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I was a little bit irritated. Not with Mary, just generally irritated.
Well, maybe more than a little bit, in fact quite irritated wouldn’t be overstating it.
Yes, all right, it was about Mary, I was irritated with Mary. There, I’ve admitted it, OK?
Trouble is, it wasn’t her fault. I knew that in my mind and accepted it, but it didn’t change the way I felt.
She had worked late last night. And the night before that. And most of the last month.
It wasn’t a surprise, I’d known it would happen. In fact she had told me it would happen a year ago. When we talked about me moving in with her, she matter-of-factly told me there would be times when I wouldn’t see much of her. She was an IT project manager, and when a major deadline approached, everyone worked insane hours. It was just the way it was. But yesterday had been a major deadline and maybe things would start to improve now.
There were compensations, of course. She was very well paid, and very generous. I could never have afforded to live in a place like this, go on expensive holidays, eat at fancy restaurants. But it didn’t feel like she tried to control me. She just liked nice things, and liked sharing them with me.
So I didn’t blame her, I knew I was being unreasonable. And I knew why. I was horny as hell. We hadn’t had sex in weeks, she was either too tired or not there at all. Oh sure, I had an array of toys, and they did the job, but it wasn’t the same. I missed the connection, the warmth, the love. And, of course, I missed her gorgeous body.
But coffee fixes everything. Well, no, not really, but it should improve my mood while I waited for her to wake up. After weeks of missing my girlfriend, it wasn’t going to help if I was grumpy with her when she did have time for me. I brewed the coffee and took a sip. Ahhh, feeling better already.
“Hello darling.” Mary kissed me on the lips and sat on a stool at the bench.
“Hello beautiful,” I replied. “Coffee?”
“Oh, you’re an angel.”
I poured her a cup and she took a sip. “Oh, that’s good.”
We sat without speaking for a few minutes. I spent the time admiring her. Her dark hair was tousled, and her eyes still a little sleepy. I looked at the swell of her breasts under the silk pyjamas, and I felt my pussy start to get wet. I didn’t want to rush her, so I didn’t do anything, but I promised myself that before the day was out I would have my hands on those gorgeous boobs.
Mary met my eyes. Her look was full of love and concern. I felt suddenly guilty being feeling annoyed with her. She worked so hard, and never complained.
“Jenny,” she said, “I want to thank you. I know you’ve been frustrated with me being away so much, but you’ve been nothing but supportive. I thank you, and I love you.”
My eyes watered a bit, but I managed to say, “I love you too, and I’m sorry if I’ve been a bit irritable.”
“You’ve done really well. And things are going to be different now. With that job finished, I have time to take on another project.”
I must have looked doubtful, because she continued “I’m not going to tell you about it just yet, but I think you’ll like this one.”
“OK,” I said, intrigued, but willing to wait till she was ready. “So, what do you want to do today?”
“I think we need to start the day by talking about your scandalous behavior.”
My ears picked up. There was a glint in her eye and a hint in her voice that told me exactly what direction this conversation was going.
“And what scandalous behavior would that be?”
“The way you’re dressed. Those skimpy panties that show off your long legs and your shapely ass. That singlet that clings so snugly to your breasts. It’s so thin I can see your nipples through it. Your attire is really quite provocative.”
I smiled. “Do you have a problem with me being provocative?”
“Not unless you have a problem with me being provoked.”
“I don’t see any problem with that.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She reached out and cupped one hand over my breast. We looked at each other for a few seconds and she began to caress me. My nipple hardened under her skilful fingers. She brought her other hand into action and I savored the delicious stimulation.
But I wasn’t going to let her have things all her own way. I slowly undid the first button of her pyjama top. Then the next one, and the next. Once I had all the buttons undone, I took off the top and admired her full breasts.
“So, who are you to talk about provocative clothing, standing there topless, flaunting your boobs at me?”
“In my defence, I must point out that I’m only topless because you have just taken off my top.”
“Don’t make excuses. You have beautiful breasts, they’re on display right in front of me, so they have to be fondled.”
“I abandon my defence and submit to your impeccable logic.”
I put my hand beneath her breast, cradling it, feeling its weight. I slowly moved upwards till I could take hold of her nipple, gently pulling and squeezing, feeling it harden in a most satisfactory way. Wanting to increase the pleasure, I moved in front of her so I could use both hands. I remembered how I had said to myself that before the day was done I would get my hands on her breasts. Well, that was one goal ticked off early!
Mary let me caress her for a while and then she said “While we’re on the subject of being provocative, you have a very pretty face. And a lovely mouth. Soft, delicate lips, very kissable.”
“Well I can’t go around with my mouth covered all the time, can I?”
“No, so you’re just going to have to accept that I will kiss you lots.”
Mary pulled me against her and kissed me. Gently at first, just touching lips. Then the passion broke. She put her tongue in my mouth and I met it eagerly. Our arms were around each other, holding our bodies tightly together while our lips and tongues worked frantically.
We broke apart, both breathing heavily. I stared at her for a second, then dropped my mouth to her breast, li cking her nipple then sucking it hard. She gasped, so I moved to her other breast and did it again.
