Marc felt a wave of excitement and gratitude rising in his chest. "Thank you, Josie." At the same time, another thought occurred to him. "Am I on warming-up duties for you again?"
Josie stared at him thoughtfully, her head to one side. "Is that how you see it?" she finally asked. "As your duty?"
"No," said Marc emphatically, staring right into her eyes. "It's my pleasure."
Josie smiled, and patted him on the jaw. "You're a perceptive guy." She raised her right hand to meet her left in a protective grip around his neck, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'd be worried if it was a duty for you, when you're going to be doing it so many times." Marc's heart leapt as she pressed herself against him and kissed him deeply. Her shirt stuck instantly to his chest, so drenched was it in sweat, and the smell of her perspiring body filled his nostrils. He was so intoxicated that he stood ramrod straight and allowed her to make wet, clinging love to him.
When she managed to peel herself off him, Josie stood with her fingers pressed into his nipples. "Where's the living room?" she asked quietly.
"Just down the hall," said Marc, nodding past the kitchen door.
"Take me there." Marc led the way with Josie's hand brushing playfully against his ass. The living room was comfortable and spacious, but in the mid-afternoon heat it was like an oven. Marc quickly crossed to the window and opened it halfway, and as though realising for the first time what he was doing, he also took the precaution of drawing the curtains.
"Aww, you're shy," she teased him as she undid her sneakers. It took her more of an effort to pull her leggings down and slide them off. As Marc got closer he saw the sweat dripping off her thighs, almost sticking them together. Josie flopped down gratefully on the couch and stretched herself out from one end to the other. "C'mon then," she ordered him, with another beckon of the finger. Marc stepped over to the side of the couch, his dick in the perfect position for her to play with.
"You thinking about something, Marc?" she asked as she stroked him.
"Just about how sexy you are," he replied with a grin, his eyes playing hungrily over her outstretched body.
"You like me all hot and sweaty, don't you?"
"Uh-hmm. I was just wondering..." He looked her over again. "Whether you did this for my benefit. Or just because you're seeing him again tonight."
Josie's eyes widened. "Oh, because I need to get into shape for him, is that what you're saying?" she demanded.
"No, I didn't mean
that
. Just that, y'know..." Marc shrugged. "Maybe it gets you in the mood or something."
"Listen, Marc," she said patiently. "I work out because I enjoy it. It's for my benefit, not for deviant boys. But if they happen to like it too, well, that's a nice bonus. Now if you're going to keep licking your lips, put them somewhere they'll be useful." She pointed between her legs, and Marc quickly took up position on his knees. Josie picked up a spare cushion to her left and threw it down to him. "Carpet burn," she reminded him, and he placed it under his knees, feeling his dick swell again.
Josie spread her legs apart, one lying flat on the sofa and the other bent on the floor beside Marc. Her panties were so damp with sweat and juices that they were virtually see-through, and she helped him slide them down off her hips. He wasted no effort building her excitement up beforehand, nor did she want it. The smell and sight of her oozing pussy drew him straight into the act.
This time there was no need for either of them to clock-watch, and Marc spent the next few minutes in quiet bliss, his face buried in Josie's crotch. Outside the window he could hear the sound of traffic and voices passing; it was a perfectly normal Saturday afternoon, save for the beautiful girl stretched out in front of him, using his mouth for her pleasure. Josie lay back against a cushion, her arms reaching up above her head. Occasionally she would give a little moan of pleasure and squirm slightly, rubbing a little more of her sweat into the sofa.
After a short while she pulled up her shirt and unhooked her bra, allowing her sticky breasts to breathe a little. She played idly with her nipples, as much to relax as to excite her. Now and then she opened her eyes and glanced lazily down the couch at Marc, catching his gaze as he stared at her over the rim of her pussy. Each time she gave him a little smile of encouragement and he went straight back to work, sucking gently on her clit. He knew now, as he should have known before, that all she was really interested in was indulging herself on his tongue for a while. He kept up a steady, stable rhythm, and she lay back and sighed in the cool breeze that wafted in through the curtains.
When Josie finally reached down and eased his head away from her pussy, there was a huge wet patch flowing out of her all the way to the edge of the sofa. Marc took a long, deep breath, inhaling every last ounce of her scent, both the sweat and the cum. In contrast to her face, his was a picture of exhaustion: his forehead was bathed in a shiny film, his cheeks burned red and his chin was dripping wet, even more so than the last time he had done this. But inside he was glowing in satisfaction, knowing that he had given her an enjoyable time. He watched her pull herself up on her elbows with a contented sigh.
"Mm, that was nice. You're getting pretty good at this."
