Janie was every bit the sweet-voiced, honey-haired California MILF I had come to know on the phone.
We'd met rather unconventionally in a manner that was becoming more and more conventional each day. We'd found each other on the Internet.
Janie had the advantage. By the time I put the phone to my ear the first time to hear her sexy school teacher voice, Janie had already heard me cum several times. It didn't take long into the conversation for her to return the favor with a cock-hardening mixture of cries, gasps and breathy moans that had me launching a volley of hot cum into my hand, chair, carpet, walls...
The phone calls grew increasingly more passionate, until we knew mutual masturbation wasn't going to cut it anymore. We needed to satisfy some more of our senses.
She met me at the airport wearing a light summer dress and a shy, endearing smile. Her eyes darted from me to my suitcase to the linoleum floor like she couldn't believe she was actually doing this. "Hi," she offered sweetly.
I looked into those unsure eyes and lightly brushed her lips with mine. "Thanks for meeting me," I whispered.
Janie looked at me, then pressed her lips harder against my mouth. Our tongues found each other. I dropped my bag and wrapped both arms around her as her arms wrapped around my neck. Passion controlled us for too short a time before reason returned. Janie looked around at the airport crowd that was largely ignoring our existence, fanned herself lightly with an open hand and said, "Wow." Her eyes were sparking. "Want a ride, Big Boy?"
"At very least," I said.
We made the necessary small talk on the way to her car. "How was your flight?" "Been waiting long?" "Yes, it's unseasonably hot."
Janie popped the hatch on her SUV and I tossed my luggage inside. Then we slid into the sweltering vehicle and she turned over the ignition to get the air conditioning started. She fluffed the short hem of her dress as if to get some air circulating and I watched the tanned tops of her bare legs appear and disappear. She smiled when she saw me watching.
I pulled her mouth to mine for another kiss, this one slower. More exploratory. More personal. Janie moaned into my mouth and I hoped my khaki shorts would keep my growing erection concealed. As the air in the car grew cooler, I put my hand on her cheek, then slid it around her head to pull her even tighter into the kiss. She tasted of mint and lemon and rainwater and I found myself wondering what flavor I would find on her other lips.
"I want you," I whispered.
"I. Am. So. WET," she confessed, punctuating every word.
I put my fingers on her smooth thigh and her hand caught my wrist. "Not here," she said. "Don't get me started here."
"You're already started, Janie."
She checked the rearview, shifted the car into reverse and began pulling out of the parking slip. "Not here," she said again, I think to herself more than me.
I was glad she was at the wheel. Though a very competent driver, there is a big difference between navigating the highway system in BFE Arkansas and southern California. I was glad not to have my hands on the wheel.
For one thing, it left them free to explore Janie. Starting at her cheek, I ran my finger under her ear and slowly down her sensuous throat. She cooed softly as it touched her collarbone and again when I let it dip lightly into the bare minimum cleavage the dress exposed.
I ran the back of two fingers down her shoulder and upper arm, then down the forearm to her wrist.
"You're making it hard to concentrate on the road," she told me.
"Want me to stop?"
Pause, then a soft, "No. Please."
I put three fingers on her knee and slowly slid them up her thigh.
"Oh pickles," she whispered in that sweet schoolroom voice.
I urged the hem of her dress higher. She kept both hands on the wheel. My fingers crept to the inside of her thigh. Janie was breathing harder. Her breasts were rising and falling and I could see her nipples pressing through her bra and the thin fabric of the dress.
"Are you cold?" I asked.
Janie laughed. "You are soooo bad," she said.
I shrugged. "You like me bad," I told her. "And you like being bad with me."
"Yes," she said softly.
There was a traffic snarl ahead of us. Go figure. Janie slowed down, looked at me, looked at my hand, then placed her right hand on top of mine. She wasn't trying to stop me.
My fingers found the soft cotton of her panties. Soft damp cotton. Janie inhaled sharply.
"Why let a perfectly good traffic jam go to waste?" I said, nudging her panties aside and wetting my fingers in her juice.
Janie moaned and shifted forward slightly. I ran slow circles around her clit while she tried to keep other drivers from knowing what was going on. She put on her sunglasses and looked straight ahead, all while moving her hips against my fingers.
"Oh my Goddd," she moaned. The innocent school voice was gone and Janie had taken on the sexy cumvoice I had grown to appreciate on the phone. I leaned closer to her.
"I should pull this dress up and bury my face in you right now, you tease. You made me wait too long to taste this pussy."
"Oh Godd," she said.
"Now, I'm going to make you wait to feel my tongue." I slid two fingers inside her and began thrusting them with a slow, distinct rhythm. "But when I do lick you, you're going to remember it. I'm going to run my tongue from that hard little clit all the way to your ass."
Janie bucked her hips on the seat. She was breathing hard, concentrating on the traffic, concentrating on my fingers in her cunt, concentrating on my words.
"Then Janie," she moaned when I said her name, "I'm going to tongue-fuck you til you cum."
Janie's legs were spread wide. She was lost in the sensations, lost in the moment. Too long she'd had to be the good mom, the good teacher, the good everything. Now she was being BAD. Wanton. She felt slutty and desired. Occasionally, even the mother of the year wants to be treated like a sex object.
"I'm. Close," she managed between breaths.
I thrust my fingers into her tight wet pussy making a liquid sound that drowned out the air conditioned. I let my thumb slip over her slick clit and began scissoring her pussy and clit between my fingers and thumb. Janie's head rolled back. "Unggod..."