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| A STRANGE KINDA WEEKEND by Janey <<< Part 1 PART 2 Next day Janey waited anxiously for Nicky to disembark from the train, her eyes darting up and down the platform trying to make him out from the throng of people stampeding towards her. The torrent of people leaving the train slowed to a trickle, but still she could see him anywhere. ‘How the hell can I lose 6ft 4" of bloody Nick Jones?’ she asked herself, confused. “Are you waiting for someone?” queried the softly whispered voice in her ear, startling her a little. “Nick!” she exclaimed as she recognised the voice and spun round swiftly to hug him. “Bloody hell, woman! Not again,” Nicky screeched. Once more she had managed to stamp on his foot. “I’m going to wear reinforced shoes or something next time I meet up with you.” “Oh Nicky, I’m so sorry,” said Janey all flustered. “Are you ok?” He said nothing, but whisked her up in his arms; not caring about the stares he was getting from those all around them, and kissed her for the first time. It was gentle, tender, deep and yet passionate and full of yearning, his tongue stroking hers, making her groan into his mouth. “NOW I feel ok,” he whimpered as he flicked his tongue over the delicate skin beneath her ear. “I wish you’d been there for me to hold last night.” Janey blushed as she grinned coyly at him: “Time for me to take you home I think.” “After you,” he winked and picked up his suitcase and large bag. “And this,” she said with a flourish, flinging the door open, “is the guest room. YOUR room.” Janey made sure the word ‘your’ stood out and kept her features absolutely deadpan, as she spoke. “MY room? Why the hell aren’t I in your room?” Nick asked appearing stunned and puzzled, scrutinising her for a hint that she was kidding around with him – he saw none, and gazed at the single bed with utter dismay. “Now what kind of a girl would I be if I let you in my bed when we have only just met?” she mused. “Perhaps tomorrow or Wednesday you can come and join me.” Nicky dumped his things on the floor and enveloped Janey in his long, warm and very muscley arms. “I think then,” he tormented her, “that as you are being so deliberately awkward and obstructive, that I shall have to take this t-shirt and these shorts of mine back. Right now in fact.” His large hands slid effortlessly under the large t-shirt, caressing the smooth slightly wet skin of her spine, then travelling round and brushing against her breasts, unhidden by a bra. “In fact, I think it’s just way too hot for clothes full stop, don’t you?” Janey stared at him briefly, as though considering the suggestion. “I guess it’s too hot for a big t-shirt like this, so I’ll go and put something more appropriate on, and you can have your t-shirt back when I’ve washed it. That seems fair don’t you think?” Gently Nicky guided the t-shirt further up her torso, deliberately squishing her breasts lightly with his fingers. “Let me help you, and I’ll take these off too,” he said, glancing down at his own t-shirt and trousers. “They’re a bit damp what with the sweat and all.” The way he whispered those words with such a sultry edge made Janey bite on her bottom lip and audibly sigh and sway into him. “Erm, feel free to have a shower,” she whimpered light-headily. “That should help cool you down.” “Perhaps,” he drawled, his fingernails scraping over the sensitive skin between her shoulder blades, “I don’t want to be cooled down. Perhaps, I quite like feeling hot, like this.” He then deftly slipped the t-shirt off her and discarded it on the floor, at the other side of the room, and drank in the vision before him. “You have me at a distinct disadvantage Nicholas Jones,” said Janey with faux indignation. “Quite right,” he mumbled, taking off his own t-shirt briskly and undoing his trousers. “Well, I’ll leave you to get undressed whilst I go and change,” she said, unable to hide the giggle from her voice as she quickly left him and made for her own room. As she took off the shorts that Nicky had kindly let her borrow yesterday, Janey knew that he was stood in the doorway, watching her with fascination. Giving him no indication that she was aware of his presence, she kicked them away and then proceeded to remove her knickers; bending over for longer than was necessary to ensure that he had a good look at her backside. She was feeling incredibly hot, and it was nothing to do with the high temperature of the weather. In her mind she was replaying the phone sex that they had enjoyed. It had taken her breath away, not least because of the powerful orgasm that had radiated over her. The fact that she had been brazen enough to even contemplate doing it had stunned her and got her all hot and bothered, then when she found herself actually initiating it, and Nicky’s apparent delight at her front, it had been such a huge turn on for her. Janey grew