You want more with Janet

You don’t think. You just act. The next thing you know, your lips are pressed against hers, and it’s pure electricity between the two of you. Janet has the softest lips that you’ve tasted, and you feel her kiss back with unexpected ****, pushing your head back into the car seat headrest. Then, she straddles over the console, planting her booty in your lap, and you wrap your arms around her, pulling her into you.

You don’t know how long the make-out session lasts, but you do know that by the time it’s over, your hands have ended up under her scrubs, running up against her bare stomach, and you’ve gotten a taste of her tongue, and she’s panting, out of breath, and if she has a boyfriend, he’s got every reason to be fucking pissed at you.

“Wow,” she smiles, batting her eyelashes at you. “You’re a bold one. I like you.”

“You said I’d only seen you in your scrubs. Then you said that we should change that soon,” you say. “I say it’s high time that happened.”

Janet’s eyes widen.

“I haven’t got a change of clothes on me,” she says.

“Then I guess we don’t have any other choice, do we?” you say.

She gasps as you pull off her top, leaving nothing but a light peach seamless bra to conceal her perky tits. Oh, how magnificent they are. You run your hands down her bare back, drawing a shiver down her spine. You slowly work your way downwards. You’re stopped at her waist, obstructed by those pesky things called pants. You hook a finger down the waistband.

“Alex…” Janet starts to say, but she moans as you silence her with a press of your finger up against her lips.

“Be a good girl,” you say, exerting your dominant side. “You said a change of outfit. That bottom looks an awful lot like your scrubs to me.”

“I’ll be your good girl. I’ll take it off,” she says, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“There we go,” you smile, as she finishes sliding out of her scrubs.

Ah, the panties match the bra, just how you like it. Now that she’s hardly clad in anything, you pull her back onto your lap, and she looks up at you, doe eyes blinking, wondering what you have in store for her. You lean back down, kissing her again, and this time, she melts in your arms.

You kiss her harder this time, letting her know who’s in charge. Your hand brushes against the edge of her bra. You feel her stiffen slightly, resisting you, and you know this is a line for her.

“What’s he going to think,” you whisper into her ear, “if he saw you like this?”

“Oh fuck,” Janet whispers quietly.

“My hands are already running against your bare skin,” you say, caressing her shoulders, her back, the flat of her stomach, then up, against her cleavage, skimming the borders of the forbidden. “What’s the difference between this and another inch?”

“Nothing,” Janet says, biting her lip as she does so.

“Then what should you do?” you ask, staring squarely at those rock hard nipples poking out of her bra.

“Change… change my outfit a bit more for you,” she whispers.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl,” you smile as she removes her bra.

It drops to the ground, and you suck in a breath, mesmerized by those beautiful areola, the perky tips of her tits. Your hands descend, mauling her breasts, and you continue to kiss her. She kisses you back, desperately now, as if wanting to forget what sort of a predicament that you’ve put her in, and so you push her back, up against the dashboard now.

“No, please,” she murmurs, “I want…”

But her next words are lost in a cry of pleasure as you plant your mouth against her tits, sucking those nipples, biting around their edges, squeezing the other with your hand, another hand of yours running across her thighs, feeling the heat there, the wet promise that lies between them. You continue to suckle on her tits, switching liberally between her twins, and she moans louder and louder as you go, her hips pressing up against you.

Then, before you know it, there’s a bang, and the two of you whirl around, startled. But it’s only the movie. Shit. You forgot that was playing. But then, a second later, the end credits begin rolling, and the other cars begin pulling away.

“Ohmygod,” Janet says, breathing heavily, looking down at her bared tits, red and raw. “This… we… we need to get going too, or people are going to notice that it’s just my car left here, and they know that Dominic’s busy tonight so…”

“Good thing the windows are tinted, huh?” you smile.

“Yeah,” she nods, grabbing her bra, moving to put it back on.

But before she does, you grab her wrist, taking a mental snapshot of the image: Janet topless, pressed up against her dashboard in her Bentley. Damn. Lesser sights have made greater men cum.

“This is, without a doubt, the most gorgeous body that I’ve ever seen,” you say.

“Oh,” Janet blushes as you release her wrist, putting her bra back on. “I’m… I’m sorry I’ve got to cover it back up. But we really have to get going…”

“I meant the car,” you say, running a hand along the leather. “But yours isn’t bad either. I just haven’t seen the whole of yours, so… hard to pass judgment, right?”

“Yes, of course,” Janet says, her breathing seeming to pick up again despite the fact that she’s now fully dressed again.

“Guess we’ll have to change that sometime soon,” you smirk.

Janet +15