroke until the moment when he brought her to the abyss, and she came.
She
sat back and licked her lips as she stared wide eyed at the cock she was
stroking and its impressive contour in his shorts, but she still didn’t speak,
instead she stood up, tried to quickly kick the tangled clothing free of her
ankle, but abandoned her efforts and instead ran ungracefully and crawled onto
the bed, and sat back on her haunches and pulled her T-shirt off over her head
and threw it aside and her bra followed in quick succession, then she looked
over her shoulder with desperate inviting eyes.
He looked at her, naked but for hiking boots,
socks and a tangle of clothing around one ankle, and thought about that day at
the café when he thought there could never be anything between them but
friendship, because she was not his type
“What price friendship now” he thought to
himself as he stepped towards the bed.
As he pulled his shirt off over his head she
was still watching silently, then he kicked off his shoes before he unbuttoned
his shorts.
“Oh my God” she exclaimed wide eyed as the
flaccid phallus she had seen that morning now appeared fully erect, so she
leant forward until she was on all fours and displayed her moist pink gash for
him.
Greg kicked his shorts away from his feet and
joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her with his hands on her
narrow hips, and she was watching him in the mirror, biting her lip, and when
she saw the purple knob was at the threshold she went down on her elbows and
pushed her hips backwards, and as she did so she
slid her tight hot pussy over his bell end and moaned softly.
Jane then eased forward and watched his knob
reappear glistening with her grease, which excited her beyond measure so she
pushed her hips backwards again, but
this time she slid her cunny all the way along his shaft, moaning loudly all
the way, then she went again.
Greg just held onto her hips as with each
penetration she extracted from him, her liquid lips slid from his swollen tip
to the throbbing root of his cock and greased his balls, and he stared at her
in the mirror and she stared back with a look of immense concentration, as she
was watching his reflection intently as she performed her dance.
But when her head flopped forward he reached
forward and cupped her hanging breasts and knew he had to take her across the
finish line, but still they watched their performance in the mirror, as he took
control, and her back was arched and her head thrashing back and forth,
swishing her jet black hair like a whirling dervish, then all of a sudden there
was a knock on the door, and the door knob turned, fortunately Jane had locked
it when she returned to the room, so she could masturbate without being
disturbed, she didn’t know then that she was locking herself in with a well
hung voyeur,
When the door didn’t open the potential
intruder knocked again,
“Housekeeping!” the maid called
“Don’t stop” Jane yelled in a panting cry “for
God’s sake don’t stop”
At that moment the maid became aware of what
was happening behind the locked door.
“Um I’ll come back later” she said
Jane was not to be deterred by a domestique
and was becoming more and more vociferous as they neared the precipice.
Greg had abandoned her magnificent tits and
was firmly gripping her hips, holding on like a jockey trying to hold back a
galloping horse but Jane kept racing on and on until she threw back her head
and screamed as they came together exploding in utter ecstasy and then dripping
with sweat and panting like beasts they collapsed sideways still joined
together, and fell asleep.
They slept for about an hour and when they
awoke, they were still in much the same position though no longer joined.
As they lay on her untidy bed, littered with
articles of her clothing, she apologized for spying on him in his office, he
apologized to her for watching her fingering herself, but after the apologies
and the acceptance’s neither of them wanted to make the first move, but
eventually Jane said
“Well we could have had a shower if you’d
actually fixed it rather than watching me” she said and laughed
So
he got up and fixed the shower head and Jane set about tidying away all her
discarded clothes from the bed, this took much longer than it should have as
she kept stopping to stare wistfully at his huge cock, when both tasks were
completed they jumped in the shower together to wash away their lust, but in
truth they spend more time kissing than washing so Jane ended up with another
large portion of cock, after which she went from ravished to famished so he took
her for a late lunch, and after lunch he took her to his cottage where they
satisfied their other appetites.
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