Jen didn't speak on the drive home, and Allen - wisely - let her. She did put her hand on his knee and lay her head on his shoulder, reassuringly. The message was clear: They were in this together. She just needed time to process... to whatever. If that meant a quiet ride home through the rain or a week at the beach, Allen vowed to give her whatever she needed. He felt confident that he could be as strong as she needed him to be. Like she'd always been for him. They for each other.
Allen breathed deeply and sighed. Fuck! He needed to pee. The rest of the way home he concentrated on not peeing himself. As soon as they got in the door, he kicked his heels off, mumbled an apology, and headed for the bathroom. When he came out, he found Jen standing naked in the kitchen with her cock bouncing and throbbing erect in front of her. She was sipping a glass of single-malt Scotch. His mouth and pussy both responded to the sight of her naked, aroused form by starting to produce their respective juices. Allen waited patiently for her to finish whatever thoughts she was mulling and notice his presence.
Jen drained the glass and poured another three fingers into it. Gripping it around the rim with her fingertips, she turned towards him, the glass held upright by her side. She walked towards him in slow, measured steps, her cock bouncing rigidly in front of her. She watched his eyes dip to her cock and then back up. She stopped and looked him up and down from head to stockinged toes. She reached out and curled her free hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him tenderly, then passionately, then deeply, tongue mashing against his in a way that suddenly didn't feel at all uncomfortable any more. Eyes closed, he reveled in the clashing of their wet tongues and it made his pussy moisten and his toes scrunch. Fuck!
Breaking away at last, she just said, "Fix yourself a drink if you want. Then meet me in the bedroom." Allen quickly grabbed a glass off the drying rack, poured himself some of the same, and followed her to the bedroom. He found her already laid out against the pillows, stroking her cock gently in her loose fist.
"C'mere, Baby," she drawled.
Allen slid to the side of the bed, took a pull of his drink, and set his glass on the nightstand as the smoky liquid rolled warmly down his throat. The click of the glass sounded overly loud in the silence. They looked at each other fondly. Both felt the oddness; the liminality of the moment. A sensuous and expectant pall bound them together in the trepidation and arousal of their new unfolding reality together. Every moment now seemed an adventure.
Jen reached out and curled her hand around the back of his knee. She smiled up at him naughtily as she trailed her fingers up the seam of his stocking, up the back of his his thigh until her hand cupped his ass under the skirt. She squeezed his butt and Allen felt his ass, hip, tummy, and cunt all tingle with her touch.
"Ooh," Jen growled, "No panties! Did you go out in public like this, you naughty slut?"
Allen nodded demurely.
"Take your clothes off, Baby" she commanded.
Allen unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor behind him. He cupped his bra-bound boobs and Jen murmured, "Mmmm! So pretty. Show me those hot tits, Baby!"
Rather than attempt any more subtle burlesque with the unfamiliar lingerie, Allen simply peeled the cups from under the swell of his breasts, setting them free. His stiffening nipples bounced free in the cool air. He extricated himself from the contraption and let it fall, then he reached behind and unhooked and unzipped his skirt. He rode his thumbs under the waistband around to his hips, then slowly peeled the skirt down to reveal the thick blond curls at the top of his muff.
Jen's sultry murmur was almost a whisper: "Mmmm! Take it off, Baby!"
Allen slowly slid the skirt down his thighs, bending over to ride it to the floor and step out of it. His hair fell around his face and under it he saw Jen reaching over to cup one dangling boob and squeeze it in her strong fingers. Allen hummed in appreciation, feeling Jen's palm caress his hard, sensitive nipple.
She released his breast and trailed her warm fingers along his flank as he stood up straight again. She squeezed his ass again, more forcefully this time and he felt the warmth of her hand spread through his ass and hips. He was getting seriously wet now.
"You've got such a hot, sexy ass, Baby!"
"Well you put a lot of work into that," Allen offered, trying to navigate the nervousness of the moment with some levity.
"Yes I fucking did," Jen concurred. "And thanks for appreciating that, by the way." She smiled a devilish grin. "Now I'm finally going to get to enjoy it!"
SMACK!
Allen yelped.
"Get that hot ass over here, Baby!" Jen's voice was throaty and a bit gravelly with drink.
