Jane - Part 2
It's been a while thanks to Covid 19 but Jane and I have been in constant contact by telephone over the months and I am glad to say she still wants me in her life. I saw her from a short distance without her knowledge a month of so ago and the lockdown restrictions had changed her only a little; her auburn bob had lengthened somewhat down to collar-length and she now had a small paunch. She looked totally eatable but there was a problem - Bill had died!
He passed in his care home during the height of the pandemic due to Covid-related matters and so Jane and her two daught*rs were left to arrange the funeral amid all the chaos. I managed to speak to her just before the funeral and, because I'm self-centred and basically horney I wanted to know what she was going to wear for the day and she said she would wear her black mid thigh length business suit, white blouse, black tights and black shiny flat shoes. I had to resist asking about her choice of underwear as it was too soon but I envisaged her wearing contrasting white panties under her tights and a lacy bra too. Delicious lecherous thoughts cascaded around my mind at the thought of her ensemble and of being able to take her dressed so seductively!
There was another challenge to overcome post-mourning period too. Her two harpy daught*rs had taken to being around her to 'help her adjust' almost constantly which meant there could be no 'us' time until we came up with a plan. Last week they had relaxed their guard over their mum and Jane had said she was going for a countryside ramble and would be overnighting on the way back with an old girlfriend and that if they were at all concerned they could contact her on her mobile phone. They fell for it! Two miles from Jane's flat I met her in my car. As she climbed-in I caught the familiar smell of her perfume and we kissed and hugged each other closely. I could tell she was glad to be back in company of a man and she told me so. I was careful to be tactful in my dealings with her at first until we had talked-through how we were to move forward.
It was a hot day and when we arrived at my home; we chatted some, cleared the air so-to-speak and Jane decided she wanted to sun bathe in my secluded back garden not having had the chance of much sun lately and living as she does in a one bedroom flat. Changing into a pink one piece swim suit that fitted in all the right places she strolled to a lounger and plonked herself face down and took out her phone to call the harpies to re-assure them. I joined her wearing swim shorts and settled down next to her laying on my back. While she chatted I took the opportunity to ogle her mature womanly body shape and warm thoughts soon had my dick twitching. I let my hand wander over her back and chanced touching her bottom. She seemed content so I squeezed her bum cheeks and ran my index finger over her tight lycra covered gusset before letting it linger there caressing between her thighs gently in slow up and down motion. I could feel she was getting hot and moist down there but she playfully swatted my probing hand away as it was distracting her thoughts (it was doing things to me too) and, ending her call, turned to me and told me to wait and not get too eager as it was just too hot for such hanky-panky right now! A short while later she turned-over to her back and placed her hand palm down over my obvious erection and gave it a playful squeeze. I knew full on sex was not on the cards right now but I was pleasantly pleased that she had decided I needed some easing of my sexual frustration and, prising my cock out of my shorts, began to gently stroke me to a happy ending! At least I managed to 'bridge the gap' between us as, with a delicious shudder ejaculated sending it flying across the gap and onto her thighs. Patting it with a 'there, there' comment she merely closed her eyes and enjoyed the rest of our sun bathing session in peace.
Later, as the evening drew to a close and bed time loomed I nipped upstairs to the bathroom and popped a viagra tablet into my mouth and awaited its effects. I had reasoned that we were both incredibly randy and me shooting my seed and getting limp wasn't the best way forward; no, I reasoned I must be able to give us both fulfilment for as long as it takes and Jane wholly deserved after all she had endured lately, a damn good stiff fucking and I fully intended to be the man to give it to her! The ensuing sex was long and loving. Jane was warm and wet and my hardness probed her inner niches giving us both the pleasure we had missed for so long. However, before going to sleep Jane turned to face me and, with a swat of her hand to my still stiff cock told me in no uncertain terms that it was her job, no matter how long it takes; to make me hard: and not some bloody chemical! With that she turned back over presenting her bottom to me and let me slide my stiffness back into her cunt so as not to waste its hardness while we drifted-off.
The following day after breakfast Jane was stood at the sink washing the dishes and wearing her bathing suit and a virtually transparent sarong when she slowly turned around and, catching my eye, said in a rather salacious tone 'You know I shave myself, you know (and with a nod of the head towards her crotch) down there' I nodded not knowing where this was leading, 'Well, she continued, have you ever thought of keeping yourself shaved, you know, down there too?' I was getting that feeling of not being the one in control again and so told her I have, on occasions shaved my bits but it was a bit of a chore. Jane advised me then that it was only difficult at first but once you have a base level it was only a matter of very regular upkeep. I couldn't argue with that and asked her where this was leading. She had a plan!
One of Jane's many non-sexual talents is that of a beautician. She had once worked in a ladies salon and had experience of bikini line maintenance and so much more. She wanted to do to me what she had done with Bill and I saw no reason to disagree as it pleased her and also meant there would, no doubt, be sex at the end of it too. Taking my hand she led me to the bathroom whereupon she pulled down my shorts and, sitting open legged on the loo, lifted-up my cock to get a good look at it. I was hardening quickly but she merely tutted and turned me around to check out how hairy my bum was. Before I knew it she was running hot water and lathering-up my cock and balls ready to shave some parts, namely my balls and any stray hairs on my shaft. I had a feeling there was much more to come and that it might not be too pleasant. I was right! Instructed to lie down on a towel on the bed she heated-up some wax stuff and spread it over my pubic mound and inner thighs and covered it with some thin material to set. Jeepers! In many painful stages she yanked the material and off came my pubes and just about all my body hair from my belly button to my knees. Boy, did that smart (and some). I was far too sore to make love to her that night but I must admit that the effect was striking and when admiring my new look in the mirror was pleased to see that Jane was pleased with her handiwork too!
