Always Faithful

by jake60

Copyright© 2010 by jake60

Drama Sex Story: Sorry, I can't give away too much in the synopsis. If you like stories with the tags below, I suspect you'll like this one.

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Cheating   Safe Sex   Military   .

30-year-old Janice Knox looked good in her pale blue skirt with the matching jacket. It looked professional, but still allowed her trim figure to show itself. The fact that it went well with her blonde hair, and that the color of the outfit matched the blue of her eyes didn't hurt at all either. She had been standing in line waiting for her table at Chez Arthur for almost 10 minutes, and was beginning to worry that she wouldn't have much time for lunch if the line didn't move a little faster.

She was lost in thought, alternating between concerns about the delay getting a table for lunch, and how she would apply the teaching techniques she had seen described and demonstrated in the morning seminar she had just attended.

In the beginning she was not sure that the week spent at the Minnesota Elementary School Teachers Convention would be time well spent, but already, halfway through the second day, she could see the value in the exercise. She was glad that her husband, Arthur, had insisted she take the opportunity when it was presented.

Arthur had repeatedly assured her that she would not regret it. Already last night, snug in her bed at the Minneapolis hotel that was hosting most of the seminars, she had told him when she called home to Duluth how right he had been.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

Somewhere the short phrase had registered with her, but aware that she didn't know anyone in this city, she assumed the words weren't intended for her. There were three other teachers from her school district who were also attending the convention, but they hadn't accompanied her for lunch.

"Excuse me, ma'am." This time the words were accompanied by a gentle touch on her elbow, and she turned quickly to see who was trying to get her attention. A rather good looking dark-haired man of about her age, dressed in a conservative dark suit, was smiling at her.

Initially she was a bit flustered by his tap on her elbow, and her momentary discomfort resulted in a slight bit of color appearing in her cheeks. "Yes, what is it?" Realizing that she was in front of several dozen other people, her discomfort eased very quickly, and he could see her visibly relax a bit.

"I couldn't help but notice that you're alone in the line, just as I am. Perhaps we could both get faster service if we took a table for two."

Her initial reaction was negative, and she said, "I don't ... think we should. We don't know each other." As she said it she realized how foolish that sounded.

The man laughed and said, "It's just for a meal. This place is very popular and very busy, and I just think we might get a table a bit more quickly if they know they can put the two of us into one slot, so to speak." He held up his left hand and pointed to the wedding ring on his finger and continued, "I'm married, and I have nothing but the most innocent of intentions, but if it makes you uncomfortable please excuse my suggestion."

His words made her realize just how insecure and excessively cautious her words must have sounded to anyone else in the line who might have listened to her initial reaction. She gave a quick laugh and said, "Sure, why not. Perhaps you're right, and we'll get seated and served a little more quickly." She stepped to the side to make room for him, and motioned him discreetly to join her.

He was at her side almost immediately, and while extending his hand said, "My name is Brent Buckley, and I appreciate your acceptance of my suggestion."

They briefly shook hands and she completed her half of the introductions. "I'm Janice Knox. I'm sorry if I seemed to not be with it when you first meet your suggestion. I guess you caught me by surprise."

Their agreement to share a table was passed on to the maître d', and it seemed to work as they were seated at a table for two very soon thereafter.

A waiter was at their table almost immediately with menus, so it wasn't until after they had each ordered, with Janice quick to mention that separate checks would be required, that they had an opportunity to talk.

Brent was the first to get started, by saying, "I really appreciate your decision to share a table with me. I have a sales meeting to get to for 1:30, and I could see my opportunity to have lunch disappearing while I stood in that line."

Janice replied with, "I know what you mean. I'm here for a teacher's convention and my next seminar is at 1:30. The other teachers I was with decided to do some shopping and then grab a hotdog from a street vendor. I just couldn't see missing the chance to eat here. I've heard it's one of the best restaurants in town."

They continued with small talk for the next couple of minutes until Brent said, "I wouldn't mind a glass of wine with my lunch. Can I interest you in one?"

Janice became a bit flustered again and said, "Oh no, I couldn't. Wine goes to my head, and I need all my faculties for this afternoon's seminars. Thank you for the offer, though."

"I'll tell you what, Janice. How about I give you a rain check for some day in the future, in case we should happen to run into each other for lunch again." He laughed slightly, showing that he realized the improbability of that occurring.

