Chapter 5: Jumping Jack Jiggles

Janice sat impatiently at a stoplight, waiting for it to change. "C'mon, you stupid thing. Let's go," she muttered as she wiggled her bottom back and forth, enjoying the feeling as the lips from her fiery pussy rubs slightly together... "I don't have all day." she said as she absent mindedly reached up to massage her big breasts through her blouse. She felt her nipples grow hard as they pushed and strained against the rough fabric of her bra.

The workday seemed to drag on forever. She couldn't wait to get home and check her e-mail. Every day was the same. She would promise herself that she wasn't going to let herself be distracted during work, that she would set aside her personal life until the end of the day. She would start out pretty well, busy and focused, but within an hour she would start dreaming about HIM and the things he would have her do. Soon she would feel her pussy getting wet, her bare outer lips swelling and pushing against her panties, rubbing whenever she twisted or turned at her desk. Her nipples would stiffen and push out into the open, causeing lewd obviose bumps against her blouse. It was all she could do not to spread her legs and masturbate right on the spot. She tried to imagine the scene that would cause. Skirt hiked up, legs splayed wide, and half her hand buried up her pussy while her co-workers gawked at her. She found herself thinking more and more about sex. It took great effort, to pull her mind back to her duties but within an hour she would start daydreaming and become aroused all over again. Playing out erotic little fantasies about her e-mail man and what he might have her do. By the end of the day, her overheated pussy would be aching and her nipples would be sore from rubbing against her bra.

The light finally changed and Janice shot around a slower car. Humming to herself, she absentmindedly ran her left hand up and down her thighs as she drove, occasionally rubbing her mound for a second or two. As her excitement built her foot pushed harder and harder against the accelerator. She was well over the speed limit by the time she shot by the police car. "Oh great! Just what I needed." Janice cursed as she saw the red lights flash in her rearview window. "Ok, pull it together girl. Just tell him your sorry, get the ticket and get home. Nothing to get yourself worked up about." Janice pulled over and waited.

The car door opened and a formidable looking female officer stepped out. Janice watched as she slowly approached her car, then pause as she looked into the backseat. A look of disgust crossed her face as she shook her head and walked up to the window. "I'm sorry officer, I guess I was just a little anxious to get home." Janice laughed casually, trying to play down the event.

"Yes, I bet you were," she responded with distaste. "Excuse me officer?" Janice looked at the woman in puzzlement.

The officer looked down and then eyed Janice accusingly. She followed her gaze and only then noticed that while she'd been wiggling her little ass around, her skirt had managed to work it's self up her thighs pretty high. "Oh! Oh, excuse me." She felt her face burn hotly in embarrassment as she tried to work the hem back down.

"Next time watch your speed or I'll haul you in!"

"Yes, I will officer. I promise." Janice couldn't figure out why the woman was acting so hostile towards her. All she'd done was go a little over the speed limit. Nothing to warrant the disdain with which the woman treated her. After she handed Janice the ticket she noticed her look into the back seat one last time and swore she heard the woman murmur "SLUT" under her breath... Frowning she looked into the back seat to see what the big deal was. The minute she did the questioning look on her face came crashing down. She felt a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach as the first thing her eyes landed on was the cover of a magazine showing a woman's face, smiling and covered in cum. The cover beared the title "CUM QUEENS" in bright yellow letters. When she'd turned the last corner her big bag of goodies had fallen oven and dumped things everywhere. Dildos, vibrator, buttplug and dirty magazines covered the back seat. Janice sat there for a good ten minute before pulling herself together enough to collect up the items and stuff them back in the bag.

"Just... just don't think about it. Just DON'T think about it!" But she did think about it. She kept playing it back over and over in her mind. "That lady must think I'm the world biggest whore. Here I am with a back seat full of porno, my skirt half way up to my ass and me telling her "I'm anxious to get home!" She groaned and tried to think of other things.

As she turned onto her street and caught sight of her driveway, her heart started beating faster and her spirits heightened. She had to fight to keep from driving too fast again. All thoughts of what happened left as she thought of HIM. She couldn't wait to hear from her honey.

She blushed as she thought of the picture she had sent him last night. It was the most outrageous thing she had ever done, and she had done it in front of a perfect stranger. Somehow, though, it was ok to show that side of herself to him. She'd never shown that side of herself to anyone- didn't even know it existed- until she met her on-line lover. She just knew he loved her for it. Suddenly nothing seemed so bad after all.

I'll bet he thinks of me all the time too, she thought. He's probably as lonely as I am. I'll bet he thinks I'm some kind of sexy woman. Surely he's hopelessly in love. It won't take long and he'll be proposing to me. I'll be married again soon and we'll live happily ever after. All I have to do is keep pleasing him until he proposes. I can do that. I can keep him happy. She pulled into her driveway with a smile once again on her face... and a bag of porn by her side.

Janice hurried in the door and threw her papers down on the table. "John! I'm home, honey." She had her coat off and was heading for the den with the bag when he popped out into the hall.

"Hi, Mom. Wanna see my History test? I got an 'A'," John beamed, waving a paper at her.

Janice sighed. She was anxious to check her email and see what her lover's message was for today. Her pussy was already soaking wet. Lately it started flowing as soon as she got home and started for her computer. Her panties always seemed to be wet now a days. Still, she couldn't neglect her son.

Of course, John guessed how anxious his mother was to hear from her new boyfriend. He was deliberately delaying her, for two reasons. First, it was fun to talk to her, knowing she was dying to go get her mail. He enjoyed watching her as she unknowingly wiggled her bottom from side to side, trying to ease the pressure on her boiling pussy. Second, it was great talking to her, trying to guess what perverted pose she would be sending him later tonight. Knowing that the well dressed business woman who now stood before him would soon be posing like a two dollar whore by nights end.

By the time they finished and Janice got into the den, she was dying to whip off her clothes and masturbate right on the spot. God, I'm turning into such a sexy woman, she thought to herself. I'll bet my lover can't wait to hear from me. She was grinning like a schoolgirl as she read her message:

It's obvious that you are a woman who loves sex and
believes in pleasing her man and that is excellent.

Good girl

Janice felt a wave of pleasure at the praise.

However, I feel you've been dishonest with me. In your
early letters, you told me that you were of average weight.
After looking at the last few pictures you have sent me,
that is obviously not true. Based on that small roll of
fat around your tummy, I'd put your weight at about 150.
According to my calculations, you're about 20 pounds overweight.

Janice flushed with embarrassment. He thought she was fat! All her work and all her effort and he was going to dump her because she was out of shape! Panic seized her. Of course, he was right - she WAS a little heavy. In fact, she'd told John just yesterday at dinner that she weighed 152, the most she had ever weighed. She'd been meaning to go on a diet for a while but then she'd gotten distracted by HIM. Now every thing was in jeopardy because of it. All her dreams of wedding bells and becoming a family again were crumbling before her. With tears in her eyes, she continued reading: