Fuck Janice

I stood up and walked over to stand beside Janice’s barber chair, and gently caressed one of Janice’s breasts while Lindsey worked.

Janice smiled and sighed, then reached over to give my hanging dick a pat. She turned her head and looked up at me: “Move a little closer, so I can suck your dick,” she invited me.

I did as Janice suggested, and received yet another blowjob while Lindsey worked to clean all the hair off Janice’s vulva. So soon after putting a load of cum into Lindsey’s mouth, Janice had only just managed to finish getting me hard by the time Lindsey had completely finished her work and cleaned Janice up.

“Is it okay if we fuck?” I asked Lindsey.

“Well, usually we have places for that back in the spa area,” she said, sounding dubious, “but I guess it’s okay, since I don’t have any other clients waiting.”

Normally I’d be considerate of the establishment’s business needs, and take our activities back to the designated area, but I wanted Janice too much to stop just then. As soon as Lindsey gave her permission, I climbed onto the barber’s chair and mounted Janice. One of my hands found a breast again, and the other went behind Janice’s neck to pull her up slightly as I bent down for a kiss.

Some of the other patrons who were free to move around in their own seats turned to watch, and we even got a few encouraging cheers and claps as we gave a truly passionate performance. If I’d had any lingering doubts after she’d masturbated to a synchronized orgasm while watching Lindsey blow me, they were gone now: Janice and I were extremely hot for each other.

After so many orgasms in such a short time, I had plenty of stamina. I was able to fuck Janice for a solid fifteen minutes straight before she finally suggested we switch positions: I sat on the chair, and she straddled me cowgirl-style. Janice did some incredible things with her hips, and was able to bring herself to orgasm within minutes. IT took her some work to get me there, however: another five minutes of writhing and bouncing on my cock before I filled her up.

“Wow, that was great!” she told me.

“You’re not kidding,” I agreed. “Where’d you learn to do that move? Where you … sort of spin your hips around?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased, eyes sparkling. “Say, Lindsey?” she asked, turning around. “I have a pussy full of cum here, but I still need to walk back to the office and I don’t want my skirt to get stained. Can you help me out?” she asked, while lifting her ass up off my crotch.

“Absolutely,” Lindsey said with a smile.

I expected the girl to produce one of her handy warm towels, but instead she pushed in close and used her mouth: first sucking noisily at Janice’s pussy, then lifting my limp cock and licking off all the cum that had drooled out and back down onto it. After that, she did produce a few towels to really clean us up, however.

After that Janice and I finally dressed and left the salon. We laughed and chatted as we walked the few blocks towards the office, and Janice held my arm. We were definitely involved, now, there was no doubt.