Things hadn't been going well between them, for quite a while actually. Yes they loved each other, but somehow that love had changed over the years of their turbulent, long distance relationship. The relationship was extremely passionate but scarred with misunderstandings and hurt feelings.
The two of them were sharing the last day of a weekend together in Jan's new city. Having moved to the big apple recently, she had invited Walt to visit for the weekend, not unlike many other weekends from their past in Jan's previous city.
As they lay on Jan's bed together, hardly talking, just looking into each other's eyes thoughts raced though their heads. How will this relationship work? Why can't we make any progress? Is this the last time we will be together?
Walt's hand slowly caressed Jan's body. She felt his touch, reassuring and sensual, just like the first time he touched her, just like every time he touches her. His hand begins to rove her body, following every curve. He can feel her warmth on his finger tips. The fine hairs on the back of her arm stand on top of goose bumps as his tips pass over them. Walt loved Jan's body. She was the most sexual woman he had ever been with. Jan was not the super model type. Instead she was a heavier woman, rubenesque, some might describe in slang as a BBW. Jan carried herself well, with a funky flair. Ample 44 DD breasts exhibited cleavage that no one could miss. But was really got to Walt was Jan's big, stunning green eyes and heart shaped smile, which melted him every time he looked at her. A sharp wit, sometimes too sharp for Walt, and an awesome personality completed Jan's package.
Walt had a unique appearance. Salt and pepper hair, brown eyes, and a smile that could kill. Coupling quiet demeanor with a lean athletic body and dark complexion he had a look of mystery that either drew women to him or sparked no interest whatsoever. Walt had no problem attracting women though, having turned down many opportunities during his time with Jan. In fact, his friends were amazed that he would be with someone like Jan when he could have the pick of many 'perfect' women.
The warm afternoon light cast rays through the bedroom window and landed upon their bodies. As always, they lay on their sides, facing each other, faces only and inch apart when separating to whisper, otherwise kissing. Each had full lips, a quality they appreciated in each other. Walt's hand circled the small of Jan's back and then under her shirt. God, he loved touching her. He gently rolled Jan onto her stomach and straddled her from behind as he gave her a back and neck massage. Jan loved this. No one had ever touched her like Walt. The rubs always started out relaxing and soothing, easing out the stress of everyday life. And, they always ended with Jan being aroused -- this time being no different. Walt leaned forward, lying onto Jan. She loved his body weight on her. She could feel his warm breath next to her ear, and could feel herself starting to moisten.
Walt mimicked her body position, his arms on top of hers, feeling the softness of her form. Gentle kisses on her neck and cheek. He loved her taste. Jan's lips drew up in to a smile of pleasure, parting with small gasps and whimpers. She could feel Walt's growing bulge pressing between her lower cheeks. She knew that she was wet now, probably seeping through her pants. Walt's light touch between her legs confirmed the dampness. He could feel Jan pressing into his fingers as he gently teased her from outside her clothing.
Quickly, Jan shifted, lifting her body onto all fours and pushing Walt behind her. His fingers continued to stroke her drenched crotch. He knew this was the signal to pull off Jan's pants, which he did on cue, leaving her panties in place. He could see the darkness of her full bush behind the wet panties, and the overflow hair coming around the edges. Walt had always kept himself neatly, closely trimmed while Jan maintained an all natural appearance. Walt next helped Jan remove her shirt and she immediately returned to her submissive position. Walt stood and removed his shirt as Jan turned her head to look behind her and watch. She adored his ripped body, watching every muscle as it flexed with his movements.
