Chapter 2

Next day Janey made to work a couple minutes early, set up her desk and fairly leaped into her work, breezing through letters, memos, and reports. She felt invigorated, and her superiors were pleased with her productivity. Mr. Thomas, the office manager, gave her a few extra things to do around eleven o'clock, and stood by her desk for a while watching how she did the first one, but mainly admiring her body swelling out that puffy yellow sweater and compactly filling the centre of her vinyl-covered swivel chair. As usual, she wore a very short skirt, and Mr. Thomas admired the very sexy way her nyloned legs looked. Her thighs were slender yet ample, and the way they softly merged gave him a tingle. She knew he was looking, but it hardly mattered. Everybody looked at her. Sometimes she liked it, sometimes she disliked it; for now she was neutral, just a busy secretary. In this mood, she didn't think the stodgy Mr. Thomas looked at all that bad himself as his dumpy hard body went back down the corridor out of their office.

She loved watching the traffic in the office. Sometimes it was just like being in a busy park. People came and went whom you'd never seen before. The office was so huge and led into more like it. Floors and floors of them. Everybody working on gas, electric, coal, and fuel oil bills, both to the customers and from the raw suppliers. It was fantastic, all of those...

One walked through and stopped to get something, Janey knew her slightly--her name was Linda, and she worked one floor up. She was very tall and beautiful and always drew a lot of eyes when she appeared. Dressed like Janey, high heels, stockings, short skirt, she had a tremendous high curve to her ass and her tits jiggles every time she moved. As usual they were both very busy and had little chance to meet. Maybe next time. Janey was sure Linda lived an interesting life; it would be nice to talk to her for a while.

At lunch she met Maureen, her best friend whom she'd known since high school, and the two of them walked by the admiring stares and whistles of some construction workers to a favourite grassy spot for lunch. A little white dog ran right over Janey's legs, but otherwise they were pretty much alone.

"You know that guy Terry," Maureen said in between bites.

"Mm-hm."

"I finally got together with him, yesterday. Just before supper in his boat in the private lake around Rymer Island, you know?"

"Mm-hm. Did you like it?"

"Ho! Let me tell you sweetheart! Would you mind hearing some of the wilder details?"

"I've never known shame or modesty to halt your tongue before."

"Listen! We're sailing way out there and talking, and by the way he's looking at me I could just melt down inside. And its not only his eyes. He's very well-built, you know. We're wearing our bathing suits and his is sticking out before he's even touched me! He couldn't hide that stretched out arc--and it looked thick.

"I looked at it and made signs to him that I was game if he was so, he drives the boat up to a little tiny dock, ties it up and starts hugging me. He felt good to kiss, and his hands were all over me, kind of rough at first but comfortable. And I pushed against that big cock with my crotch and moved it up and down. Jeez, it was nice. We got out and hustled up some path through thick brush to a clearing.

"He wanted to put up a tent but we were too excited. It didn't look like anybody else was around anyway. I let him undress me and lay back while he kissed my neck and tits. Oooh, he sucked 'em!"

They were both laughing now so hard they couldn't eat or talk. Their faces were flushed, convulsed, tearing up...

"And that not all he sucked. Oh, wait a minute! Finally I made him roll over so I could get a good look. Just as I thought, too--big and thick. So long and hot against my hand. It's been a couple years since I found one like that!"

"Did you taste it?"

"Oh, Janey, stop it!" said Maureen, having a paroxysm. "How could I even get it past my teeth? I gobbled the tip for a while. But it was the fucking that was really good. It took him about five minutes to get it in!"

"How big was it? Could you get your hand around it?"

"Not all the way. First thing I thought of was: only a horse could have one that big! But it worked."

"You like him then, huh?"

"In guess so. I'm going to see him tonight."

"Well, Maureen, don't become a stranger. Keep me--posted."

