Working jenny txt part2
by Fetish Review BlogI wasn’t really aware of it at the time. “Sex is an artform. I think so,
anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was
capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was
because I the only guy who really tried.”
I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that
she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped
back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside
my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while
I continued to talk in a husky voice. “You see, my favorite part of making love
is to explore the woman’s body.” My hands moved up and down her arms. Her
breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still
closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, “Every inch, from head to
toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she
can’t take any more. And then…” I ran my hands up her sides and slowly,
gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps,
then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and
heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index
fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.
By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing
its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath
coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against
hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two
sensuous snakes.
Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.
We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one
of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to
work.
On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed
to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire
raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet…
The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the
otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I
didn’t have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but
wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a
woman’s dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as
well.
But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my
legs.
Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking
graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take
off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
“Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She’s got my car tonight.”
Dianne was Jenny’s roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once
mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn’t have to get up
early tomorrow she surely wouldn’t enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come
down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered,
…End of the part2. To be continued..