Shes Waiting For You

I used to visit Jane and Paul from time to time. They were an attractive couple. They were both tall, fit and active.. Paul was a good cook and Jane was cute. Very cute. Long shapely legs, fond of short skirts, long neck, dark hair. I often fantasized about fucking her.

Sometimes Jane and I would flirt light-heartedly, with Paul's active participation. We weren't unseemly about it - we were friends after all.

Sometimes I couldn't but more surreptitiously admire the arc of her pale neck, the roundness of her breasts, the material of a short skirt stretched across her buttocks, or the flash of pale inner thighs when she got up from the couch to refill my drink. Once I was looking at her legs pulled up under her when she was wearing a very short skirt, exposing her long legs and white knickers, ans she caught my eye.

I was caught with my hand in the biscuit tin.

"Good view?" she asked, stretching her legs languorously as she crossed them provocatively, the long gap to paradise between her thighs tantalisingly displayed. I blushed and looked away.

"What was that?" called Paul from the kitchen bench where he was putting the finishing touches to a fennel salad.

"Nothing," she said. "I just gave Adam a glimpse of nirvana!"

I started at this change of tone and Paul looked up just as she stretched her legs again, recrossing them so we both were in no doubt that she was flashing her knickers at us.

This was much further than we had ever gone before. This was a hyper-flirt. Everything went quiet as she held her legs open, just for a moment, just for long enough for me, for us both to know that was what she was doing, and to be drawn towards the heaven between them.

"And the world," he commented before the conversation returned to normal, leaving a feeling of potential, a feeling that other things might, could happen, sometime, somehow. The idea of things unsaid stayed throughout dinner as I watched her eat. I couldn't help undressing her in my mind and and imagined the curve of her breasts under her top as she leaned across the table. She knew I was looking and smiled at me from time to time.

Jane showed me out to the car while Phil busied himself tidying. As I leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek she put her tongue in my ear.

"Think about me when you wank tonight," she whispered.

"Wow!" I said, caught by surprise. I shuddered. "That won't be hard!"

"I hope it's hard as a rock," she laughed.

There was a dull ache in my crotch as I climbed into the car and waved goodbye. Jane fueled my fantasies even more wildly that night.

***

Paul worked in events. He was at that time arranging a Banquet. An entrepreneur had gotten it into his head to hold a banquet in a marquee with a medieval theme: costumes, dancing, a band playing ancient instruments and with actors hired to be jesters moving around the long tables and providing entertainment.

Jane wanted to go, but not alone. Paul had asked if I would take her. Of course I would. I was an accountant. A medieval banquet was an exotic holiday for my brain and an evening with Jane was not something to refuse..

The plan was that I would pick Jane up. Paul was required to be on site much earlier than the guests so I would escort Jane and we would enjoy the banquet and entertainment with the rest of the punters while Paul went about his business seeing to the VIPs and overseeing the entertainment.

I was just dressing, and with plenty of time to spare, when Paul sent me a text. - Can you come earlier? Don't knock. Come around the back. Jane needs a hand.

What did he mean? I was about to ring him back to clarify when my phone pinged again and a photo arrived with the caption - The banquet begins!

I might have dropped the phone at what I saw. Instead I enlarged the photo, to take in the details just as the phone pinged again, and another photo arrived. I took an even closer look at the new photo. I wanted to examine it closely, but I also wanted to get to their house. I grabbed my keys and hurried out to the car.

Paul's car was gone when I arrived. As advised I walked around the side of the house to the back door. My heart was racing. I had no idea really what to expect.

The rear of their house was a glassed living area furnished with big couches, rugs, and art on the walls. Very nice.

Through the glass I could see the couch facing away from the garden, and Jane, just as in the photos, tied over it's back. I couldn't see her head, which was hidden by the couch back. But I knew it was her. Who else could it be? What I could see was the lower half of her body. Her legs were tied to the couch legs at each end, spreading them apart. She was exposed, her dress thrown up over back!

