John's car darted effortlessly in and out of the lanes of rush hour traffic. He was speeding, but for what he considered good reason. It had been a long and harrowing day and he needed the relaxation that only came on those rare occasions when he was able to visit Jane. He'd known this dark haired beauty for decades and couldn't understand why, even after all these years, she still had a hold on him that was impossible to escape.
As he drove impatiently into her neighborhood, he once again began experiencing the physical anticipation that he always felt when he knew that he would be seeing her again. The thought of holding her in his arms and running his hands eagerly over her shapely body, awakened a lust that had been in deep hibernation since their last rendezvous. He was hungry for the thrill that he experienced whenever he felt the silkiness of her skin, the round firm fullness of her breasts, the warm heat of her throat and shoulders, the hot moist flesh of her pubic mound.
His penis began to twitch with excitement as he envisioned Jane leaning back on her sofa, her legs widespread, her eyes burning with lust as her arms reached hungrily for his naked body. He pressed the gas pedal gently, trying to keep the sensual heat that was quickly building in his body under control. He was almost there and his hands trembled ever so slightly as he activated the left turn signal and rolled smoothly up the grade at the bottom of the street where she lived. He accelerated past a huge, newly erected apartment complex and, a minute later, pulled his car over to the curbin front of the modest apartment building where she lived.
Seconds later, he was inside the apartment building foyer, insistently pressing the button for her apartment. As he waited for her to respond to the buzzer, he wondered if she was even home from work yet. She had a long commute home each night, involving transfers between the subway and the above ground system of buses and streetcars. Delays were commonplace and the system suffered frequent breakdowns. He held his breath and waited impatiently for a reply from the small speaker located above the rows of apartment buzzers.
Finally, he heard her voice, accompanied by the familiar clicking of the main entrance lock as she pressed the release to allow him to enter the building. He quickly pulled the door open and made his way to the elevator. He pressed the button to summon it for his ascent to the sixth floor and once again found himself waiting impatiently as the aged device made its way slowly down to the ground floor. It arrived with a clunk and a loud ding. Its creaking doors opened slowly like the maw of an ancient dinosaur and he quickly stepped inside and slapped the button for the sixth floor.
Slowly, the device began it's long and laborious climb up through the floors of the building. Then, after 2 or 3 stops to allow aging tenants to embark and disembark, it stopped with a loud thump at Jane's floor. The doors parted so slowly that John was tempted to grab them and physically force them apart.
They were still opening when he found himself looking into Jane's smiling, excited face. She was still in her work clothes; an attractive business suit that gave little hint of the beautifully formed body that he knew it was cloaking.
John wanted to grab her, tear off her clothes and smother her naked body in kisses right there in the hallway. But Jane had established rules of behavior to ensure that other tenants did not see her in a negative light. So they embraced pleasantly and walked casually back to her apartment, being careful not to fuel a forest fire of speculation and gossip amongst some of the more whisper prone on her floor. As they walked nonchalantly to her apartment, they exchanged pleasantries and spoke in deceptively soft voices. Then, when the door to Jane's apartment was safely closed behind them. Jane turned and quickly twisted the lock shut with a sharply audible snap.
At that moment, their gazes locked and both knew what would follow. John immediately dropped to his knees in front of her and quickly unbuttoned the hem of her skirt. With fingers that were trembling with pent up sexual excitement, he slid the zipper to the bottom and pulled the garment down over her roundly sensual hips. He could smell the heat of Jane's cunt beneath her panties and felt his penis react by surging insistently against the front of his pants. He slid his thumbs beneath the hem of her panties and pulled them down to reveal a thick mat of curly black pubic hair, so dense that he was unable to see the hot, wet labia that were hidden beneath. At a time when almost every young woman was shaving her pussy, Jane steadfastly refused to participate in the craze. She knew that John had always been excited by her dense bush of pubic hair and she didn't want to deprive him of that sensual pleasure.
Her skirt and panties now off, Jane lifted her feet and kicked them aside. At the same time, she quickly removed her top and bra and cast them carelessly onto the easy chair. She knew what was inevitably going to unfold and was anxious to begin. She spread her legs slightly and placed her hands behind John's head, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat of his breath on her thighs and gently thrust her hips forward.
John pressed his face into the soft tangle of pubic hair and felt for her cunt lips with his tongue. He found them immediately. They were wet and hot, awash with the excitement that Jane was experiencing. He pushed eagerly between them and felt the slippery button of her enlarged clitoris sliding sensually beneath the tip of his hungry tongue. His excitement was growing unabated and he slid his fingers between her wet labia, spreading them gently to allow greater penetration with his tongue.
He could feel Jane's fingers combing passionately through his hair and heard her whisper to him to come with her to the sofa. He quickly got to his feet and as Jane made her way over to the sofa, he hurriedly pulled off his pants and shirt. By now, his penis was standing, hard and erect, and contracted rhythmically as he watched Jane turn and recline on the sofa. She looked up at him seductively as she laid back and slowly opened her legs wide. Her cunt hair glistened with wet arousal, partly because of the invasion by his tongue and partly because her growing anticipation had resulted in a copious effluence of natural lubricants. The secretions were increasing as she lay there, her legs apart and her need for satisfaction growing.
John fell to his knees between her widespread legs and began to kiss her breasts. As he kissed her, he could feel her reach down and wrap her fingers gently around his throbbing penis. Slowly she massaged it, lovingly and wantonly, all the way from the excited purple tip to the semen swollen testicles suspended beneath it. This was the sex that John lived for. No one but Jane was able to evoke the level of erotic passion that was now surging through his innervated body. Her expert fingers caressed his steel hard member softly, seductively, coaxing it to jerk excitedly with each carefully measured touch.