Janice chuckled as well, and said, "I might take you up on it, but not when I've got to have all of my faculties about me."

They continued a leisurely conversation as they ate the delicious light lunches they had ordered. One of the first bits of information they exchanged was information on their families: Brent had a wife and a year-old son, while Janice said that there was only her and her husband for the time being, although they planned on having a family.

"Have you been married long, Janice?"

"About a year and a half." Janice hesitated before continuing, "This is my second marriage. My first husband was in the Marines and was killed in action in Afghanistan."

Just after suitable condolences were given the waiter appeared and asked if they were interested in dessert. When the answers were in the negative, he quickly brought their bills, with the implicit expectation that they would leave the table in short order to allow two more diners to be seated.

"I'm glad to have met you, Brent. We've had a very pleasant conversation after our slightly unorthodox meeting. However, I have to get moving if I hope to be at the next seminar on time." Janice reached over and shook Brent's hand before standing.

"The pleasure has all been mine, Janice. I wish I had had a teacher in elementary school that was as attractive as you are. I might have done better work." He gave a slight laugh after saying this, and it was returned by Janice who gave him a little wave before turning to leave. Brent watched her closely as she left the restaurant, his dark eyes almost unblinking in the effort. Once she was on the sidewalk he took out his cell phone and made a brief call while watching her through the window as she walked away. After hanging up he quickly left the restaurant.

It was just after 8 p.m. the following evening, and Janice Knox was sitting at a table in the hotel bar with the three other teachers from Duluth. Two of them were single, both with a couple of years of experience. The third was about 10 years older than Janice, and like her she was married. They had decided to spend the evening in the bar to unwind after their third day of attending the seminars they each thought would be the most helpful to them. One of their intentions was to compare notes on the various topics they had covered and how they rated them for their value.

The two single women, Dana and Arlene, were keeping a close eye on the younger men in the crowd, and made no secret of the fact that they were open to the thoughts of a quick hookup if the right man came along. Janice's married coworker, Gloria, made no such statements, but seemed to have a wandering eye as she spent almost as much time as the single women in checking out the men in the bar. Janice had just entered into an intense discussion of the seminar she and Gloria had both selected to attend that afternoon when a man seemed to suddenly materialize at their table.

"Well, hello Janice. I guess the chance of us running into each other again wasn't as remote as we thought." Brent Buckley was standing there smiling at her, and once the surprised look on her face eased she replied, "Brent! How nice to see you again." She turned to her three friends, who by this time were all looking at them and said, "This is the gentleman I told you about. We shared a table at Chez Arthur for lunch yesterday."

She turned back to Brent and said, "How do you happen to be here in this particular bar? I really didn't think we'd ever see each other again."

"I'm staying in this hotel, and thought I'd come down for a quiet drink or two. I've had a successful day with my sales calls, and I thought a change of pace was in order."

Janice chuckled and said, "What a coincidence. We are all staying here too. This is the main venue for the convention we're all attending."

The other three women seemed to lose a bit of the interest they had shown in Brent as he and Janice continued their conversation. After a couple of mutual comments on how coincidental their meeting again had been, Brent said, "I guess my offer of a rain check for a glass of wine could be cashed in now, if you wish. I won't hold you to wine if you would like something else, instead"

Janice hesitated only a few seconds before replying, "Sure, why not. I ordered an Irish coffee when I came in here, and it's pretty well empty now. A glass of white wine would be nice, I guess."

"Would it be alright if I join you ladies at your table? I don't want to impose, if you'd rather I didn't do that, Janice." Brent stood expectantly beside Janice as she quickly glanced at her three friends.

Not having seen any discouraging signals, she quickly replied, "I think that would be fine, Brent." She laughed nervously before continuing, "Just don't get the wrong idea."

"Well, thank you for your invitation. I promise to be on my best behavior." He looked around the table at the other three ladies and asked, "Would any of you care for a drink as well? I've had a good day with my sales calls, and would be happy to include the three of you in my offer."

Only Gloria took him up on his offer, ordering a glass of wine as well, but preferring a sparkling variety. After calling over a waitress and giving her the order, he moved an empty chair from an adjoining table and sat down beside Janice.

Their order was quickly brought to the table, and Brent charged it to his room. He and Janice soon entered into a conversation about the seminars she had been attending. Gloria would sometimes join into their conversation, but the two single women were primarily occupied by flirting with the wide variety of apparently single men who occasionally succeeded in getting one or both of them onto the dance floor. A band was setting up, but a steady stream of bills fed into a sophisticated jukebox system was sufficient to satisfy the audience in the meantime.

