That Friday Feeling

Jen breathed a sigh of relief as the last of her students exited the lecture hall. The long week of teaching had left her drained, though she was still excited about the evening ahead. Tidying away the last of the books, she scooped her laptop bag onto her shoulder and quickly made for the door. She would have to pick-up some things for dinner at the market on the way home. Jen smiled to herself at the thought of cooking for him and began to feel a renewed vitality stir under her skirt. Walking briskly to her car, she decided, a campus was no place to be having such thoughts.

Simon took a right onto Mercury road, and cruised slowly as he studied the house numbers. He'd been here before, but was still a little unsure of where number 16 was - Jen's new house. All these housing estates look the same, he thought. Mental focus was the last thing he wanted to do after the long shift at the hospital. Going from ward to ward, checking on his patients was as tiring as it was rewarding. He had only pulled into the driveway and switched off the ignition when he had already started to get hard. She would have been in there for a while, pottering about the kitchen, he supposed. Grabbing the merlot from the passenger seat, he slid out of the car, and walked up to the front door, only a little embarrassed by his growing erection. Remembering her message from earlier, he opened the unlocked door.

Passing half empty cardboard boxes, he sensed her somewhere around the top of the hallway. He smelt a welcoming mix of chopped garlic, candles, and wine as he proceeded to the kitchen; She was a good cook. Everyone said so. The room was dimly lit by the candles and a reading lamp turned down low.

"Hey Jen," he said, placing the merlot on the kitchen island.

He couldn't help notice the curves of her petite figure as she stirred a pot. She said nothing as she glanced back at him, before turning back to her work. Simon noticed that she had her brunette hair brushed over one of her shoulders, like women do, flowing over the top apron strap and down along her slender neck. The back strap caressed the small of her back, his gaze continuing down to her naked butt and long lissom legs. The precum was making a dark wet circle in his slacks by now, but he didn't care.

Jen smiled to herself as she heard the thirsty steps coming up behind her. Through his slacks, she felt his manhood press firmly against her bare ass. She pressed back into him invitingly, as his hands crawled up the front of the polka dot cotton apron, caressing her supple breasts and ripe nipples. Surrendering her pose, she spun around to face her doctor. Maybe it was the candles, but small beads of sweat were resting just under the lining of his dark gelled hair. She pressed her lips onto his, and embraced the plunge of his tongue. Her hand dropped down and clutched his still sheathed shaft. She tortured him a little more listening to appealing moans.

"This great man," she whispered, "dedicating his life to saving others. This great man."

She dropped to her knees and kissed the wet patch on Simon's pants. Her fingers fumbled at his belt and zipper as she pulled away all the remaining barriers, releasing his thick, eager seven inches.

Her gaze never left his as Jen's hand enclosed his cock and pulled it toward her wanton mouth. Simon let out a groan as her moist, cherry-red lips wrapped around his manhood. Her tongue circling the precum glazed head. Simon felt her hands climb up the back of his legs as more of his shaft disappeared inside her; and then back out again, repeatedly, until Simon collapsed on a nearby chair. His legs gave out, but he hadn't quite finished yet. His eyes followed Jen as she took a swig from the merlot, and then poured some more on his member. He groaned as she lowered her head again, drinking up all of the juices. Watching her between his legs, her hands reached up to massage his chest. Her mouth felt incredible. Unable to hold off any longer, he stood up, bringing her with him and bent her over the top of the cold granite island. He spat into his hand and then rubbed the wetness of her cunt. Him being a doctor, he knew the risks more than anyone of what could happen, but there was no way he was using a condom tonight. He wanted to feel the full warmth and tenderness of her womanhood, and to fully make Jen his for just one night. His lipstick-stained cock entered her with ease, and placing his powerful hands on her hips, he thrusted hard to the chorus of her yearning approval.

Jen's arms stretched out ahead, her palms pressed flat on the cold surface. Her clammy breasts slid angrily in sync with Simon's animalistic fucking.

"Do it Simon, fucking do it!" Jen pleaded, as Simon's throaty groans grew ever louder, "empty your balls inside me!"

With that she felt his hard meat spring out of her and his hand grab her hair as he pulled her back and plunged his cock into her mouth. As he erupted, she welcomed his warm seed over her tongue and down her throat. Three or four more spurts of cum filled her mouth, as he guided her head over his cock. Her eyes fixed on his, his rolled back into his head in pure ecstasy. They both crumpled onto the chair. Jen lay back onto Simon's sweat bathed chest and pulled one of his arms around her lithe body. Her graceful fingers wandered the contours of her face as she guided the last specs of his seed into her mouth.

"It's your turn to eat me out now," she joked. "Maybe after we have some of that lovely food. I'm starved," Simon smirked, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She was a good cook, everyone said so, but Jen knew that the best thing she would taste that day would be Simon. Her brother.