Chapter 2 – The Changing Rooms
In the changing rooms they reluctantly parted company, Jan going through to the shows to undress. She was glad that no-one was around this late in the afternoon. She took off her dress, which was a little created from her exercises. Standing there in her underwear, she observed herself in the mirror, the delicate material of her bra showing her pink nipples, which were still aroused from her encounter. She looked at the dark muff of hair showing Through the lacy panties, where his fingers and tongue had explored. She could see that her tighs still had on them the sticky sweetness from the orgasm he had given her. She displaced the material of her panties, and protected and explored her clip through the fabric – hard, ready for more.
She ran her fingers over her chest where he had kissed her, and not caring who might be around, she removed the bra, gently dropped it to the floor, and started playing with her nipples, pinching and squeezing them, and pulling them into points. Her hands strayed down her belly to her muff, and she felt down her panties to stroke it, then removed her panties, the better to feel it. She slipped her middle finger into the juicy pink depths, warm, wet, inviting, stroking round in circles then catching her clip upwards, as always excited her, and watched herself in the mirror as she continued playing with her breasts. She enjoyed the sight of herself standing there naked, a sexy, sensitive woman, aroused, ready, wanting more. Her fingers plunged in deeper, and found her G-spot, while she continued rubbing her clip with her thumb.
So absorbed was she in her pleasures that she did not notice that the door had opened softly, and she jumped for a moment until she realized that it was John. He motioned to her to keep quiet, and he crept over, and took in her appearance. Jan blushed at what he had discovered her doing. She then nosiced that John only had the minimum clothing on, just enough to sneak across the corridor. He was obviously fully erect, as his cock was clearly visible pointing through the material of his joggers, unconfined by any briefs, and a couple of wet patches had appeared where the head was against the material. Jan loved seeing a man aroused thus, and reached out and grasped his cock through the material, gently claping his balls with her other hand. It was one of her fansies that she could just pull a man’s trousers down and get his hard cock out, no briefs, and to her delight, this was exactly what happened. She pulled his trousers right down and he stepped out of them. She helped him off with his t-shirt, so he was as naked as she, and as ready as she.
Jan knelt down and, gently cracking John’s balls in both her hands, she manoeuvred his stiff cock to her lips, and kissed the head gently. With one hand she pulled his foreskin back, and touched her tongue to the barehead of his cock, licking away the droplets of salty juice which were oozing from him in his pleasure. Then as she enveloped the head in her lips, Jan leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth, a little beyond the head, then leaned back again, drawing it out, and sucking hard. She did this a few more times, gripping, sucking, pulling it out longer, as he groaned with pleasure, placing both hands on her head and moving her to and fro, gently thrusting in time to her sucking, in order to get more of his cock into her mouth. Jan gripped his cock a little harder in her mouth, sucked more firmly, and each time she took him in, she went deeper on him, until over half his length was in.
John just stood still, eyes closed, holding her head, moving his hips in time to her sucking, enjoying the firm pressure on his cock which was tingling and throbbing in anticipation of his climax. He was going to shoot his load into her, empty his balls into her, into that lovely wet, tight mouth. Jan’s hands had shifted to around his bottom, and she now dug her nails in, pulled him closer, pulled him harder into her, and John was in every kind of heaven as he came. His cock pulsed and throbbed as his hot juice left him, feeling her mouth still around him firmly, draining him, sucking him dry. As he still, Jan let go his cock from her mouth, and buried her face in his groin, kissing, holding, hugging, and after a few more moments she stood up and melted into his arms.
For a little time they stood and held each other in their intimacy, then John stood back a step and observed Jan’s face, flushed with pleasure and a little shyness, still a little damp from her exercises, her hair a little dishevelled. He leaned over and gently took one of her nipples in his mouth, leaning back again and tweaking, as she had done to his cock. Her nipple stood out proudly from this attention, and he Did the same to the other one, and Jan closed her eyes and surprised with pleasure. He planted delicate damp kisses all over both her breasts, returning to her nipples regularly to moisten them and keep them erect. Jan wanted him to move down her body, but he remained repeatedly where he was for quite a while, making her pussy juices flow with both frustration and anticipation. With his fingers he traced lines around her waist, down her spine and around her buttocks, but still he would not touch her pussy, which was becoming so swollen and wet.
At length he did begin to move, with delicate kisses down the centre of her, first between her breasts, then down her belly. He lingered at her navel, licking and sucking, then, kneeing down before her, his lips traveled downwards, as he gently held and kneaded her buttocks. When he got down to her public hair, he gently brushed his lips over it, not quite touching her skin, and finally moved down to her hard, erect clip, which thrilled at his touch. He ran his tongue around the tip, then upwards into her mound, pulling the hood of skin back, then back down around the tip of her clip again, then thrust deeply into her.