At precisely 9 p.m. the band commenced playing, and it was soon obvious that their repertoire consisted primarily of ballads. The two younger women bounced back and forth between the dance floor and the table with several different partners each before they both seemed to settle on a suitable companion for the evening. By 9:45 their two chosen dance partners joined the rest of the party at the table, pulling empty chairs over and fitting them in where possible.

Gloria wasn't quite so obvious, but she did accept several requests to visit the dance floor, and it wasn't too long before it was obvious to those who paid attention that she had chosen to favor one particular young man over the others. Brent couldn't help but notice this, and the term cougar came to his mind, although for a second he wondered to himself if the term actually included married women as well as the single and divorced.

It seemed as if the volume in the room was slowly increasing, and Brent leaned over to Janice had asked, "Would it be alright if I asked you to dance? It seems that we're on the only ones at the table who haven't been up there yet."

It was obvious that Janice had noticed her friends making their way to and from the dance floor and she quickly replied, "I guess that would be okay. Everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves, so I guess it's okay if we do as well."

They were soon on the dance floor, but maintaining several chaste inches between each other. They stayed there for two songs before returning to their seats. They had tried conversation, but it was too difficult particularly with the distance they were maintaining between each other.

"Thank you very much, Brent. I very much enjoyed that. My husband isn't much into dancing; he's more of an outdoorsman. You know, fishing and boating and that sort of thing."

"You couldn't have enjoyed it more than I did. Now that we have a child it's much harder for my wife and me to get out dancing. My job doesn't help matters either. I'm usually out of town every second week, and we tend to spend my time at home together as a family."

"I can't wait until Arthur and I are able to start our family. Right now he's just got his dream job, head of the science department at the largest local high school. Once he gets that running the way he wants he hopes to have more time for the responsibilities of starting a family. I really can hardly wait!" Janice was obviously quite pleased by what she had said, as she was smiling broadly.

The band announced that they were going to do a selection of Frank Sinatra songs, and as soon as they did Janice said, "I just love Frank Sinatra's music I know it's from way before my time, but my parents always played it as I grew up, and I guess it stuck on me."

"It's funny you should say that, Janice. He's always been one of my favorites as well; how about we dance to a few of them."

They got up and moved back to the dance floor. Gloria was there with her dance partner, and they appeared to be pasted together. Brent noticed them, and tried to mention it to Janice. She couldn't seem to hear him, and shrugged her shoulders while giving him a curious look. He took the opportunity to lean in closer to her and whispered into her ear, "I think your friend Gloria has found a new close friend. I'll turn around and you can see them over towards the corner."

His move to better talk to Janice, combined with his turn to let her see what her friend was up to, resulted in the two of them coming together quite closely. They continued to dance closely together while Janice watched her friend's antics on the dance floor.

After about half a minute she moved her head closer to be better able to speak to Brent and said, "I've met her husband. I don't think he would be too happy with what she's doing over there. If I didn't know better I'd think they were having sex on the dance floor." Her tone of voice had been a bit harsh, conveying her obvious unhappiness with what she was seeing.

"I very much doubt that she would behave that way in your home town. She seems to be a bit of a cougar, if you know what I mean. I'm willing to bet that by the time you leave here she'll be asking you to refrain from mentioning whatever might have happened on this trip to anyone back home. I suspect that your two single friends will soon be leaving with their new friends for some place that caters more to their age group, which will mean they'll be less likely to notice what's going on."

They continued to dance to the Sinatra songs, but the space that had been originally kept between them soon evaporated. They weren't dancing as close together as Gloria and her partner, but Brent soon noticed that Janice no longer moved back slightly when her breasts contacted him, or his erection slid against her thigh as they moved. The first couple of times that had happened she had quickly broken their contact. It now seemed she was more comfortable with him.

When the last of Frank's ballads was over they returned to their seats. The band started a couple of faster numbers, and the two single teachers passed them with their partners, on their way to the dance floor. Gloria also returned to the table, and the three of them made small talk about the quality of the band. Her dance partner didn't join them at their table, but Brent noticed him standing at the bar, his attention obviously focused on Gloria.

