Long, lateral waves of lust ran across her belly and crashed together in her twat. The thrill was so great that the sexy girl was sobbing and wailing as she thrashed about on the desk, working off her wonderful climax to the dregs.
Then she was at the very peak.
'Ahhhhh…' she cried, loud, unrestrained, not caring who might hear her at her moment of bliss.
She was finished.
She sighed and slumped, her body going soft. Harris continued to rub her clit and finger her hole until he was certain that he had milked out every last spasm of her orgasm.
'Ummmm,' she whimpered.
'Did you like that?'
'I loved it.'
He drew his hands away. Both hands were soaking with the flow of her coming.
'We should have put a blotter down,' he said.
She giggled, happy and content.
'I hope we can do… things like that… more often, now,' he said, gazing into her eyes.
Jayne saw that she was going to have a bit of trouble in the future. She spent her working days with this man, often alone with him, and it was going to be awfully hard to resist him now that she had let him finger fuck her. She felt a wave of guilt and a foreshadowing of even greater guilt.
Forcing her voice to sound more distant and colder than she felt, determined to nip this affair in the bud, she said, 'I really enjoyed it, but we musten't do it again.'
He looked disappointed.
'You must understand… an office party is one thing, but at work…'
He nodded.
'I'd hoped…'
'Please. Let's not talk about it.'
'All right,' he said.
He was a true gentleman, she thought. He wasn't going to be difficult about it.
She slid down from the desk and, holding her dress up, adjusted her damp panties to her drained crotch. He watched with hot, adoring eyes, but made no further attempt to touch her or talk of the future.
Smoothing her dress down, she said, 'I think we had better return to the party, now.'
He said, 'Ain't you forgetting something?' Jayne looked at him, keeping her face blank.
She had misunderstood. She thought that he expected her to jerk him off, in return for the handjob that he had given her. Well, she was willing to do that. It was only fair, she reasoned. It would not magnify her guilt and she owed him an orgasm.
But he said, 'You were going to phone your husband.'
'Oh! Why, yes… I did forget.' She smiled at him. 'You took my mind off him,' she said.
And then, because he was standing there waiting for her, she lifted the phone and dialed.
She thought that she would just tell Jonathon that she would be, home soon.
But Jonathon didn't answer.
A girl answered the phone.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time he pulled into the driveway of his home, Jonathon had another splendid hard-on, mainly because he had been imagining what it was going to be like to take Shirley Tiddlewell to bed – to the same bed he normally shared with Jayne and also because it was rather inspirational to have her rubbing her juicy snatch as she sat beside him in the passenger seat.
She had cupped and rubbed herself through her jeans, at first, but then, getting more excited, she had opened those brief cut-off denims and pushed her hand down inside so that she could rub and pet her naked pussy. Her lithe, nubile hips squirmed as she stimulated herself. She had one foot on the seat, her knee bent and her trim thigh arched. The other leg was extended to the floorboards. Her head was bent down so that she seemed to be – and was, in fact – watching her hand caress her cunt. She was quite interested in what she was doing. She liked to see her pussy lips unfurl and the slot get nice and creamy and the sensitive clit grow rigid. Usually when she masturbated, she did it in front of a looking glass or, if she was in bed, held a mirror in her free hand so that she did not miss out on seeing any of the juicy details that resulted from her self-stimulation.
Jonathon kept glancing sideways, finding it difficult to concentrate on the road ahead.
Shirley was aware of his interest.
'You got a mirror in your bedroom?' she asked.
'Why… yes…'
'Oh, good. I like mirrors. I never had a chance to watch myself get fucked, always doing it in cars and all. I just know that will be a real turn on.'
Jonathon was in agreement.
He grinned and said, 'In fact, there's a full length mirror on the back of the closet door. If the door is opened at just the right angle, someone on the bed can see himself reflected.'
'Oh good! I'm keen on that idea.' She giggled. 'I saw myself suck a dick once,' she told him, causing his pecker to heave and throb.
She said, 'That was in a car, of course. But I tilted the rear view mirror down and knelt on the seat so that I could watch the guy's prick go in and out of my mouth. I forget who the guy was – maybe I never knew his name, come to that – but I sure remember his cock. It was a whopper! Anyhow, I really got a kick out of seeing that in a mirror, watching my lips pull on his cock head and push down his shaft and all. And when he shot, it was a real thrill, I'll tell you! I knew he was gonna cum so I opened my mouth wide and just sort of laid his cockhead on my tongue so that I could see his jism spurt right into my mouth. Ummm. So I know. I'll just love watching myself get balled.'
And so, with talk like that, and pussy petting to observe, it was little wonder that Jonathon had a booming erection by the time they got to the house.
Worried about the neighbors and feeling pretty guilty, Jonathon made her sit low on the seat while he got out and opened the garage doors. Then he drove in. Shirley looked around and said, 'I've been fucked in garages a couple times. Public garages…'
Jonathon was tempted to fuck her there in the car, safely parked inside the garage. He knew that he would feel less guilty about it, afterwards, than he was going to feel if he took her in Jayne's bed, in the marital bed – but he also knew that it wouldn't be as much fun.
Once again, he told himself that it was his wife's own fault for leaving him all alone, with only a single fuck and not even one blow job-to keep him content.
He got out, walked around the back of the car and opened the door on the passenger side.
That impressed the girl, who had never had a door opened for her, before – although dozens of men had leaned past her to push down the door lock before screwing her in the front seat. She thought that it was real nice to have a gentleman for a change and she was really looking forward to getting fucked in a bed, with a mirror available.
Jonathon took her by the hand and led her into the house via the covered passageway. The passageway connected with the kitchen.
He said, 'Would you like a drink first?'
Shirley looked at him curiously.
'Gee,' she said. 'I'm too young to drink.'
That announcement brought a new surge of lust and desire tumbling through the man's loins. He was about to fuck a girl who was too young to drink! And he was going to fuck her in his wife's bed! With a mirror!
He led her to the bedroom.
Shirley looked around, smiling. She went to the closet and opened it, moving the door back and forth until
