Janet was in a daze. It happened so fast. Rob had walked with her out to her car after the late Friday afternoon meeting. Everyone was tired from the long workday.
They talked about the meeting on the way to her car, and then, for a few seconds, they looked at each other. There was a chemistry between them that had gone unspoken.
Rob tentatively grasped her hand, and she squeezed his hand. That said volumes. He brought her close and hugged her. The way she pressed her body on his told him that it was worth the risk.
He gently whispered, "Janet - I want to eat your pussy."
She pulled away, surprised at what she heard. Then she giggled. "Thanks for the compliment, but I have a boyfriend."
"I know," he said.
She looked at him questioningly.
"How often do you make love?" he asked.
"Rob, Why are you - (sigh) about three times a week. Why?" It was an exaggeration, but she didn't want Rob to know that her sex life was mundane.
He drew close and whispered, "I want to eat your pussy when it has cum in it... even if it's not mine."
She put her hands over her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! You're kidding, right?"
Rob grasped her hand, gave it a light squeeze, and let go. "See you Monday!" He walked off.
Janet was shaken by her encounter, and had to think, even with a tingling in her pussy. She got in her car and worked her fingers into her panties, and brought herself off quickly. She told herself that it was the stress of the day that heightened her need. Even so, she couldn't get the disturbing conversation with Rob out of her mind.
Several hours later, Janet moaned as her boyfriend's cock plowed her pussy. She was more responsive than usual, which he enjoyed. She rhythmically squirmed under him as he thrust inside her, and timed her exclamations to his pulsing member when he ejaculated long and hard. During the night she pulled him on top of her between her open legs and insisted on another lovemaking session. Her boyfriend was surprised, but pleased. She jilled herself imagining her messy pussy being licked and kissed with all the sperm inside.
On Monday, Janet seemed friendly but distant to Rob, and they carried on their work duties normally. On Wednesday, she asked Rob to go to lunch with her. Once outside the no-privacy workplace, she looked him in the eye and said, "I've been thinking about our last conversation. Did you mean it?"
"Of course I meant it," he confidently replied. "Is that something you'd try?"
"I - I don't know... But my boyfriend is going out of town on Friday and I'm working from home that day. I'm thinking if I can get him to make love to me before he leaves, I might want to see how it feels."
"Does he ever eat your pussy?"
"Not very much..."
"So even though he ejaculates inside you, he doesn't participate in giving you orgasms, right?"
She blushed. "That's true."
Rob smiled knowingly.
Janet then asked him, "You're not going to try to fuck me then, right? That's not part of the deal."
"It's up to you," Rob replied. "I have a lot of self control, so it's fine if that's as far as you want to take it. You know I like you, Janet."
She was silent for a while. Then she said, "Tell me more about your self control."
"There was a time when I couldn't last very long during intercourse. That bothered me, so I read a lot of information on the subject, and learned how to control my ejaculation even when the feeling of wanting to give in was strong. It took a lot of work and practice, but now I can last as long as the woman wants."
"Oh my gosh!"
"I wait for a sign that she's ready, but to be safe I like to ask permission, knowing that she's free to say no and I have to prolong intercourse until she says yes."
Janet's pussy tingled and she squeezed her legs together. That was the sexiest thing she had ever heard - a guy asking permission to cum, and waiting for the lady's assent.
"So, if I - I mean, the woman doesn't give you permission, you can keep up intercourse for an hour, if that's what she wants?"