flushed as a familiar stirring crept over her. All over, her body tingled and her nerve endings felt like they were on fire. No longer could she deny it – She wanted him. James was gone from her mind, and Nick was the only one she was concerned about or could think about. How had it happened? She didn’t know. Perhaps it was his kindness; his warmth; his generosity; his compassion; his smile; or perhaps it was those beautiful swimming pool blue eyes; electric in their warmth, and with the power to make you want to drown in them. Whatever it was, she reflected, it was Nick who was with her and she was delighted about it. James? Who’s James? Janey flinched in surprise as Nicky ran a fingertip up and down her spine, making her shiver and moan. Then his hot breath was brushing over her ear. She hadn’t heard him move. “Phone sex is all well and good,” he whispered so lightly that she had to strain to hear it, “but it’s not as good as the real thing.” The only part of him touching her was still his lone fingertip, still teasing her with it’s delicate, barely there touches, up and down her spine. He smelt wonderful: masculine and… musky, she decided. “Nick,” she struggled to even whimper. “Yes?” Again that hot breath, driving her insane. “I haven’t done this for a very long time.” Janey gently tilted her head back until it rested upon him. Still, he only let that one fingertip touch her, aside from where she was resting her head and her body was on tenterhooks waiting for something more. He was stoking her up deliciously and it took all her inner strength not to beg him to put her out of her misery and take her right then and there. “How long’s a long time?” He tickled her ear with his tongue and she couldn’t prevent the squeal of delight that escaped. “You erm - wouldn’t - be – lieve - me,” she stammered, his ministrations driving her beyond rational thought. “Try me.” His arms now held her to his warm body and she whimpered as his erection prodded into her back and his tongue licked around her ear and jaw. “Erm… ten years or so; give or take a few months.” “In that case,” he said softly, “you have been neglected for far too long, and I think, no I KNOW, that I HAVE to change that.” “Oh.” Without knowing how, she was facing him. His beautiful blue eyes full of lust and want for her and his mouth curled into a wonderful warm and reassuring smile. “All I want,” he muttered, “is to make you happy, and to make you feel the way you made me feel last night. Enjoy it, Janey.” “I’m scared I’ll disappoint you,” she said nervously, her body wriggling under his caress. “You don’t and you can’t.” Janey started to mumble a response but it never got past her lips as his mouth took hers, and his tongue slid smoothly into her mouth. Her arms instinctively wrapped around Nicky’s shoulders to pull him into her further and his hands spread over the small of her back, making her feel warm and secure. Nicky’s tongue played in her mouth, teasing her and making her wetter and wetter. He was gentle yet assured, and her body melted further and further into his as she rode the waves he was hitting her with. With wanton hands she scratched at his skin causing him to blanch, before he became firmer with his kisses and touches. Nick’s breath was now heavy and laboured, and his erection was growing harder and keener by the minute. Tentatively, Janey slowly started edging closer and closer to the double bed, anxious that she didn’t break contact with Nick and his wonderful kisses and caresses. She touched his hard dick: he moaned, and grabbed her tighter to him. The side of the bed was up against her the back of her shins; “make love to me Nick.” “I already am, babe,” he whimpered, guiding her gently beneath him on the bed. He smirked at her with a feral grin and lowered his head to take a big, hard nipple in his mouth. “Ooh,” Janey moaned lamely, tilting her chest upward to meet him. Nicky smiled once more as he watched her close her eyes and become transported to some other place that her body and instincts were guiding to. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt anything even remotely like this, simply because, he realised, he never had. Her hands moved over his buttocks and lightly touched them as she moved her legs aside and entwined them with his own. Although reluctant to stop sucking on her swollen nipple, Nicky wanted to taste and touch every part of her, so replaced his mouth with a hand and kneaded the soft mound as he licked his way down her twitching body. Janey said nothing: she couldn’t. Completely overwhelmed by the sensations washing over her, all she could do was mutter incoherent nonsense. Nicky slowly moved his tongue over her ribs, sucking her flesh between his teeth every now and again and leaving little raised red marks behind. He didn’t want to hurt her, but his passion and desire were driving him on and rather than thinking