Make a play date with Janice

Janice's finger makes a sloshing sound as it works in and out of your tight pussy. You squirm on her lap and try to fight the intoxicating feel of her palm working against your clit. you remind yourself of your fun with Mrs. Cleft today, the consequences of missing your rendezvous with the cop, and all of the fun to be had tonight at the swinger's party.

Slurp, slurp, slurp, goes Janice's finger.

"Plllease," you moan.

"Please what?" Janice kisses your neck. "Please fuck me?"

"I have to - ahhhh - I have to go," you work your ass on her lap fucking her finger deeper into your pussy.

"You don't want to sit on my face and ride my tongue?" She nibbles your ear. "You don't want Auntie Janice to finger fuck you and lick your ass?"

"Oh God, I do," you cry, "but I can't."

Through sheer **** of will you push her fat hand away from your gushing pussy. Janice frowns.

"Janice," you stroke her cheek, "you're turning me on, like, tons. But I really, really, really have to get going."

"That's a lot of 'really's," she observes unhappily.

"It is," you stand up and turn to face her, "but I will make a deal with you."

"What's that?" She asks as she examines the wet smear you have left on her fat thigh.

"I had a lot of fun, so instead of cancelling things, let's just reschedule," you search around and find your thong and mini-shorts.

"Like," she seems surprised, "a, uh, a date?"

"Yeah," you snuggle your butt into the mini-shorts, "only you're guaranteed to get laid."

Janice grins.

"I like the sound of that," she says. "So where and when?"

You shrug on your bra and reach behind your back to fasten it around your big breasts.

"Hmmmm," you think about her question. "It's gonna have to be late, like maybe 2:00 AM or something."

"I don't get off work until midnight," Janice explains. "I stay here even after we close. Where do you want to meet?"

"Oh, anywhere is fine," you reply as you button your shirt up.

"My place?" She raises an eyebrow.

Oopsy.

"Ummmm," you hesitate. "Okay, I guess."

Janice jiggles as she turns in her chair. She takes a pen from her desk and writes an address down on a Post-It.

"Here's my address and cell number," she sticks the Post-It to your toned stomach. "2:30 AM and call me if you're going to be late."

"Got it!"

You snap up the lingerie you picked out for the swinger's party and wave goodbye to Janice. She insists on a lingering, open-mouth goodbye kiss. When you're safely out in the hall beyond her office you wipe her slobber from your lips with the back of your arm.

"Yeesh," you comment.

Veronica is waiting for you at the cash register. The beautiful tomboy in the revealing dress seems **** to say anything as she rings up your items. Finally she whispers, "Thanks."

"It's okay," you say and pat her hand. "I got you into it, I figured I had to get you out of it."

"Did she-," Veronica begins, but you interrupt her question.

"Yes, she did terrible things to me," you give her a wink. "It was still sorta fun though."

"Well," Veronica reaches under the counter, "here is my number. If you want to have some real fun give me a call."

You cock an eyebrow and look at her.

"I'm starting to develop a busy schedule," you giggle, "but after my party tonight I might just give you a call."

She leans forward and kisses you on the cheek. As she pulls away she wrinkles her nose, obviously catching a whiff of some scent Janice left behind on your face.

You laugh and take your bags. You hurry to your car and screech out of the parking structure. You're going to be cutting it awfully close.

You put the pedal to the metal and pull into your garage just five minutes before 3:00. Just enough time to wash the smell off your face and brush your teeth.