After a set of three songs, the tempo once again slowed down, and Brent quickly took Janice back to the dance floor. Gloria and her partner soon joined them. Before they had completed the first song, Brent moved his lips closer to Janice's ear and said, "It's difficult to really hold a conversation with you here, between the crowd noise and the way the band seems to be getting louder. I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but how would you like to come up to my room so we could talk more easily. I really find your company very enjoyable, but this is a terrible place to get to know each other."

Janice immediately leaned back and gave him a shocked look. "I don't think so! I don't know you that well, and could you imagine what do the others would say if I left with you? My reputation and probably my marriage would be in shreds, even if all we wanted to do was talk."

Brent didn't reply immediately, but eventually said, "I realize we've only just met, but I think you should realize I'm not the type of guy to take a girl to my room under false pretenses, and then transform myself into some sort of predator."

They continued dancing for another minute before he continued, "As far as keeping the others from knowing about it, I've got an idea that should work. If you'd like, I can explain it to you."

Janice gave a short laugh before saying, "I really can't imagine what you could suggest that could let us pull that off. Me leaving with you to go to your room isn't something they'd be likely to miss. Even though it was only to make it easier to talk, you know what they would think."

Brent replied, "As long as you are satisfied that you could trust me, there is something we could do to keep it our little secret. I'll take you back to your table, and say that I'm going to have to call an end to our evening, as I need to get a good night's sleep for a meeting tomorrow. I'll say my goodbyes, and leave. You can hang around with your friends for 10 or 15 minutes before you decide to leave as well, and then you can come by my room. I'll leave the door open for you."

Janice was quiet for a short while before saying, "You really think that would work, do you? What if one of the others decided to leave as well?"

Brent laughed before saying, "I really don't think that's very likely. Your two young friends are going to be sticking around for a good time, whether it's here or at another bar, and I bet you wouldn't be gone two minutes before Gloria and her young guy are seated together. I bet the only thing that couple hasn't decided is whose room to spend the night in."

"You don't really think she's going to spend the night with him, do you?" There was disbelief in Janice's voice as she said that.

Brent glanced around the dance floor until he spotted Gloria and her partner back in the quiet corner they had shared earlier. After watching them for a couple of seconds the said, "Take a look at them now. Pay close attention to where their hands are."

Brent turned slightly so that Janice could look over his shoulder at the couple in question. As she glanced at them he said, "His left hand is on her breast, and it looks like her right hand is between them, somewhere below his belt." A few seconds later he added, "Don't you think that answers your question?"

"I see what you mean, Brent. I'm surprised. She's always seemed so much of a homebody." She giggled before continuing, "I'm sure she'll be saying something to me about 'what happens in Minneapolis, stays in Minneapolis' before we get home to Duluth."

Brent didn't say any more, but he noticed that Janice seemed to dance a little more closely to him. He wondered if Gloria's antics had had the effect of making Janice think along the same lines. After a few more moments of thought he asked, "Well, would you like me to put my little scene in motion? The band is going to take a break now, and it's a natural time for me to say that I'm leaving. I'm in room 512 if you'd like to come up and continue our conversation for a while."

Janice sounded nervous as she replied, "I guess that would be okay. I definitely don't want any of the others to realize I'm doing that, so if one of them doesn't react as you expect, I'll call you in your room to cancel." She gave a nervous laugh before continuing, "I may be calling you anyway, if I chicken out."

As he walked back to the table Brent smiled at her and quietly said, "I think you'll find out I'm right about their reaction."

The whole party was back at the table since the band had left for their break. Brent quickly told everyone at the table that he was leaving, and thanked them for their hospitality. He took out one of his business cards and handed it to Janice, telling her to look him up in Pittsburgh if she was ever there. In less than two minutes he was gone.

About 20 minutes later Brett heard a light tapping on his door. He had left it propped open a few inches with a rolled up towel, and a couple of seconds after the tapping the door opened and Janice stepped into his room. She appeared nervous, and stood there by the door for a few moments before saying, "I can't believe I'm actually here." She looked down at the towel that was still holding the door open a few inches and continued, "I ... I guess I should move this so the door can close and keep anyone I know from walking by and hearing my voice."

She reopened the door a few more inches and then used her toe to drag the towel out of the way. When she pushed the door closed, a loud click signaled that the latch had engaged. She seemed to get startled by the sound, and quickly looked back at the door before turning and slowly walking over to join Brent.