about what his lady may like, he was purely following his instincts: he was powerless to do anything else. “Oh Nick,” was the guttural groan from Janey as she tugged on his hair and pulled his mouth onto her. “I love that.” “I’m not hurting you?” he asked, needing reassurance. “Not at all. Please, again.” This time he bit down on her slightly harder and again she pulled his head down onto her, and writhed beneath him, moaning and groaning with what he assumed was desire, from her actions. Her midriff was almost entirely covered in red blotches from his eager bites and nips, but Janey didn’t care; he was making her feel more alive than she had done in a very long time. Nicky was mesmerised by the wanton, abandoned look on her features. She seemed utterly engrossed in his touch and had a pleading glance in her eyes. He scooted down the bed, nibbling, licking and sucking on her inner thighs: outer thighs: knees: calves and ankles, and then traced the same path back up again, his hands scraping and teasing her all the while. “Oh Nick,” Janey moaned at him, clutching his shoulders with intense fervour. “Please” His mouth was now over her ribcage once more, but he dipped his head down, grinned at her moans, and commenced teasing and tormenting her. Nick let his tongue nibble and bite, and his tongue lick around everywhere but where she wanted. “Tell me what you want Janey,” he said. “How can I make you happy?” “You – are -Nick,” she uttered eventually. “Tell-me-what-you-want-me-to-do,” he moaned breathlessly, so aware of the sexuality and sensualness that Janey just didn’t seem to be aware that she possessed. “Pretend its phone sex if it’s easier,” his mouth barely left her body. “That turned me on so much.” “Taste me.” It had taken what seemed like an eternity for her to say it, but it was enough for Nicky and he couldn’t help but murmur ‘yes’ under his breath. He looked back at her, cupped her head in his hands and whispered, “tell me again.” “Taste me.” This time she said it with more determination but her voice was still shaky. “Again Janey.” “Taste me now, Nicky Jones.” She said finally with some authority. “That was just what I needed to hear.” Janey clasped hold of the bedding in anticipation of what Nicky was going to do for her. Her eyes widened as she watched him, watching her, as he slid down her body from her ribs until he reached the spot where she needed to feel him the most. Nicky slid his hands down her body and played with the smooth, soft flesh on the inside of her thighs, gently pushing her legs further apart. His tongue stroked up and down her opening, each time slightly firmer and slightly deeper than the last, until his tongue was inside, making her shriek with surprise. Janey caressed his temples lightly with her fingertips, watching him thrust his tongue inside her. She could watch him forever; those blue eyes of his shiny and bright with lust and anticipation; his face so handsome and happy. Janey felt like she was on fire. She was throbbing with desire and every touch was like an electric shock pounding her body. When he stopped using his tongue and kissed the top of her thighs, she moaned, missing the sensations he was giving her, but as his mouth then took her hard swollen bud and started sucking on it, she screamed and bucked her hips wildly. “Oh Nick,” she panted breathlessly. Nicky said nothing. He merely glanced at her and smiled at the way she was responding to him with absolute abandonment. She had now allowed herself to completely relax and enjoy him touching and exciting her. Nicky sucked deeper, but slower on her clit and Janey whimpered, opened her eyes, smiled and winked at him, making Nicky sigh heavily, and roll his eyes with lust. Janey was about to come and he knew it; her face was flushed and she was writhing and panting madly. She had never experienced anything like this. Her ex-husband had been utterly selfish in the bedroom, making it clear that it was her JOB to keep him satisfied. The first time she had an orgasm was on her own, after the divorce; nothing earth shattering, just a nice gentle warmth had radiated through her. Now she thought she was going crazy. Each time she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Nicky managed to take her higher and higher. She could definitely get used to this. “Oh-Nick-I-I-I…” The molten heat was rising through her body and she was straining not to yell, but then it hit her making her shiver and shake from head to foot, yelling out Nicky’s name, watching him as he continued to lick and suck at her. Exhausted, but happy and satisfied, Janey slumped back into the bed, smiling at Nicky as she struggled to regain a steady rhythm to her breathing. Nicky winked at her and scooted up the bed to join her for a cuddle. “Umm,” he whimpered. “It’s so good to be able to curl up with you like this. You’re all soft and warm.” Janey murmured something