They had lunch nearby and Tommy's interest grew when Kylie and Jane kissed quickly after one small exchange of conversation and laughter. Jane leaned in with her elbows on the table and never took her eyes off Kylie's lips as the pressed together. It was an intimate and strong sensual kiss, each girl seemed a little more aggressive afterwards. Jane had begun touching her upper arms, running her fingers through her hair and down her neck. She began sitting at an angle to the table so her legs mimicked any gesture she made, except they always pointed at Tommy. They were strong and tanned, she had kicked off the sandals she wore as they walked and Tommy was overwhelmed with her tempting skin.
Kylie would raise her arms to stretch and Tommy's attention would turn to enjoy the plush suspension of her breasts, which would jiggle when she laughed. All he could do was smooth his pants and adjust his erection. He built up the courage to whisk Kylie away for some tension easing play and struck during a pause in conversation.
"Darling, I need to make a phone call in the back, but can you come interrupt me in five minutes or so, this guy can talk for an hour if I don't cut him off," Tommy asked. His plan was brilliant, and his eyes told her 'interrupt' had several meanings and he wanted her dirtiest, most extensive interruption allowable by law.
"Sure, I'll watch the clock, babe," she replied, smiling and planning something.
Off Tommy went and Kylie excused herself a minute later to use the washroom.
Tommy needed someone to suck his cock, or lean against the wall and let him nail her there. He was not very surprised when Jane came around the corner and swung the door closed. Her dark eyes made his speech to his client stumble, but he recovered and she slowly closed the distance. Her hands transitioned between her legs and her stomach, untucking her shirt and undoing several buttons. Tommy's client went on and on with a golf story while Jane pressed him to the wall and pulled his pants off, tossing them aside. His boxers kept him covered, but without pants he felt very exposed and worried about who might catch them. She was very short, around five feet tall, with strong arms and legs and full breasts, she opened her shirt, letting him see her hard nipples through the red bra, and her soft skin practically smoked.
She pushed him backwards, he stammered on the phone, trying to get a word in and excuse himself, but with no success. He laid back across an ottoman and into the seat of a leather chair, smiling and feeling even more exposed. Her fingers opened the fly and were cold as she pulled his cock out. It was leaking and close to bursting as she lapped her broad tongue from base to tip, firmly pressing with her right hand, then held the head in her lips, flicking her tongue and stroking her thumb. He danced in the chair in tortured pleasure, very glad his legs were free to move. She snaked her left hand up the leg of his boxers and softly touched his balls, steadily sucking his cock and letting her hair fall around her, this was Tommy's bonus, a hair massage.