Brent had stood up from one of the two comfortable looking armchairs that were part of the furniture in the lounge area of his suite. He'd removed his jacket and tie, and had a pleasant smile on his face as he welcomed Janice to his room. A king sized bed dominated half of the room.

An iPod attached to a small set of speakers playing music similar to what the two of them had enjoyed in the bar earlier was sitting on a chest of drawers by the bed. The mini music center dispensed a good quality of sound considering its small size.

The room showed the normal evidence of a salesman on the road. A briefcase and a leather case marked 'Product Information' stood near the closet, which had a couple of suits and a garment bag hanging from the rod. A closed laptop computer was resting on the table beside the two armchairs.

"So, Janice, can I offer you a drink? I have a small bottle of premixed Piña Colada that goes down very nicely when it's added to a glass full of ice."

Janice had slowly made her way into the room, past the bed which she glanced at, and finally took the offered seat across the table from where Brent had been sitting. "I love Piña Colada, just don't make it too big of a drink, okay?"

While he poured two drinks over ice, Brent asked, "I take it that no one expressed any suspicion about you leaving after me."

Janice laughed before saying, "You had my friends pegged perfectly. About a minute after you left Dana and Arlene announced that they were going to accompany their two guys to a bar down the street. It has a very popular local band, and they said the music would be more to their tastes.

Gloria made a comment that it was too bad you had left so early. She said that the fellow she had been dancing with had a friend, if I was interested. I don't know if it was the look on her face, or the way she said it, but it was easy to see she was implying something more than just a few dances could be involved."

After taking the offered drink from Brent, and having a small sip to sample it, she continued, "This taste great! I'll have to take it very slowly with this, as I've already had a couple of drinks, and two is usually my absolute limit."

"You just sip at it slowly, Janice, and I don't think it's going to bother you. I'm certainly not trying to get you drunk." Brant proposed a small toast to their absent spouses, a toast that was agreeably seconded by Janice.

Janice seemed to get excited as she said, "Mmmm, I almost forgot to tell you. You are right about Gloria. When I left the table I went out in the lobby for no more than two minutes, and then I went back into the bar. Her young friend was already there at the table with her, and the two of them were whispering back and forth to each other like long-lost lovers."

Janice laughed and continued, "I really can't believe that she would act like that. Back at home she is the picture of propriety, and seems to dote on her husband. God, if he could see her now. I just wonder how much she's going to want me to cover up for her."

The two of them had a couple of good laughs at the expense of Gloria and her young escort. The two of them were in agreement that she was exhibiting all the signs of a cougar on the prowl for a young guy. For the next few minutes their conversation drifted slowly towards the topic of the music they had heard that evening in the bar, and that they continued to listen to from Brent's small stereo system.

He explained how he had created the play list on the iPod from his CD collection at home augmented by selected purchases from iTunes. Janice in turn asked a number of questions on how she could create a similar system for herself.

At this point in their conversation the sound system began playing Sinatra standards and Brent quickly asked, "How about we dance to a few of these songs? I really enjoyed dancing with you in the bar, and I don't see any reason we couldn't continue here."

Within seconds Janice had agreed, and the two of them slipped off their shoes as they would have made it difficult to dance on the carpeted floor. As they came together, their former style was repeated, and they held each other closely: not in the style of Gloria and her young partner, but comfortably close so that both were well aware of the other's body and its features.

The second Sinatra tune was especially slow, and the two of them were barely moving as they danced in the small area between the bed and their armchairs. It wasn't long before Brent released Janice's left hand and moved his own to her left shoulder. His right hand was already just above the swell of her buttocks, and his move now allowed him to use his two arms to pull Janice even more closely to him. At first Janice stiffened in reaction to his move, but by the end of the song she had performed a similar maneuver by putting both of her arms around his neck and was cooperating with him by pulling him closer.

Brent's head was over Janice's right shoulder, and it was easy for him to turn it slightly so that he could begin to lightly kiss and nibble at her neck. Almost immediately Janice tried to pull him even closer and let out a quiet moan. A few seconds later she said, "I shouldn't let you do that. I enjoy it too much." She giggled and said, "You're starting to get around my defenses."

