Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

Ken and I shed our uniforms, donned civvies, and joined the girls in the garden, grabbing a beer from the fridge en route. After a short while, Barbie rose to make a start on our evening meal, declined Jayne’s offer of help, but beckoned me to follow her into the kitchen. Straight away she dived into the promised apology for the verbal beating she had given me. I assured her it was all forgotten and went on to say I was actually very pleased that Jayne had a good friend like her, to have her back the way she did. We hugged it out for a few moments. In truth, I was still a bit pissed at her. This was the second time she had butted into our sex lives now. I was sorely tempted to tell her it was none of her business. But I knew that she and Jayne confided everything in each other, so it was pointless, and I decided not to make waves. Beside which, she was letting us fuck in their house!

When bedtime came around, there was no pretence. Jayne and I went upstairs together, to complete our bathroom routines, to leave it free for the other couple once they had locked up for the night. As we stripped off for bed, it became apparent just how sunburned Jayne actually was. Once naked, her chest, belly and upper thighs glowed bright pink, a stark contrast to the pale whiteness of her tits and groin area. For some reason, this also seemed to make her rigid nipples and thick black bush even more prominent too, causing my cock to grow hard in anticipation.

But when I reached out to caress Jayne, she flinched away. Not surprising really, I could feel the heat radiating from her skin as soon as I got close to her. It became obvious there would be no screwing that night, it would be agony for Jayne, even if we went from the back.

Waddling, like a penguin, to keep her thighs from chafing together, Jayne went to her bag, retrieved a bottle of baby lotion, and returned to lay down on her back on the bed. She handed me the bottle and instructed me to rub it onto her. “CAREFULLY!,” she exclaimed. Uncapping the bottle, I squirted a good dollop of the lotion onto her glowing belly. Jayne shrieked loudly, “FUCKING HELL, THAT’S COLD!” (She is not given to using obscenities usually, so it really must have been). “Warm it in your hands first,” she continued, at a much lower level. I could hear Barbie and Ken giggling at us from the next room. God only knows what they thought was going on.

Doing as I was told, I smothered my hands in lotion, knelt on the bed at her side, and very, very gently, started to work it into Jayne’s ‘pink bits.’ At first there was quite a bit of whincing and shuddering to my touch, but as the lotion started to soothe away the discomfort, this got less and less.

As you would expect, as I performed my duty, I could not help but feast my eyes on Jayne’s bare breasts and vulva. As I said before, the pure whiteness against the sun pinked areas made them stand out more than usual. Glancing at Jayne’s face, I saw her eyes were tight closed, as she soaked up the cooling effect of the lotion. Chancing my luck, with the next handfuls of lotion, I planted my hands directly on her firm tits, feeling the nipples in my palms. Without opening her eyes, Jayne exclaimed “THEY…are not burned!” but made no move to stop me.

Emboldened, I started to rub in a circular motion, teasing her nips, making them harden like unripe cherries. Jayne started to wriggle and coo gently to my touch, so I went further, rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers, and tugged gently, until those slippery little buds plopped from my grip, eliciting louder groans.

Safe now in the knowledge that she was up for some sort of sex play, I rapidly lost my underpants, freeing my rigid cock, and reloaded my hands with more lotion. Jayne saw this, and hurriedly covered her breasts with her own hands, in mock defiance to my ministrations. Unfortunately for her, this left my actual target fully exposed to attack. I quickly spread the contents of my palms onto her bush and outer vaginal lips, bringing about fits of laughter from her.

Not to be outdone, Jayne grabbed the lotion bottle and applied a lavish coating to my own genitals. Now we were talking. In unison, we started to masturbate each other. Jayne slowly wanking my cock, as she spread her thighs to give me access to her inner sanctum. Careful not to irritate her sore thighs, I ran my greasy fingers along the outside of her lips, before parting the hair hiding her cleft and working my way inside. The slick lubrication of the baby lotion, was soon joined by her own natural wetness, allowing me to penetrate her opening and tease her G-spot with ease, causing a sharp intake of breath. Using my other hand, I started my customary circular stimulation of her hooded clitoris, relaxing that breath with a loud, satisfying groan.

