It had been a few weeks since John had seen Jane. Work had been hectic and the demands on his time had been constant. At times it had seemed like he couldn't even remember the last time he'd had an opportunity to relax. But today, he was feeling more than a little elated. The job that had been consuming every waking minute of his life was finally finished and he was taking advantage of a long awaited opportunity to get some enjoyment out of life.
It was a bitterly cold day and as he made his way across the Lake highway, gusts of icy wind came screaming in from the lake and whipped up little whirling funnels of snow that danced back and forth across the icy surface of the highway.
There were only a few other cars on the highway as it was only about 7.30 in the morning and it was a Saturday in the midst of one of the coldest Winters that most folks could remember. His car was almost new, but when he'd turned on the ignition a half an hour earlier, the engine had turned over laboriously and coughed three or four times before finally starting. It had warmed up fairly quickly, but, even with the heat on maximum, John still felt chilled to the bone. He'd placed his new video camera in the back seat and hoped that the extreme cold wouldn't affect the battery and render it inoperable as he planned to use it today when he and Jane got together for one of the sensual rendezvous that they both enjoyed so much.
He sat at the traffic lights at the intersection of the Lake highway and Jane's street and impatiently drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. The last few minutes of any drive to Jane's apartment were nearly always unbearable. His body was always sexually revved up, the result of the salacious thoughts that raced through his head enroute. By the time he reached Jane's apartment, his penis was often erect in anticipation of the fantastic sex that awaited him and that usually necessitated staying in his car for a few minutes until the erection subsided.
After what seemed hours, the light turned green and John made the turn up Jane's street. In less than a minute he was rolling to a stop in front of her apartment building. He hopped out of his car, quickly opened the rear door and eagerly grabbed the video camera and tripod from the rear seat. Movie making gear in hand, he made his way to the front entrance of Jane's apartment building.
He opened the outside door, and without putting down his burden, pressed the buzzer for Jane's apartment using his elbow. Jane was a late sleeper and when a quick reply to her buzzer was not forthcoming, he suspected that she was still in bed, even though he'd phoned her an hour earlier to let her know that he was on his way. He waited for a minute or so and, getting no reply, put his camera and tripod down and pressed the buzzer again, this time a little more insistently. Another half minute or so passed and just as he was about to press the buzzer again, the inner door opened. It was one of the tenants exiting and John took advantage of the opportunity. He hastily grabbed the door before it slammed shut and then, holding it open with his foot, he reached over and grasped his camera and tripod.
As he walked into the foyer, his nose was assailed by the usual array of food odors, something that always seemed to be present in Jane's building. It was Saturday morning and the smell of fried sausages, bacon, eggs, home fried potatoes and burnt toast made perfect sense. Just as he was reaching for the elevator button, he heard the loud ding that always accompanied it's arrival at the ground floor. The old metal doors creaked slowly open and a short fat man with an annoyed look on his face and cursing under his breath, scrambled out carrying a broom and an ice scraper.
John chuckled to himself. "Does anybody like this weather?" he wondered.
He stepped onto the elevator, pushed the button for the sixth floor and, knowing that the old lift went up even slower than it came down, he leaned back against the wall and waited patiently for it's eventual arrival at Jane's floor.
After what seemed an eternity, the groaning old Otis, came to an abrupt, clunking stop, rattling John's teeth. The doors opened with painstaking sluggishness, but as they slowly parted, they revealed Jane's smiling face.
"Hi there!" she exclaimed happily. "Fancy meeting you here!"
John smiled broadly. Finally, after several weeks of seeing Jane only in his erotic dreams, she now stood before him. He quickly hoisted the camera and tripod to his shoulder and before the door had the opportunity to close, scrambled into the hallway.
Jane put her arms around him as he stood there and, ignoring the camera and tripod on his shoulders, kissed him hungrily on the mouth. That seemed a little odd to John as she normally was very reserved in the public areas of the building, fearing he supposed, being branded a loose woman by the older residents. After kissing her back, they began walking slowly down the hallway to her apartment. As always, they chatted casually about the weather. Jane hooked her arm into the crook of his and assumed a sisterly role in a too late attempt to keep the true nature of their relationship a secret.
She'd left the door of her apartment unlocked and now pushed it open wide to allow John in with his video equipment. Once he was in, he set the hardware on the floor and turned to Jane who had quickly shut the door behind him. Their arms were around each other instantly. Their mouths came together hungrily as their hands moved up and down each others bodies in search of the long denied sensual pleasure that they both coveted so much.
John's penis once again began to harden and he pushed it insistently against Jane's pubic mound. He'd been thinking of her non stop since calling earlier to let her know that he was on his way. Now the smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the warm feel of her body as he moved his hands over her, brought his long neglected need back to life.
Jane responded eagerly, pressing her body tightly to his and hungrily pulling his lips down to hers. She was more than a little excited, which surprised John as it normally took quite a bit longer for her to attain such a level of arousal. She was dressed in a loose top with no bra and he moved his hands over her breasts, squeezing them gently and feeling the nipples respond vigorously beneath his touch. His hand moved further down, over her hips and tummy. Her pants were made of some sort of light material with only a thin elasticized tie holding them up. He slipped his hand beneath the hem and felt the thick, dense bush of her pubic hair. He loved Jane's pubic hair. He loved running his fingers through it. The erotic feelings that her thick, luxurious bush evoked, always drove his libido through the roof
His practiced middle finger slid deftly down to the top of her labial slit and parted it. He was amazed at how wet she was. He found her growing clitoris and began to make little circles around it. She moaned quietly and pressed insistently against his hand.
Suddenly, John realized that he was not going to be able to videotape Jane in the throes of passion if he didn't stop now and explain what he wanted to do. He stammered slightly as he whispered, "I brought a video camera and tripod with me. Do you want to know why?"
Jane immediately froze and, with a quizzical look on her face and a noticeable edginess in her voice asked, "Why? What are you planning on doing John?"