After work Janey went home to get some things together for her night at Rodney's house. Duke frisked around when she came through the door and jumped up on her with his paws. She shooed him back down and patted his head, stroked his neck. Then she hugged him hard on her knees and kissed him. She really loved that dog. He splashed her cheek with his huge tongue, and she laughed, getting up again and collecting her stuff. She took Duke for a walk, brought him back, told him to be a good boy, and left.

Rod met her at his door with a hard hug, and they kissed noisily. Wonderful cooking smells attracted her attention.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Veal parmesan."

"Oh, great! You're really branching out now, aren't you. I ought to move in so you can do my cooking."

"Ha ha! Don't get any ideas, sister." Although he didn't show it, he actually wished that she wouldn't joke about something like setting up together. He hadn't thought about it much, though, and she had never brought it up with her, he wasn't sure about the idea himself.

They toasted each other, drank several glasses of wine, and ate heavily. They also talked a lot about their jobs. the news, joked with each others' words and played little seductive games. She found that Rodney was getting a lot of extra work for the weeks and weekends ahead. Obviously this meant they might not have so much time together, but they didn't mention that.

"You must be getting a lot of good experience," she said.

"Yeah. I been in this trade seven years now, but pretty soon it's gonna feel like ten. By the end of the year I should be ready for some good vacationing."

"You'll be tired, honey, but you'll be a millionaire."

"Ha! I doubt that, but I'll have a good roll. I might even spend some of it on you."

"Really? What a surprise. But I don't need anything. You should keep all the money for yourself."

"Now that wouldn't be very nice, would it? I couldn't deal with all that money myself. I'd need some of your female intuition to figure out ways to spend it."

"I've got it. Why don't we trade salaries for a month?"

"OK--next January when I take my vacation."

The meal was pretty heavy and tired them out, so they sat on his couch to watch TV. It was re-runs of 'The Honeymooners' and 'Gilligan's Island.' Pretty funny stuff. Then it was a long involved drama that had plenty of intrigue and ponderous moments. They started falling asleep and lay against each other for a long time. But when the program was over, they were refreshed and started coming alive.

They touched and stroked each other and started kissing. Long warm deep kisses. Their tongues caressed each other and explored the hollows of their mouths. Getting hot now, they kissed each other across the cheeks and neck, the ear, the shoulder. She moved her hand excitingly up and down the back of his neck and head, while he caressed one of her breasts. She wore no bra. The nipple stiffened up under the fabric and begged for endless repetition of the upward rubbing caress of his fingers. After a while he pressed his palm down on her tit, feeling it compress and spread under his pressure. He squeezed her gently and stroked in a circular motion, running his fingertips out to her armpit.

Breathing heavily Janey thrust her chest against him, then quickly unbuttoned her blouse so he could get at her bare tits. She grabbed for his cock, thick and hard inside hid trousers. She pulled it out straight along his thigh and stroked it compulsively, gently, endlessly. It swelled up more under her touch. She reached further down, between his legs, stroking his lower privates. He tingled. His balls rose.

He had spread her blouse back from her shoulders, which her caressed lovingly, then kissed while his hands moved down over her eager, stiff nipples breasts. These he cupped and tweaked with his thumbs while his lips glided down her chest and out the swelling curve of each tit, riding the warm, smooth surface with the tip of hid tongue. He kissed her nipples and rubbed his lips over them, sucked them, and teased them with his tongue while they were in his mouth. Janey moaned passionately. His hands rubbed her ribcage and belly. Her skin was hot, burning with desire. He moved away from her half-attentive hand and knelt on the floor next to her. He caressed her feet and legs and started to undo and pull off her skirt. She lifted her legs high so that the garment could clear her hips, then lowered them as the skirt swiftly brushed off her. Rod kissed her above the knee and ran his hands way up her thighs, over her mound, and under her hips. He touched the backs of her thighs and moved upward, feeling the goose-pimpled flesh of her legs. His fingers got under her underpants as far they could. They drifted into her centre and felt the wet, hairy, musky dampness.