It was the day after St Andrews day, and the morning following the
celebration Dinner Dance at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere, and it was
in a room at the Hotel where Jane Bloomfield was in bed with her boyfriend Greg
Monroe.
They were sleeping
late as they had partied late but Jane still woke about 7 am and spent the following hour
drifting in and out of sleep before she got up to go to the toilet.
The moment she sat down there
was a sharp release of early morning wind, then she removed her tampon, and
when she realized her period was finished, she had a long relaxing pee with a
smile on her face.
She got up from the
loo and went straight into the shower to get herself clean and fresh and ready
for action.
As she intimately
washed herself she was thinking back to her performance under the table at the
ball where she sucked and wanked off Greg’s formidable organ as well as looking
forward to skewering herself on it.
She got out the shower
and began drying herself
“Now I’m all clean I’m
ready to get dirty again” she said to herself and as she sat on the edge of the
bath drying her legs she dropped her towel when she had dried her inner thighs
and slipped her fingers between her lips and couldn’t believe how creamy she
was
“I can get it wetter
than that” she said and went to work on herself
Greg heard the bathroom door slowly open and close again and then he
felt the duvet move and he could hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the
warmth of another body, the warmth of a naked body, a soft naked body.
He could feel Jane’s breath on his neck and her stiff nipples pressing
in his back and the fluff of her freshly laundered bush brushing against his
buttocks and he got the oh too familiar stirring in his loins as she was
pressed so close against him it was like he had a second skin.
“Hello stud” she said as she slid her hand across his skin and grasped
his semi aroused cock so he rolled onto his back and she stroked him to a full
hard on and kissed him on the mouth with true conviction and plenty of tongue
while her hand tugged on his shaft.
“I don’t think she’ll wait for foreplay,” Greg thought to himself
“She’s well and truly ready to go”
His suspicion was she had already started the party long before she
crawled back into bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no
more, she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it.
Jane let out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased
his cock and she sat up in the saddle, rising and falling on him and eliciting
pleasurable moans from him to match her own.
Glen took hold of her piston like hips as she slid her syrupy pussy up
and down his shaft and her hands were on his chest as she diligently applied
herself to the task, and as she neared her climax her delicious moans grew in
intensity and she slumped forward until her head was on his chest and she
groaned through gritted teeth as her pelvis thrusted towards the abyss.
Greg let his hands caress her slender form as he too approached the
point of no return, and when they reached the frantic final thrusts Jane was
like a wild beast lost in the moment so he gripped her arse firmly, before she
screamed out in orgasm as he pumped out his ejaculate inside her hot quim.
She collapsed on top of him and panted like a well-exercised spaniel while he
stayed inside, as her tight cunny held his cock captive in the heart of her.
After about five minutes she climbed off him with a sigh and collapsed
on the bed next to him where she lay there with her right hand on his thigh.
Greg took hold of it in his and held it for a minute or two before
raising it to his nose so he could sniff her fingers, but as soon as she
realised what he was doing she snatched her hand away.
“Perv” she said
“I thought you’d started without me honey,” he said
“And I was right”
“You’re a pig” she said and turned her back to him, but she was
laughing.
He knew she wasn’t easily embarrassed, after all the first time they
got together came after he caught her masturbating as she sat on the toilet,
and she didn’t stop.
“I’ve spoken to Clarissa and Mira” Jane said,
“And it seems like all the Monroe boys are perverts”
“You don’t normally
complain about my perversions” he pointed out
“I’m not complaining
now,” she said and rolled over to face him and immediately buried her face in his neck
and there they lay for an indeterminate time before making love again.
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