After a good suck I let her go, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she caught her breath.
“You are a very naughty girl, Miss Jenny Watson.”
“You provoked me,” I said, poking my tongue out at her.
“Well, two can play at that game.” She grabbed my singlet and pulled it up. I raised my arms and she pulled it right off and tossed it aside. “Who’s showing off their boobs now?” she said, looking lustfully at me.
“You are,” I said, reaching for her breasts.
“Oh no you don’t.”
She caught my arms and held them by my sides. Trapped against the bench, I had no escape (though, to be honest, I didn’t really try very hard). I just had to wait helplessly as Mary lowered her mouth to my breast.
I’ve heard that women with small breasts are more sensitive. I don’t know if that’s universally true, but it certainly is for me. My boobs are small, and extremely sensitive. And when a really hot woman wants to play with them, it’s even better. I was almost coming just from the way she sucked my nipples. When she finally released me I was panting for breath.
When I recovered, I took her in my arms for a long, lazy kiss. As we separated, Mary looked down and said “I think we need to continue our discussion about your scandalous attire. Turn around and bend over.”
“Tut tut. Those panties. So high cut. I can see most of your butt. A gorgeous, firm young ass, beautifully displayed. It’s really begging to be fondled.”
“Well, I can’t be held responsible for what my ass chooses to do. If it gets itself into trouble, it’s just going to have to accept the consequences.”
“Hmmm, interesting concept, that you’re not responsible for what your butt does, but let’s go with it,” and I felt her hands on my ass.
Mary caressed my buttocks, occasionally moving between my legs, getting close to my pussy but not quite touching it. Then she turned me round again.
“And the front is just as bad. Look at the way the thin fabric stretches over your mound. Obviously designed to draw attention to your pussy. And that flimsy elastic at the waist. No protection at all. Anyone could just slip their hand down your knickers and have a feel of your pussy.”
“Well, not anyone. But you certainly could.”
Mary was right. The waistband provided no obstacle at all as she slid her hand into my panties and let it rest on my pussy.
It felt so intimate, gazing into each other’s eyes, breasts touching, her hand in my knickers. For long seconds we just looked and shared the moment. And then she started to rub. I gasped loudly as her clever fingers circled my clit.
I wanted the stimulation to go on forever, but I also wanted to get at Mary. Pulling away, I unceremoniously yanked down her pyjama bottoms. She stepped out of them and I stood, admiring her lush bush.
“So, provocative eh? You stand there with your pussy on display and accuse me of being provocative.”
“Again, I must point out that my pussy is only on display because you’ve just pulled off my pants.”
“You should know by now that I’m not interested in excuses. There’s a gorgeous pussy on show and I’m going to caress it. End of story.”
“Oh all right then.”
I put my hand right on her pussy and began to caress. She was soaking! The moisture had leaked out of her and her lips were already wet. Probing a little, my finger slipped easily into her vagina. Responding to an urgent need, I fingered her rapidly as she panted and moaned. I withdrew to rub her clit and she shrieked out loud.
I knew she was close to coming, but then Mary said “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going to make me come unless I make you come too.” And in two seconds I had a hand down my knickers and a finger in my vagina.
Now it was my turn to squeal. With the intense stimulation I had stopped fingering Mary, but I quickly returned to it. I was getting close, and I knew she was too.
The time for teasing was over. As I tipped over the edge I increased my fingering and Mary joined me in a loud moan. We held each other tight as our bodies shook and shuddered with the force of our orgasms.
When we had recovered our breath, Mary said, “I think we should go back to bed.”
“Marvellous idea,” I replied.
We lay in bed cuddling for a while, just enjoying the closeness. Then Mary sat up and said “I promised to tell you about my new project. Are you ready to hear about it?”
“Sure,” I said, though I wasn’t really interested in work at that moment.
“Well, with my last project successfully completed, I have to start another one. So I have decided to commence project FJBO. That’s short for Fuck Jenny’s Brains Out.”
My eyes widened in surprise. Mary smiled. “I know I’ve neglected you for a while, so this is about making up for lost time. We can discuss the details, but my tentative plan is to spend all weekend fucking you. Then I’ll fuck you again Monday morning. I’ll go to work, but leave early, so I can fuck you before dinner. We’ll have a nice meal, some nice wine, and then a nice fuck before sleep. Repeat Tuesday to Friday. Then fuck you all day Saturday and Sunday. The overall goal of the project is to make sure that Jenny is so thoroughly fucked that she feels she just couldn’t have taken any more fucking.”
She looked at me with a mixture of love, lust and smugness. “How does that sound?”
I sat up and pushed her onto her back. I got on top of her, savoring the feel of our naked bodies pressed together. “I think that sounds fabulous, but to be honest, I didn’t register much after ‘all weekend fucking’. But that’s a good enough start for me.”
Mary kissed me on the lips. “I think my new team member is going to work out very well. I have a feeling she’ll go the extra mile, really lay her body on the line to ensure the project is a success.”
“I am 100% committed,” I said. And then we couldn’t talk any more because our mouths were occupied.