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Chapter Three—"The Ladies
Room "- written by C.J. Penn
Ben had outlined his plan for a fun weekend at Indian Waters and after another hour of sex play with Jerri and Jack, he and Janet had gone out for a late dinner. Promises to call each other were given by both couples.
At dinner, Janet still felt turned on by the earlier experiences
with Jack and Jerri. Seated among unsuspecting diners, Janet
could still feel hands and tongues all over her body and wondered
if somehow it showed. That thought was in itself fairly titillating
and Janet started to see the other diners as people with thoughts
of sex going on in their heads right this minute. The tall
man at the table next to her leaned down to retrieve his date's
napkin. Janet imagined the man reaching up the woman's skirt;
his fingertips caressing her inner thighs. What was she thinking?
Janet realized it was going to be hard not to think about
sex for a while.
Ben was studying the menu intently as Janet ran her bare foot up his leg. He smiled back at her and asked, "still feeling frisky?" Janet nodded twice.
Janet wanted Ben to touch her, and not just on her hand or arm, but on every erogenous zone on her body. "Ben, " she said. "Come with me for a minute." She got out of her chair and walked toward the restrooms. Ben followed.
"Wait here a second," Janet said with a mischievous grin stretching across her face as she entered the women's restroom. In about five seconds she returned and motioned Ben into the room. As he entered, she locked the door behind him and turned around to face him.
Ben's smile was splitting his face ear-to-ear, as well. "What do you have in mind?"
Janet had a lot in mind and none of it included keeping her jeans on. As she slid off her shoes and then her jeans, Ben followed suit. He was so eager he was out of his pants before she was out of hers. Ben's erection was already fully visible under his shorts, which were coming off at that moment.
Once Ben was free of his underwear he reached over to Janet and stopped her from pulling her shorts down. Ben loved to do this part himself and Janet loved him doing it. He knelt down in front of her, kissing her tummy, cupping his hands under her buns, running his fingers inside her panties from the bottom up over her smooth skin and between her cheeks. As he did so, he worked Janet's panties down, slowly, until they were mid-thigh. With her sweet spot exposed, Ben moved his tongue over the lips of her pussy, along the edges and up to her clitoris.
Janet shivered uncontrollably as Ben's tongue did its magic. Her fingers were entwined in his thick hair, brushing his scalp, and feeling connectivity to her own sex through Ben's head. The pleasure was coming at her in waves.
Ben moaned, yearning to put his throbbing cock inside of her and Janet, sensing his need, twisted out of his grasp, moved to the sink and bent over it, her tush wiggling Ben over to her.
As he pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs, Ben bit her behind then kissed the love bite and stood up behind her.
Janet squealed with the bite, surprised, but liking it. She knew Ben would never hurt her. Despite Ben's size and strength, he was a fairly gentle lover and she actually liked him to be a little rough or at least pretend to be. If Janet could change anything about Ben's style, it would be to have him let loose some more and not control his actions and emotions trying to please her. Janet knew she could handle whatever Ben wanted to do sexually, and then some.
Ben was now slipping his wetted fingers into her vagina and Janet could feel herself getting very wet with anticipation. This was a position that always got Janet excited, especially knowing how it affected Ben and tended to bring out more unabashed animalistic passion in his love-making.
As Ben felt Janet's lubricating wetness over his fingers he withdrew his hand and slowly guided his cock between her legs. The sensation was incredible as the rim of his cock glided into her sweet, wetness, closing around him.
Janet felt Ben shudder as he entered her, his member hard yet shaped perfectly for her pleasure. And it hit all the right places. Ben was well equipped, but not huge, just right for her smaller size. She felt him moving in and out, filling her, the tops of his muscular thighs up against the backs of her legs, his hands holding her waist, holding on to keep balance and for more tactile connection. She could feel Ben losing his intellectual control and giving in to raw emotion, his muscles tightening, his rhythm moving up a notch or two, grunts getting louder, panting getting heavier, and as this was happening, Janet felt herself letting go as well.