To be continued!
He passed in his care home during the height of the pandemic due to Covid-related matters and so Jane and her two daught*rs were left to arrange the funeral amid all the chaos. I managed to speak to her just before the funeral and, because I'm self-centred and basically horney I wanted to know what she was going to wear for the day and she said she would wear her black mid thigh length business suit, white blouse, black tights and black shiny flat shoes. I had to resist asking about her choice of underwear as it was too soon but I envisaged her wearing contrasting white panties under her tights and a lacy bra too. Delicious lecherous thoughts cascaded around my mind at the thought of her ensemble and of being able to take her dressed so seductively!
There was another challenge to overcome post-mourning period too. Her two harpy daught*rs had taken to being around her to 'help her adjust' almost constantly which meant there could be no 'us' time until we came up with a plan. Last week they had relaxed their guard over their mum and Jane had said she was going for a countryside ramble and would be overnighting on the way back with an old girlfriend and that if they were at all concerned they could contact her on her mobile phone. They fell for it! Two miles from Jane's flat I met her in my car. As she climbed-in I caught the familiar smell of her perfume and we kissed and hugged each other closely. I could tell she was glad to be back in company of a man and she told me so. I was careful to be tactful in my dealings with her at first until we had talked-through how we were to move forward.
It was a hot day and when we arrived at my home; we chatted some, cleared the air so-to-speak and Jane decided she wanted to sun bathe in my secluded back garden not having had the chance of much sun lately and living as she does in a one bedroom flat. Changing into a pink one piece swim suit that fitted in all the right places she strolled to a lounger and plonked herself face down and took out her phone to call the harpies to re-assure them. I joined her wearing swim shorts and settled down next to her laying on my back. While she chatted I took the opportunity to ogle her mature womanly body shape and warm thoughts soon had my dick twitching. I let my hand wander over her back and chanced touching her bottom. She seemed content so I squeezed her bum cheeks and ran my index finger over her tight lycra covered gusset before letting it linger there caressing between her thighs gently in slow up and down motion. I could feel she was getting hot and moist down there but she playfully swatted my probing hand away as it was distracting her thoughts (it was doing things to me too) and, ending her call, turned to me and told me to wait and not get too eager as it was just too hot for such hanky-panky right now! A short while later she turned-over to her back and placed her hand palm down over my obvious erection and gave it a playful squeeze. I knew full on sex was not on the cards right now but I was pleasantly pleased that she had decided I needed some easing of my sexual frustration and, prising my cock out of my shorts, began to gently stroke me to a happy ending! At least I managed to 'bridge the gap' between us as, with a delicious shudder ejaculated sending it flying across the gap and onto her thighs. Patting it with a 'there, there' comment she merely closed her eyes and enjoyed the rest of our sun bathing session in peace.
Later, as the evening drew to a close and bed time loomed I nipped upstairs to the bathroom and popped a viagra tablet into my mouth and awaited its effects. I had reasoned that we were both incredibly randy and me shooting my seed and getting limp wasn't the best way forward; no, I reasoned I must be able to give us both fulfilment for as long as it takes and Jane wholly deserved after all she had endured lately, a damn good stiff fucking and I fully intended to be the man to give it to her! The ensuing sex was long and loving. Jane was warm and wet and my hardness probed her inner niches giving us both the pleasure we had missed for so long. However, before going to sleep Jane turned to face me and, with a swat of her hand to my still stiff cock told me in no uncertain terms that it was her job, no matter how long it takes; to make me hard: and not some bloody chemical! With that she turned back over presenting her bottom to me and let me slide my stiffness back into her cunt so as not to waste its hardness while we drifted-off.
The following day after breakfast Jane was stood at the sink washing the dishes and wearing her bathing suit and a virtually transparent sarong when she slowly turned around and, catching my eye, said in a rather salacious tone 'You know I shave myself, you know (and with a nod of the head towards her crotch) down there' I nodded not knowing where this was leading, 'Well, she continued, have you ever thought of keeping yourself shaved, you know, down there too?' I was getting that feeling of not being the one in control again and so told her I have, on occasions shaved my bits but it was a bit of a chore. Jane advised me then that it was only difficult at first but once you have a base level it was only a matter of very regular upkeep. I couldn't argue with that and asked her where this was leading. She had a plan!
One of Jane's many non-sexual talents is that of a beautician. She had once worked in a ladies salon and had experience of bikini line maintenance and so much more. She wanted to do to me what she had done with Bill and I saw no reason to disagree as it pleased her and also meant there would, no doubt, be sex at the end of it too. Taking my hand she led me to the bathroom whereupon she pulled down my shorts and, sitting open legged on the loo, lifted-up my cock to get a good look at it. I was hardening quickly but she merely tutted and turned me around to check out how hairy my bum was. Before I knew it she was running hot water and lathering-up my cock and balls ready to shave some parts, namely my balls and any stray hairs on my shaft. I had a feeling there was much more to come and that it might not be too pleasant. I was right! Instructed to lie down on a towel on the bed she heated-up some wax stuff and spread it over my pubic mound and inner thighs and covered it with some thin material to set. Jeepers! In many painful stages she yanked the material and off came my pubes and just about all my body hair from my belly button to my knees. Boy, did that smart (and some). I was far too sore to make love to her that night but I must admit that the effect was striking and when admiring my new look in the mirror was pleased to see that Jane was pleased with her handiwork too!
To be continued!
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