As my hands worked on Jayne, hers worked on me. The lotion she had applied, allowed her to stimulate the glans of my cock. Usually, I find this sort of direct contact on my bellend too harsh, but the added lubricant provided by the lotion made it feel just incredible. It felt like I was having one, nonstop orgasm, without actually spilling my seed.

As we both continued our individual efforts to bring the other to climax, it was touch and go who would succumb first. On this occasion it was me. Jayne always has been a master at giving a handjob, and that one was particularly spectacular. I held back and held back as long as humanly possible before warning Jayne I could hold back no longer. Grunting something unintelligible at me as she approached her own orgasm, she directed my cock towards herself and increased her stroking to warp speed. That was it. I burst, shooting multiple spurts of my semen all over her poor sunburnt belly and her crotch.

When Jayne started imploring me to “Keep going, keep going, I’m almost there,” I realised in my moment of release, I had stopped my manipulation of her trigger points. I frantically resumed plugging my fingers in and out of her soaking wet vagina. At the same time, on pure instinct, I lowered my mouth to her mound, and sucked hard on her swollen clitoris, also flicking it with my tongue, tasting both her moisture and my own spilled spunk.

In combination, all these actions did the trick. With a cry of “GURRUMPF” (whatever that means), Jayne climaxed explosively. Her whole body convulsed, and her vaginal muscles clamped down, almost painfully, on my fingers, which were still embedded deep inside of her. It seemed like hours before she relaxed enough for me to withdraw, but was obviously only a minute or two, at most. As I flopped down beside Jayne, I was a little surprised to see her massaging my cum into her skin, like a salve. I believe it is a fallacy that semen is good for the skin, but if it helped ease her soreness, good luck to her.

Much as we both wanted to continue and make love that night, we agreed it would not be sensible to cause unnecessary pain and discomfort to Jayne, just to satisfy our carnal lust. In truth, I was pretty damned satisfied already from the sensational wank she had just given me, and Jayne confessed she too had cum really hard. So, after another quick pee stop, we settled down for the night. As she drifted away, I kissed the nape of her neck and whispered in her ear, “Jayne, I love you!”

She did not say anything, but the beaming smile on her face confirmed she had heard me; and we were soon both sound asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I was alone in the bed. I hurriedly threw on some clothes, made a quick pit stop, then headed downstairs. There I found Jayne and Barbie, sat in their robes, mugs of coffee in hand, deep in conversation. Both smirked up at me. That sort of sly, smug smirk that makes you want to check your pockets to see if your wallet is still there. Then both of them broke into fits of giggling.

Why the frivolity, I did not know, especially as we were not yet entirely out of the woods, potential pregnancy wise. But I guess it was better than moping around, worrying. No doubt they were actually analysing each other’s sexual experiences from the previous night, as usual. Hopefully, the smirk meant I did okay.

Jayne stood, gave me a sloppy kiss, and headed for the kitchen to fetch me a coffee, while Barbie told me what we had decided to do that day (I did not remember being part of that decision making process, but so be it). After breakfast, assuming she could prize Ken out of bed that early on a Saturday morning, we were catching the bus to the local city centre for a shopping trip (oh, deep joy). When Jayne returned, I asked how her sunburn was. Still a bit tender, but much, much better than last night, “Thanks to the lotion,” she added. Barbie nearly spit her coffee out all over the floor.

Actually, it was not a bad day. I am not a great lover of shopping, but credit to the girls, they let Ken and I browse the record and tech stores, as much as they hit the Boots cosmetics counter and boutiques. We had a great pub lunch, after which Ken and I were ‘ordered’ to stay put and have another pint, while they went to do some ‘private shopping.’ Two pints later they returned, giggling like a pair of schoolgirls. They had found the newly opened Ann Summers store, and both sported a bag bearing that brand name and logo. What was in them? “You’ll have to wait and see.” My cock did a flip at the thought.