Brent moved up a bit to her ear, and continued with the nibbling and the kisses before quietly saying, "I hope you weren't saying 'Stop'. I think I enjoy this as much as you do." He continued with his actions and while he did so he moved his right hand down to the swell of her left buttock and caressed it several times before he used it to pull her hips even closer to him and hard into his erection. When she didn't react he brought his left hand around to gently squeeze her breast. At this point she did react, although it took a couple of seconds before she moved her hand down to take his hand back onto her shoulder.

Other than that, she did nothing to discourage him and they continued to slowly dance to the music. About three minutes later he once again moved his hand to her breast where he easily located her hard nipple. When he gave it a squeeze her only reactions were to try to pull him even closer, and to moan gently into his ear. He continued his gentle squeezing for almost a minute before removing his hand. This time he moved it up to his own shoulder where he grasped her right hand, and gently moved it down and between them. He moved back slightly so that he could place her hand on his rampant erection. After squeezing her fingers against himself, he released her hand. When she left it in place and gently continued squeezing him, he moved his hand back up to her breast.

They continued their mutual fondling throughout the next song until Janice said, "We shouldn't be doing this. We should quit now."

"If you would like me to let you go, just say the words. I think we're both enjoying ourselves, at least I know I am." He was waiting for Janice to push away from him, but that didn't happen. Instead he could feel her working his zipper down, and within seconds her hand had found its way inside his underwear and she was stroking him without the interference of his clothing.

With that unspoken decision having been made, he moved his hand up to her blouse and began undoing the buttons on the front of it. With them all unfastened, the front closure on her bra was his next target. In seconds both of his hands were cupping a breast. For the next couple of minutes they continued to fondle each other while they danced.

When the tune finally ended Brent said, "I'd like us to get these clothes out of the way. It's not too late to stop, though, so I will understand if you would rather leave now. If you stay I'm going to want to make love to you on that bed." He had moved back so that he could look into her eyes as he said this. She had continued to stroke him as he spoke, even though he had removed his hands from her breasts.

For several long moments they looked into each other's eyes until Janice slowly removed her hand from Brent's underwear. He was expecting her to take him up on his offer to stop what they were doing, but after a few seconds she moved both of her hands to his belt and began to open it. In seconds his belt was undone, and almost immediately the button at the top of his suit pants was released from its buttonhole. With the last obstacle removed, Janice commenced pushing down his suit pants and underwear.

About the time that his pants hit the floor, Brent began removing Janice's blouse and bra. He quickly tossed them on one of the two chairs and turned his attention to the button and zipper of her skirt. While he was doing that she was removing his shirt, and neither of them stopped disrobing the other until they were both naked. The process did not take very long at all.

"You have a beautiful body, Janice, and I'm so happy that you have decided to share it with me." He pulled her close and the two of them began to trace over each other's bodies with their hands. They were sharing a lengthy kiss during the time they conducted their enjoyable exploration.

Janice finally broke their kiss and said, "You don't seem to have an ounce of fat on your body, Brent." She ran her hand over the front of his chest and added, "Now I can appreciate what six pack abs are all about. It's too bad I'll never be able to describe your wonderful physique to anyone."

She reached down and took hold of his cock before kneeling down in front of him and telling him, "You have to be at least an inch longer than either of my husbands. I was a little unsure about this, but now I'm looking forward to enjoying you." She leaned forward and took the end of his manhood into her mouth. She seemed to be savoring it, and after perhaps 15 seconds she released him and stood up again.

They began to kiss again and resumed their explorations of each other's bodies. Janice seemed to concentrate on the firm muscles of his chest and abs with one hand, while the other explored his erect penis and balls. Brent was conducting another inspection of her breasts with one hand while the other explored her neatly trimmed pussy. He had used the abundant moisture he found there to lubricate his middle finger and was now using it to make gentle circles around her clit. She seemed to approve.

This time Brent broke their kiss and said, "I want to make love with you, now. Do you have a favorite position that you would like to try?" As he was saying this he reached into the top drawer of the chest of drawers beside the bed and removed a condom.

Janice took the condom from his hand, and quickly tore open the packaging. "I want to put that on you. It's not often that I am given a choice, but if you're serious, I would like to be on top, especially with you being longer than I'm used to." She knelt and rolled the condom onto his erection before standing and stepping back from him.

Brent quickly pulled back the covers on the bed and lay down in the middle of it, his erection standing straight up from his groin. Once he was in position Janice quickly moved over him, held his erection firmly, and then slowly slid her body down to envelop it.