In moments, both Janet and Ben were in the throes of raw emotion, feeling each thrust, enjoying the physicality of their lovemaking. Janet felt Ben's hands moving over her hips, around to her thighs, and she knew that in seconds he would touch her clit and that would send her into spasms of delight.
Sure enough, just as Ben trust into her from behind, his fingertip found her clit and like wildfire spreading throughout her body, she felt the heat explode from her and began a stream of orgasms that kept rippling as Ben reached his own nirvana and howled his release. Janet was past caring whether they could be heard from outside the restroom. She moved to face Ben, putting her arms around him, feeling his kisses on her face and then on her lips.
After some hasty washing up, Janet and Ben were ready to sneak back to their table. As Janet opened the door to look out, she saw people discreetly looking in the other direction, with a few grinning exceptions, and they nonchalantly headed back to their table. Ben was blushing bright red, but smiling with that open-faced enthusiasm she dearly loved.
They had barely reached their table when the food they had ordered earlier arrived. Ben and Janet were now starving and said barely a word for the next ten minutes as they devoured their meal.
Finally, Janet spoke first. "How do you really feel about Jack and Jerri?"
"In what way?"
"Do you feel comfortable with them? We hardly know them."
"Well, the sex was great," Ben said, smiling. "They seemed pretty much comfortable with us. Are you wishing we wouldn't have invited them to Indian Waters?"
"No. I think that will be fine. If we get tired of their company, we've got our own room, but what I really mean is, can we keep this purely 'fun and sex' and not form emotional attachments. I don't want this new relationship to hurt what you and I have."
Ben nodded. "I know what you mean. I worry about that, too. Maybe we should talk things over with them before making the reservations."
Janet agreed, and after splitting a huge chocolate dessert, Ben and she left for her house. On the drive over, Janet laid her seat back and closed her eyes.
"Don't go to sleep on me now," Ben said. "I'm starting to get my second wind."
Janet didn't open her eyes, but a sly smile crossed her face and she slowly pulled her top over her head and off her arms, dropping it in the back seat. Next she unhooked her bra, leaving it loose, covering her breasts.
Ben was having a very hard time keeping his eyes on the almost empty highway. With his right hand, he reached under the bra, cupping her left breast, feeling its full roundness. Janet's nipple was hardening under Ben's touch and he could tell she was getting turned on. With a slight tug, he pulled the bra off, dashboard lights dancing across her bare breasts. Janet reached over and undid Ben's belt, pulling the button loose and unzipping his jeans. Then she slid her hand into his shorts, fingers closing over his stiffening cock, stroking life into it as it unfolded into her hand. As she was playing with Ben's cock, she undid her own jeans and moved her fingers into her pussy.
Very few cars were still out and no one seemed to notice the activity in Ben's car as he drove down the road. In a burst of inspiration, Ben pulled onto a side street and into the adjoining neighborhood.
"Where are we headed", Janet asked, unfamiliar with the area.
"My friend Buddy lives over here."
"We're going to visit your friend, who I don't even know, now," Janet complained. "Why now?"
"Because Buddy isn't home and I've got a key to his house and Buddy won't mind at all."
"Yes, but what's the big deal with Buddy's house? Why don't we just go on to my place?"
"Because you don't have a heated pool in your backyard," Ben replied, his white-toothed grin showing in the moonlight.
Janet, was pulling her seat upright and putting her clothes back on as quickly as she could. "What are we waiting for then? Move it!"
"What's the pool like?" she asked.
"The backyard is fenced in so the neighbors can't see. The pool is kidney shaped with a small waterfall pouring in at one end. It's kind of designed like a tropical lagoon. You'll definitely like it."
"Is it deep?" asked Janet. "I hate those pools where it's never over your head." Janet had been a swimmer since childhood and loved the water. She was really getting excited. And she noticed that Ben was still quite hard. This night still had much promise.
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