Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

Now that we’d moved into recognisable territory, I was content. I saw a roadmap with a route forward highlighted and I felt no immediate desire to satisfy my own urgings. I’d wait until the next waypoint along the journey. As Jayne came down from her orgasmic high, I manoeuvred us back into our prior spoon like embrace, adjusted the bed covers over us, killed the light and hugged her tightly in my arms. A simple, sleepy “Thank you Titus. For understanding. For everything,” told me this was the perfect decision of the moment. And despite my raging hard on and the narrow bed. We both drifted into a peaceful slumber.

I woke first that Sunday morning, gagging for a pee. Jayne was still zonked, snoring lightly. I gently extracted myself from our embrace, which had hardly altered through the night and quietly headed for the bathroom. My toilet complete, I washed up and headed for the kitchen to brew coffee, which I took to the sitting room. Breakfast TV was still some years away in the UK, so to fill the silence, I turned the radio on low, tuning into some political argument about the death throws of the James Callaghan Government, which actually survived nearly a year after that, before being forced into an election.

Low as it was, it must have disturbed Jayne. I heard the toilet flush and water run in the sink, then moments later she sheepishly entered the room, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Seeing me sat on the settee, she smiled broadly at me, plonked herself next to me on the settee, planted a big sloppy kiss on my lips and stole my mug of coffee for herself. She was still wearing just my t-shirt from the night before and her ‘unladylike’ posture clearly showed she was still knicker less beneath, her bearded clam smiling at me from between her legs, causing the first stirrings of the day in my pants.

The orgasm of the night before must have blown some cobwebs away, as Jayne was as buoyant and jovial as I seen her for a long time. With a fresh coffee collected, we sat and chatted, discussing what to do that day, and coming up with nothing but just chilling out at ‘home’. We did decide to walk further into town to find breakfast, as we were both famished.

Coffees finished, we rose to get ready to go out, I was dressed still in only my underwear. I needed a shower, so headed straight for the bathroom and set the water running, stripped and climbed in. As I started to wash down, I felt a presence behind me and a naked Jayne joined me under the water; no mean feat as it was only a curtained, over the tub attachment.

Taking the soap from me, she started to lather up my back, down over my buttocks and through to my thighs. When satisfied with her work in those areas, she pressed close against me, breasts and bush hard against my back, and reached around to soap my front. Starting at my neck, she slowly, sensuously, worked her way down, over my chest and stomach, until she inevitably encountered my, by then, rampant cock. As she grasped me firmly in her hands, I groaned loudly at the contact and, although I’ve never pretended to be anything special in the dick department, a muttered “oh Jesus, that’s nice,” from Jayne suggested she was satisfied with what she had found.

Thoroughly soaping my genitals, Jayne started a slow, languid wanking action on my cock, rolling my foreskin back and forth over my glans, just as I love it. After overcoming the initial urge to cum immediately, I settled in for, what I hoped would be, a long slow handie. Apart from extending my own pleasure, I really wanted to bring her off again too. To start to achieve that, I reached behind me, between our wet and soapy bodies, groped for and found her vulva. After tugging gently at her short and curlies, earning me a slap on the arse, I delved between her outer lips and started to rub alternately between her rapidly weeping opening and her hard clitoris.

It became increasingly hard to maintain a constant rhythm. Firstly, because she started to wriggle and squirm around as her excitement mounted, and also because she was increasing the tempo of her own stroking, distracting me from my primary goal, her orgasm first.

I love it when a plan comes together. Jayne’s breathing became much heavier and laboured, and she started muttering groans and expletives, low at first, then much, much louder. So loud, I was worried our landlady, who lived below us, would hear. With a final exclamation of “oh fuck, yes, yes!”, I felt her vaginal muscles spasm around my fingers, and her legs tremble, as her climax peaked and rippled through her, causing her to sag to her knees in the bottom of the bath, needing to grasp its sides to support herself.

I turned to face Jayne, revelling in her satisfaction, as she recovered her senses. When she lifted her head to face me, a smug grin painted onto her face, I reached my hands down to help her stand again on the slippery bath surface. Instead of taking them, she swatted them away, and re-established her grip on my cock, which she had released during her orgasm, and resumed wanking me off. Her eyes remained locked onto mine, staring intensely at me throughout; for some reason this really, really turned me on and bought me to the brink in double quick time.