Brent's staying power was exceptional, and they pleasured each other through two climaxes for Janice before Brent joined her for her third. The position Janice had chosen was one of his favorites as well, as it allowed him to have unfettered access to her breasts. She seemed to enjoy his pulling and twisting of her nipples, and several times she ordered him to 'pull on them harder' or 'squeeze them harder'.

When her third climax had finally ended, Janice lay down on top of him, his erection still inside of her. After several minutes during which nothing was said, and both of them tried to get their breathing under control, Janice rolled off of him. The condom was starting to get loose, and she carefully slid it off and then dropped it in the wastebasket beside the bed.

"God, that was wonderful. I can't believe I did this, but it was an experience I won't soon forget. I've rarely comes three times in a row like that. Only my first husband was ever able to make that happen for me." She reached over and held his softened penis in her hand before asking, "Do you think you'd be able to do that again, if I give you some help?"

Brent quickly replied, "I'm sure I can, with a little help." He chuckled and continued, "I'm sure all it will take is the right kind of help."

Janice immediately took him into her mouth, and they were both happy to see that in less than five minutes his erection had been restored to its former glory. Janice grinned at him and said, "I've done my part. If you think you can last like the last time, or maybe even longer now, we could try a few other positions. You can choose, this time." She had been stroking him with her hand as she spoke, and now she giggled as she waited for his reply.

Brent smiled and said, "I wouldn't mind trying doggie style, and I've always liked good old missionary position." He quickly grabbed another condom.

As they reposition themselves on the bed Janice asked, "What is that scar on the side of your ribs? It looks pretty jagged, like something tore it there."

Brent gave her an odd look before replying, "I had an accident a while back. Some ... jagged metal caught me there. The ... doctor who stitched me up wasn't too worried about how the scar would look." His answer seemed to satisfy Janice as she quickly got on her hands and knees and looked back at him expectantly.

They maintained the position for a lengthy time, taking Janice through two more orgasms before they switched to missionary position. She was able to enjoy three more before Brent joined her on the last one. This time it was his turn to lie upon her while they caught their breath. He maintained the connection for quite some time, until his shrunken manhood popped out of her, leaving the condom behind. He quickly removed it from her and added it to the trash can.

When he finally rolled over to lie beside her Janice quickly got onto her knees and took him in her mouth. Brent looked down at her and said, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I think that was it for me. Even your marvelous oral skills can't help me now."

Janice continued her task for a few more seconds before letting him pop from her mouth. She replied, "I know that, and besides I have to get back to my room. I don't want Gloria or one of the other girls to get back to their room before I do. They could end up phoning me to brag about their evening. I could see Gloria doing that. I just wanted to clean you up before I leave. You've given me an amazing night, one that I won't be able to even tell anyone about."

She got down from the bed and began replacing her clothing. Brent joined her and after slipping on his underwear, he said, "You keep my card. If you ever get to Pittsburgh I wouldn't mind seeing you again."

Janice seemed startled by his statement, and said, "You can forget about that. This was a one-time-only thing. I'll have some great memories, but that's all they're going to be; just memories." She reached into her purse and removed his business card. "I won't need this, so keep it for one of your customers." She smiled at him before stepping forward to put her arms around him.

As they broke the kiss Brent answered her with, "I understand. I must say I enjoyed the experience." He walked with her to the door, and before she stepped into the hallway he checked both directions for other guests. With the hallway being clear he held the door open for her. "Have a good life, Janice."

"You too, Brent." Janice began walk down the hallway purposefully, without a backwards glance.

Her room was in the same section of hallway as Brent's, and once he saw her disappear into her room, he closed his door and went immediately into the bathroom and had a shower. When that was finished, and he had been able to dry himself off, he walked back into his room naked. He went directly to the chest of drawers, opened the bottom one and withdrew a fresh pair of underwear.

After that he completely redressed himself before retrieving his cell phone from his briefcase. Before using the phone he poured himself a full glass of the Piña Colada and took a long swallow of it. When that was done, he opened his cell phone and pressed a speed dial number.

"Hi, it's me ... Yes ... I'm leaving shortly for the airport, and I'll be home by nine o'clock in the morning ... I love you, too."

A little over two months passed. It was just after 10 a.m. on a Saturday when Janice Knox walked out of the stairway door into the parking garage below her apartment building. She was dressed very casually, in a pale green tracksuit. Over the past two months there had been changes to her appearance.

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