Bob moved behind Jayne straddling her legs just above her knees. That meant that she was unable to reach his cock, but instead was forced to focus completely on what he was doing to her, which was his intent.
With the lightest of fingertip touches, he started to massage her shoulders. Jayne loved it. It wasn't a massage, of course for it was far too soft and sensual for that, but that was exactly what he felt was apt for the occasion. Bob roamed all over her back and down the sides to slip along the flattened flesh of both of her breasts all the time moving downwards back to what had become a magnet for him -- her great arse.
Leaning forward sliding both hands into Jayne's armpits he trailed each of them down a little way until they enquiringly pressing against her breasts. He smiled and felt a surge of excitement as she lifted her body up allowing both of his hands to slip under her body and cup her pert breasts. They both enjoyed the moment; Jayne grunted and Bob started to harden again. He squeezed and caressed them and found her nipples that he pinched and pulled quite hard.
"Oh, oh," Jayne whimpered simply loving what he was doing.
Bob moved his hands back to her bum and squeezed and kneaded that for a while experimenting with how far Jayne might go by pressing quite hard right where the denim was covering her crease. She didn't demur or move or do anything that said to Bob that she wouldn't play. That made him feel good so he continued with the firmness of his anal, sexual massage.
He slid both hands round onto her hips, under her body and onto her soft stomach. He pressed and squeezed her there as he moved upwards back onto her waist. He found the brass button on the waist band and fumbled it undone. Using the softness of the bed to get his hand completely under her, he eased the zip down a little, not all the way for that wasn't necessary. He brought his hands back to her waist and held the waist band. He pulled it. It moved downwards onto the swell of her bum. The back of her white thong came into view as slowly Bob exposed those gorgeous round orbs of such sexual delight. He stroked them and Jayne sighed for it felt so lovely and different to the clumsy fumblings of her previous juvenile lovers. He wiggled the waist of the jeans over her cheeks and just a little way down her legs, just enough to expose her bum.
"Mmmmmm yes Jayne a really, truly gorgeous arse," he muttered trailing his fingernails all over it and down onto her upper legs still inside the denim and up onto her waist. He used his fingernails to lightly scratch it. He repeated all the movements he'd made when it was covered with her jeans. Without them, the sensations for both of them were magnified enormously.
Jayne was squirming with pleasure as surge after surge of such sexual excitement flowed from his fingers, over her bum, round her body into her breasts and down to her clit. It was such a new experience for her that she was getting wonderful and different sensations from the somewhat bizarre situation. To be lying on a married fifty-something-year-old man's bed still in her jeans and thong having had a massive orgasm was totally new to her. But then so was the lovemaking, sex or whatever they were doing.
What also was new was the amount of attention he was paying to her behind but more so was the pleasure, excitement and anticipation she was getting from what he was doing to her. Nobody had done anything like it before, nowhere near! A couple of guys had fingered her crease and kissed her cheeks and one had briefly tongued her there, but nobody had made love to it with the focused intensity, imagination and sheer eroticism that he was doing. And, she realised, she wanted more. She'd read about anal sex, rimming and buggery and the like and had been somewhat fascinated about it.
Bob leaned forward, slid a hand under her chest and cupped her breast. He had learned years ago that the stimulation of two or three erogenous zones at the same time more than doubles or trebles the excitement and pleasure for the other party; it provides synergy. As he cupped the flesh of her pert breast and pinched and pulled the nipple so she gained more than twice the delight. But when he added the third erogenous stimulation by running his fingertips from the base of her spine, through the crease between her cheeks, across her anal opening and onto the wet gusset covering her lips the pleasure simply multiplied so many times. He ran his fingertips back and forth along that wonderful valley, pausing and pressing enquiringly each time they passed her entrance.
