Janet looked up at James, his deep brown eyes staring back at her. He was good at that bit, making them think they were special, that he cared. Cared? Not really. Oh they were pleasant enough for the most part and some, like Janet were little goers and without them the job would be somewhat different.
The water from the showerhead was already soaking her shoulder length brown hair, making it cling to her neck, she blinked to disperse the falling droplets from her eyes. He pulled her to him, rubbing his hardening cock on the now damp cotton of her dress. Here nipples and areola were clearly visible through the fabric, hard and prominent. His large muscular hand grasped one enticing mound and gave it a gentle squeeze. She smiled up at him, and pressed her belly against his erection.
Her chest heaved with excitement, a spectacle not lost on James who yearned to rub soap onto the soft flesh of her breasts, massage it round and round, before sliding his cock between them.
But it was Janet who made the next move. She slid to her knees, head level with his groin. With her left hand she cupped his balls, the right stroked him up and down. At first she did just stroke, feeling his contours, the softness of the skin, the ridges of the veins, the firm blood-filled tissue within. Her hand’s gripped tightened and encircled his girth, drawing his foreskin back and forth. Each time she drew it back watching the smooth head of his penis emerge from within its enveloping sheath of skin with increasing excitement.
She kissed the tip of his glans, teased the entrance to his urethra with the tip of her tongue. His hand rested gently on the side of her head, he was resisting the urge to push his cock between her lips, enter her mouth. She enjoyed that, knowing that she could still excite a man, get him going, even if Edward wasn’t interested. She knew there was no feeling between her and James, except perhaps that one might find between acquaintances. A slight affection maybe, she was sure that wasn’t one-sided, but she wasn’t deluding herself it was anything more than a mutually agreeable business transaction.
Janet took the head of his penis into her mouth and sucked on it gently. The feel of it on her tongue filling her mouth was making her heart flutter. She had never let him deep into her mouth, but now she wanted to. He watched his cock disappear between her lips, felt its tip slide across the roof of her mouth, her tongue undulating across the frenulum. It came to rest against her soft palette.
Janet closed her lips tightly around his shaft and threw her head back, raking her teeth down the skin of penis. Then back again drawing him in. This time when he touched the back of her mouth she forced her head towards him trying to squeeze the swollen head of his cock into her throat, eventually giving up, releasing him and gagging. Janet looked up at James, disappointed, he stroked her hair again and everything seemed alright.
Janet began again, this time contenting herself with sucking, licking and nibbling him while his hips gently swayed fucking her mouth. The heat between her thighs was like a furnace, she imaged the water streaming down her boobs turning to steam as it ran between her legs.
She felt a change in his rhythm, a pumping in his groin. His balls, already tight seamed to draw themselves up further. She felt herself, without thinking, sliding her hand towards his ass, sliding her middle finger onto his anus and pressing gently. James let out a surprised gasp which mingled with his orgasmic grunts.
Janet felt her mouth fill with thick warm fluid. She released James’ cock from her mouth, watching, enthralled by the cum still oozing from his tip.
She looked up at him again. He saw the glint in her eye and smiled as she swallowed then licked lips. Her hand took his flagging member and milked it, watching the white droplets fall to the tiled floor and be washed away by the streams of water.