Fuck Janice

“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.

On our way we passed an upscale lingerie boutique, and Janice cooed when she spotted it. “Do you mind if we stop for a minute, James?” she asked me. “I’d like to pick up a pair of crotchless panites to show off my new wax job.”

“Sure, no problem,” I agreed, although privately I was about as thrilled as any man usually is by the prospect of tagging along while a woman shops for clothes.

We went inside and Janice split away from me to browse the aisles, assisted by a salesperson. Another saleswoman saw me standing idly near one of the racks, examining its contents aimlessly to kill time, and approached me. She was wearing what seemed to be this establishment’s uniform: a cupless, push-up bustier, panties, a garter belt, stockings and high heels, all in a signature purple color, with a gold name tag pinned to the top of the bustier.

“Can I help you pick something extra out for your wife while you wait, sir?” she asked. “Or girlfriend?”

“Oh, we’re just co-workers,” I said, not bothering to explain our newly-begun involvement to this stranger.

“Oh. Well, do you have a significant other you might like to pick something up for, since you’re here?” she offered hopefully.

“Sorry, but I’m single,” I replied.

“Oh,” she sighed. “Well, the boutique offers complimentary blowjobs while you wait, sir?” she suggested, defeated in her efforts to make a sale.

I smiled sympathetically. “Sure, sounds great,” I said.

The girl knelt in front of me and undid my fly, then pulled out my cock to suck it. She had impressively large breasts, and used them to full effect: lifting them and rubbing my cock with them periodically during the blowjob once I’d become hard.

After a while, Janice emerged from a dressing room and approached me. “What do you think?” she asked, and turned around slowly a few times to show off her chosen outfit. She was still wearing the top she’d come in with: a cream-colored blouse and business jacket (over her black leather corset, I now knew, but that was hidden at the moment). Beneath, however, she now wore a pair of black, crotchless panties and matching black lace stockings.

“Beautiful!” I complimented Janice, while thrusting my cock down into the salesgirl’s cleavage. Janice’s timing was particularly good, which allowed me to engage in a bit of theatrics. “You know what? Here’s what I think of it…” I told her, then pulled my cock out and gave it a couple of good, hard strokes, and unloaded a few spurts of cum onto the salesgirl’s tits.

Janice laughed, and even the salesgirl chuckled. “I think you’re gonna have to buy them, if they can make a guy do that,” she told Janice.

“I think you’re right,” Janice agreed.

The salesperson who’d been helping Janice rang up the purchase, then Janice put her skirt back on and we left the boutique and headed back to the office.