In the first photo Paul sent he was fucking her, holding the phone to show his stomach tight against her buttocks, his cock deep inside her. The second photo was a close-up of her wet cunt, his cum oozing from the vivid lips parting her dark, tightly curly hair. This view, through the glass doors, was the long shot.

I opened the door, as instructed.

"Jane?" I called gingerly, walking around to the other side of the couch. Her arms were tied to the legs at the front, preventing her from lifting herself. She was blindfolded.

"You're finally here," she said. "What took you so long?"

"I came as quickly as I could."

"I hope you come quicker than that," she said.

"I could come just looking at you."

"Don't do that. Squirt your semen inside me. I've been a bad girl. I've become a fuck hole. Make me your fuck hole."

"You want me to use your cunt? You want me to fuck you, like a slut?"

It was easy to talk to her like that when she was tied-up, blindfolded and flushed with sex. It seemed only right to talk like that, in a way that we had never spoken before.

"I can do that," I added, walking around behind her and running my palms over her buttocks.

This opportunity to look at her like this - I could have made the moment last forever. Those shapely legs, her muscles taught, leading to their apex, to the glistening pink velvet that I so longed to touch. The cum oozing from her lips. A trail of glistening juice running down one of her thighs from the Phil's recent fucking. My cock urgently needed relief.

"You want me to go sloppy seconds in your fuckhole?"

"Touch me. Put your fingers in. Then your cock. I want your come! I need your come."

I slid a finger into her cunt. There was as little resistance as if I was putting my finger into a pot of warm syrup - a viscous cunt filled with Paul's semen - sweet juices smeared on her thighs and matting her pubic hair. I slid two fingers inside her. She moaned. I slid three fingers inside her. She began panting. Her cunt was gaping.

"You are a fuck hole," I said.

My cock was straining against my trousers. I quickly undid my belt and, releasing it, pushed quickly between her cunt lips and into her heavenly hole.

It took only a few seconds for me to come. It took only a few seconds for her to come. I held myself against her as my cock spasmed inside her, filling her with ejaculate yet again.

When our orgasms had subsided I withdrew with a wet slurping sound and considered the deliciousness in front of me. My own cum was now seeping from her lips and into her dark pubic hair. I took out my phone and took a photo. I wiped her cunt with my hand and, leaning over the couch, rubbed her face and lips with it. She licked and sucked at my fingers.

I released the ties on her ankles, stepped out of my trousers and went around to the other side of the couch. She turned her face up towards mine and I took off her blindfold. Her blue eyes were clouded by arousal and her cheeks were flushed from orgasm. Without saying anything I lifted her head to put my cock in her mouth.

"Suck me clean, slut," I said.

I could feel the stirrings of another erection, but not quite enough to come in her mouth so soon. When she had sucked my cock lean of the juices from her cunt I undid her hands and had her sit on the couch beside me with her legs apart so I could slide a finger into the cunt I had just fucked.

We kissed. I could faintly taste cunt and cum, and my cock got rock hard again. She leaned forward into my lap and began fucking me with her mouth. It was amazing. I could feel another ejaculation building and tried to pull out but she gasped me around the waist and wouldn't let go, or stop - her head bobbing and nuzzling as she licked and slurped and deep-throated my cock.. I looked down at her head as I ejaculated into her mouth. She sucked and sucked until I had finished coming again and she had drained and swallowed every last drop from me.

She lifted her face to be kissed again.

I had never done this before but I kissed her eagerly and this time she tasted only of cum. We kissed, my fingers back in her wonderfully wet cunt, sharing the taste of the orgasm she had brought me to.

***

Paul found us asleep on the couch when he got home late that night. He didn't seem surprised, or upset that we hadn't come to the banquet.

"Nice night?" he asked as we woke and scrabbled for our clothes.

"Nice," I said. "And you?"

"All went well."

***

The experience was too much to be repeated. We saw each other less frequently after that, and never spoke of it again.

A couple of months later Paul told me that Jane was pregnant. The baby, when she was born, was probably Paul's, though a DNA test would be needed to make sure.

the end