inaudible, then sighed, caressed Nick’s face, and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. Nicky moaned, closed his eyes and guided her beneath him, his hands stroking up and down her thighs before snaking under her and urging her nearer. Janey felt Nicky’s dick brushing against her, reached down and wrapped a hand around him, and began to stroke up and down his continuously hardening erection. The way he was growing in her hand made her whimper, and she increased the pace, pumping him harder and faster. Nicky’s kisses grew more frantic and needy as she pleasured him with her small, gentle hand, and then she guided him to her entrance and they both moaned as Nicky’s dick touched Janey’s wet pussy. “You sure?” he asked, cradling her face and running his thumbs across her lips and cheeks. Janey nodded and smiled in response, using her hands to pull him into her. Together they sighed as Nicky tenderly slid into her inner warmth and wetness. Nicky cradled her lovingly in his arms as he gently thrust in to her, and kissed her deeply and passionately. Janey hitched her legs up and positioned them over Nicky’s shoulders, moaning as he totally filled her. He felt so good inside her, large but gentle. Janey bit down on Nick’s shoulder and scraped her nails over his back, tracing invisible patterns on his skin, leaving raised red welts behind. “Oh Janey,” panted Nicky, pulling on an ear lobe, “I want you to enjoy this so much.” He deepened his thrusts, kneading her breasts and pulling on her nipples feverishly. “I am,” she said softly, enjoying it and encouraging Nicky with her gentle bites and roaming fingers. “Harder Nicky, please.” “Oh fuck,” he moaned, thrusting into her harder as she had asked. “You feel so slick and warm.” “You feel so good Nicky. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you.” They worked together, determined that their partner be fully satisfied and sated. They changed positions several times, Nicky enjoying when Janey was on top and in control. The wicked glint she had had in her eyes as she rode him had been such a turn on for him, that he had to fight hard to keep his control. Slowly and lovingly he manoeuvred her beneath him once more, and thrust deeply and firmly into her, causing Janey to gasp out loud and dig her nails into his buttocks, in surprise. “Oh Nick, I like that.” “Me too,” he winked, then lifted her bottom off the bed and pulled her to him. He moved onto his knees and entered her once more, making her scream. Tenderly he stroked her face, afraid he had been too rough, but she smiled and took his fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, teasing him with her tongue and teeth. Janey’s breathing was laboured and ragged as her orgasm approached. She clutched him to her; her hands sliding smoothly over his sweat soaked skin. Nicky bent his head down and sucked and nibbled on her red, swollen nipple increasing the pressure of his teeth when she pulled his head down onto her nipple and whispered, “harder.” Janey threw her head back and arched her back in readiness for her orgasm. “Open your eyes for me babe,” whispered Nicky, himself aware that his own orgasm wasn’t far away. “I- want-you-to-watch-me-cum.” She did as he asked, and then grabbed him tightly and groaned as her release tore through her: her body quivering, sweaty and hot. Continuing to bite and suck on her nipple, Nicky thrust a few more times, and then yelled her name as he released his semen into her. He lay down and pulled her into his arms for a hug and cuddle, neither of them speaking, but allowing their breathing to settle and just enjoying the closeness. “Damn, but I feel fantastic,” Nicky smirked as he tilted her head up so he was looking directly into her green eyes that were smiling back at him. “And it’s all thanks to you.” Janey blushed, and ran her tongue teasingly over his inviting mouth. “I didn’t do anything other than enjoy being made love to by the sexiest man on the planet.” “You, are such a horny lady, you know,” he murmured, his fingers playing with the hardening bud between her thighs. “I don’t want to stop making love with you; ever.” “Does this mean we’re not going to venture out of this room for a whole week, then?” she queried with a smile, trying to suppress a whimper from escaping her lips, from his skilful touch with his fingers. “I think it does. That a problem?” “Hell no!” she said. “Not until you have to go back.” “Well, if this week goes well I can stay a bit longer. We’re not back rehearsing for almost a month.” “Shame I have to go back to work.” “Play your cards right I could be here waiting for you everyday when you get home from work.” “That sounds good, but right now…” she said softly, “stop talking and just keep playing with me.” Nicky captured her mouth with his, his fingers moving faster over her nub. “For you… anything baby.” The end. <<< Janey's stories |