Jayne didn't know what to do. She wasn't sure how to react. Nothing quite like this had happened to her before and she was well outside her area of familiarity. That was, for want of a better phrase, far more 'wham bang, thank you ma'am' albeit often several whams and bangs, but nevertheless severely lacking in the subtlety and sophisticated patience with which Bob was making love to her. She didn't know whether to moan with excitement, squirm with delight or push her bum back against the pleasure giving hand. What she did know for absolute certainty was that she wanted more of whatever Bob was prepared to give her. But she also knew that she would not be able to hold out much longer. Almost since she had lain on the bed and certainly since he had opened the button and slid the zip down on her jeans, she had felt the stirrings of yet another orgasm and whilst that was wonderful, it also made her feel embarrassed. Would he be thinking 'what a stupid little bitch' she pondered feeling terribly confused?
'Oh fuck,' she groaned to herself when she felt him rolling her thong down. The gusset momentarily sticking to her lips due to how wet he had made her. Thankfully, it then slipped from between her cheeks exposing that delicious crease and revealing the puckered entrance to her taboo place; 'or is it' she thought to herself remembering all the stimulation that he had been applying to that so intensely sensitive area? Is it a place that grown-ups play with she wondered her parents flashing into her mind with the vision of her dad bent over her mum's bum with his tongue between her cheeks.
Again, Bob only pulled it away sufficiently for him to do what he needed to do next. He rolled the waistband down so it was around her legs just beneath the flare of her bum. Taking hold of Jayne's legs just above her knees he eased them further apart, which caused the crease between her cheeks to open further, which in turn provided him with the room he needed.
'God what is he doing?' Jayne asked herself feeling slightly apprehensive, but enormously aroused as she was enjoying the subtle domination with which he was controlling her and the situation. Oddly, she was also getting a big kick from the situation he was creating. It was the sordid and wanton nature of it that was turning her onto levels that she rarely reached during foreplay and never had with Jack. In his marital bed, him naked, her with her knickers and jeans around her thighs about to cum from merely being touched! But she knew, deeper down, that it was not the touching and other things by themselves that were having this intense effect on her. Guiltily she acknowledged that the main influence was that Bob was focusing his attention on her bottom and in her mind that was somewhat taboo.
Bob stared intently into the gorgeous blonde's bum crease. It wasn't a thing of beauty, after all how can a dark ring of puckered skin round a small hole be that? Men don't lust after it because of its appearance as they do, for instance a pair of tits or the roundness of a bum. No, it was something else; the taboo nature, the mystery, the curiosity, the beautiful shape of what surrounds it, the feel of that passage around a finger or the desire to fuck it, were the appeals.
He ran his fingertips through the crease again and once more paused right on the hole. He pushed and Jayne grunted. Again, though she did nothing to object. His heart pounding with excitement and nervousness, Bob bent his head; he kissed each cheek and then the base of her spine. He licked that and then slid his tongue slowly downwards across the narrow patch of skin separating her spine from the start of her crease. Then it went into the crease. It was no distance from the start of her crack to his destination and within seconds Bob's tongue was pressing against Jayne's arsehole.
This was another first for Jayne. But then it would be a first for many women. After all bum licking is not that popular or acceptable a pastime, well not in the UK. Popular it may not yet be, but it is amazingly stimulating for man or woman. She could feel that Bob was holding her cheeks apart and that the tip of his tongue was probing at her hole. It was opening it up a little and sliding slightly inside that tight passage. And that felt fantastic.
None of this was planned by Bob. He wasn't like that. When having sex, he was very much a sixties guy; 'go with the flow' and do what feels right and if it feels right then it probably is right, being his mantra. Whilst obviously not fool proof, that philosophy had served him well not only with Phillipa who was now quite an anal fan albeit only occasionally, but also with his numerous short flings, one-night stands and longer-term affairs. He very much felt the flow with Jayne was between the cheeks of her lovely, youthfully, pert bottom than between her legs although, of course that area would not be ignored.
"Oh Bob," she sighed, feeling fully deliciously aroused and almost delirious with the need for sexual gratification and satisfaction.
"You ok with this?" Bob asked, his erection now gaining full strength.
Jayne grunted. "Yes."
