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Janis 2
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Chapter 2
She loved cowboys, horses and anything western. Perhaps this is one of the
reasons she was drawn to him. She wasn't fond of contry music but when he
suggested that they go dancing, they took her car and found themselves at one
of the larges country dancing places in Phoenix. He escorted her in the door
and found a table for them. He ordered a beer for himself and white wine for
her. "How did he know what I wanted," she wondered secretly. "You told me
once, on the phone", he replied almost reading her thoughts.
As the music started, he escorted her to the dance floor and brought her to
him in his arms. She wasn't a very good dancer, but in his arms she soon
learned that he could adapt to practically her every move. They seemed to
float across the dance floor and, because it was a slow song, she found
herself sucked right up against his body. "Belt buckle polishin' music" he
called it and she quickly understood why. There were 50 couples on the floor
but she could feel herself beginning to heat up as his crotch seemed to touch
hers as they flowed to the music. Their legs wound around each others and she
felt his lips on her neck as they eased themselves across the floor. She
began to feel the juices from her pussy flow. When the music stopped, he
stepped away and began to visit with her about some of the day's activities.
It made her, momentarily, forget about the passion that was beginning to mount
in her body. The next song was faster and as they jitterbugged across the
floor, she could see that he moved well with the beat of the music. She was a
little jealous because she did not seem to have quite the same feel for the
music he did, however, she also realized that this type of music did not bring
the heat of passion to her loins as much as the previous song. They danced
several more dances before returning to the table where he gulped down some of
his beer.
She sipped on her wine and felt his leg brush hers. There were lots of
cowboys in this bar and she began to look around as they walked by their table
and onto the dance floor. For some reason, she found that she was not nearly
as taken with any of them as she had been with this man she was with. "What
does he have", she wondered to herself. Soon, they were out on the dance
floor again moving across the floor to a slow dance. As they wound themselves
around one another, she found his hand on her breast massaging her nipple.
"My God," she thought, "All these people in here and he is playing with my
breasts." She wanted to pull away from him but the excitement wouldn't let
her. "What is the matter with me?" she wondered silently to herself. Soon,
the hand had wandered down to the back of her jeans and was squeezing her
tight little buns. "God, how does he know what turns me on so much", she
wondered to herself as the juices from her pussy began to flow more. As he
played with her tight little ass, he pushed her into him and she thought she
could feel his cock rising through both of their levis. "Oh God, Peter", she
said, "If you don't quit this I'm going to cum right here on the dance floor."
"Whatever turns your crank", he whispered into her ear. She was so wet she
felt as if she better go to the ladies room and clean up. When the song
ended, she excused herself.
He was sitting at the table with another beer when she returned. They sat and
visited for a few more songs and then danced some more. She realized just how
good friends that they were becoming as the evening wore on. It was soon 12pm
and since they had to work the next day, they decided to go back to the hotel.
As he got in the car, he leaned over and kissed her. She was taken by
surprise but found herself responding as if they did this everytime they got
in a car. She felt as if they had known one another for decades, even though
this was really the first time that she had been "with" him during their
relationship. They moved well together on the dance floor, he anticipated
many of her needs and even, it seemed, could read her thoughts, on occasion.
She found she was falling in love with this man.
"What about my husband and family?" she thought as the car made its way toward
their hotel. "What is going to happen when this week is over?" She closed
her eyes as he drove thinking about the myriad of things that he had brought
into her life here-to-fore she had not had to consider. She knew she could
not do without him, at least right now, for very long. She also knew she
loved her husband and family as well.
The car came to a halt and the engine quit almost simultaneously. She opened
her eyes and recognized the hotel where they were staying. "My place or
yours?" he said with a grin. She didn't want him to follow her to her room
this time of night. "You go on up to your room", he said, "I'll be along in a
few minutes." It was as if he had read her mind again. "This is unreal!" she
thought to herself as he lightly kissed her cheek and then turned to walk to
the other side of the hotel where he could get in another entrance with his
key. She hurried to her room and turned on the television set. She waited
for him to come.
As she did so, she wondered about this man. She barely knew anything about
him. Yeah, he was a cowboy, he was married, and he lived in Montana. He
liked to dance and was good at it. He was a great lover. That's all she knew
yet she knew she would do anything he asked. She switched the channels on the
TV several times trying to find something that could hold her interest this
time of night. Nothing she could find was interesting and she was about to
shut off the set when the door opened. "Better remember to shut the door when
you come home next time", he said as she jumped up unexpectantly. "I could be
the Phoenix rapist looking for a quick fix," he giggled.
She ran to him and their lips met. He was a great kisser, she decided. His
tongue probed every cranny of her mouth and the juices from her pussy began
flowing into her panties. She loved practically everything about this man
whom she knew so little. She heard the door slam behind him and knew that
they would be loving until the next morning. She could already feel his hands
lifting her blouse from her tight pants and she knew that she could not resist
his every desire.
He worked swiftly and soon she was naked before him. The wetness was dripping
from her cunt and he lay her softly on the bed with her legs hanging over the
edge. He placed his head between her legs and she was jolted as his tongue
found her clit. Her breaths began to shorten, her body began to rythmically
move with the movement of his tongue against her clit. She could feel the
juices flowing from her cunt and a knot was beginning to form in the bottom of
her stomach. Her breath was short now and she was beginning to moan softly.
He could tell that she was within seconds of cumming and he swiftly moved
away. "Oh God," she breathed, "Don't stop." She felt his finger enter her
love canal and she stiffened again. "You want to come, don't you?" he asked.
"You know I do, pp...please," she begged. "What if I won't let you?" he
asked as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her slippery cunt. "Oh
God," she moaned, "Pp...please don't do this."
She was moving her hips matching the movement of his hand. She felt two more
fingers enter her pussy as his lips moved to her breasts. She began to moan
softly again as her breaths came in short, raspy sounds. He stopped his hand
movements as his lips slowly surrounded her nipples. He wet her nipples, bit
them softly which caused her entire body to jump. "Oh God," she thought, "He
knows every button on my body to push." She moaned, thrusting her breast at
his mouth. She could feel a breeze blowing across her alveoli, causing a new
sensation that she had never felt before. He had wet her breast with his
mouth and was now blowing on the wet part, causing sensations to move from her
breast all the way through her abdomen. As he blew, he moved his fingers in
her pussy, the sensation of both causing her body to gyrate spasmodically to
the movement of his fingers.
She had never been this aware of her sexuality before now. She knew he could
control her every desire and it made her afraid. But right now she had to do
something about these feelings. They were driving her insane. She moved her
hand to her clit. He caught it just as she made the first stroke across the
sensitized organ. "Ah ahh ahhh, we can have none of that." he said as he
moved her hand away. "Oh God, please," she stammered, "Let me cum."
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