He tasted her warm, musky wetness, feel the smooth surfaces of her love tunnel, and came to the sensitive spot, which made her give a little cry of pleasure when his tongue touched it. He then ran the tip of his tongue outwards from her G-spot, along her sensitive tunnel, past her clip, and deep into her shaft, whereupon she thrust her hips forward into his face. He continued to pleasure her thus, sometimes teasing her clip on the outside, sometimes diving into her tunnel, running the tip of his tongue the full length of it, until he reached the G-spot again. As he felt her begin to understand, he pressed his tongue around her G-spot with a circular motion, at the same time rubbing her juices around her cliporis with his thumb, until, with a little cry, she thrust forward one more time and started to climax. John tasted the little gushes of hot, sweet girl-juice as they ran over her G-spot and down her tunnel, soaking his lips and his face. He leaned back a little, and with two fingers deep inside her, rubbed and stimulated her G-spot as she compromised under his touch, moaning, crying, more and more little hot pulses of fluid coming out of her and down his hand and wrist. At the same time he was pressing with his thumb on her cliporis, so that finally she came in a double climax, her clip exploded and the last of the hot fluid gushed from her, and she was satisfied.
After a few moments John stood up and enfolded Jan in his arms, and they stood there, just embracing and enjoying their closeness after the intimacy they had shared. Suddenly realising where they were, and glad that no one had interrupted them, they gathered their things and walked through the archway to the far room where the shows were.
Going into a cubicle with Jan, John turned on the water, watching it slide sensitively around Jan’s curves, dripping off her breasts, flowing around her pussy and forming rivulets down her thighs.
He took some shower gel and started to rub it all over her body, paying particular attention to her breasts, where he enjoyed cupping her nipples between his soapy hands and gently pulling them out to full length. He turned her round and soaped her back, running fingers down her spine, rubbing handsfuls of later around her firm, round buttocks, dipping naughtily into her private place and toying with her pussy lips as he did so. He turned her to face him again, and smoothed more shower gel over her breasts, around her stomach, and to her mound, where he first soaped her with the flat of his palm, then reached soapy fingers down to pleasure her clip and labia. He then stood back a little while the water gently rinsed her body.
Jan then took the shower gel and firmly lathered John’s buttocks, pulling him towards her, and again playfully dipping into the private place, before bringing her hands around the front, and running soapy fingers along the creams of his groin. She took more later and gently cupped his balls in her hands, rubbing the later around the furry roughness of the skin, before moving both hands up onto his cock, which had begun to harden. As he whispered to her that he did not want it yet, she reluctantly ceased teasing for the moment, and after he had been rinsed they had a long, lingering embrace in the warm water before stepping out, one by one, enfolding themselves in the large luxury bath towels to get dry.
Looking out again into the main room, still deserted but fearing being locked in at this hour, they retrieved fresh clothes from their respective luggage, John having brought through his bag and left it by the main changing room door. Jan was then dressed in an exotic gypsy skirt and flounced white cotton blouse, and John in a fresh pair of chinos and linen shirt. Quietly and conspiratorially, with Jan acting as lookout, they both sneaked out into the corridor, then strolled nonchalantly out into reception as if nothing was amiss. Jan must have been wearing a precious expression, as she was sure that the young receptionist who had first greeted her gave her a conspiratorial look.
Leaving a general tip for the receptionist, John took Jan by the hand and led her outside to where he had parked his Jaguar and, opening the door for her, ushered her into the passenger seat and closed the door after her. He stood their bags in the boot, walked round the car, got into the driving seat, started the car and, ensuring they were both settled in their seat belts, sped out of the car park and headed for the orbital road.
The journey took a little over half an hour, firstly through the leaves streets of affluent London suburbs, then a little stretch of the orbital road, and finally out into the countryside beyond. The sun had been setting during this time, and it being autumn, everything around them was red and golden, the sun like a burning golden orb in the red-pink-purple sky, before it set, and left a golden glow suffusing the night sky from below the horizon, the stars beginning to come out. The stark black outlines of tree branches stood out against the dark blue night sky, outlined in the moonlight. Neither John nor Jan spoke much during this part of the journey, partly because they did not wish to break the magical atmosphere, and partly because they were both deep in contemplation, remembering all the wonderful things which had passed between them that day.
(to be continued…)
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