A few days after that first re-encounter, I called Jan on my mobile. I knew she didn’t live with her new partner, that she got in from work around 17.00 and I thought she would be alone.
“Hi,” I said, “do you have time for a chat?”
She said she did and that she didn’t go out on a Monday so she did have time. I asked if she was due to see her partner and she told me that it was actually quite a casual arrangement and she wouldn’t actually call him her partner, more a friend.
“With benefits?” I asked.
She told me that yes, basically, he was a friend with benefits.
I can’t explain it but the idea that she was casually fucking us both really aroused me.
I told her that she really excited me and that our fuck a few days earlier was amazing. She agreed that it was great for her too.
I told her that I wanted us to be completely open with each about our sexual desires and that I wanted to take her places she had never been.
I told her that basically although I knew she wasn’t a slut, a slut was what I wanted and I wanted to use her like one, to completely abuse her sexually and to push the envelope.
She told me she was up for some fun but that she would be more like a toy that I could take down and play with when I wanted.
I asked her if the idea of that excited her, the idea of being used and abused like a cheap plaything and she responded breathlessly that it did.
I asked her if her chest and neck were red like they used to be when she got excited and she told me that they were burning.
I told her that I had a small test of her desire and that she should strip naked for me right now.
She agreed without any hesitation and, whilst she did so, I plugged in some headphones and left my flat.
She told me she was naked and lying on her bed and I asked her to send me a picture to prove it.
Whilst she did this I started up my car and drove off.
Recklessly, I checked my phone when the message arrived and there was a picture of her, a naked selfie.
“Jesus, you look like to need a real fucking,” I said. “I can almost feel your skin against mine right now. The softness and of it and the wetness of you. Lie back and touch yourself for me Jan.”
She told me she was already back on the bed and that she was touching herself lightly, imagining that my fingers were hers.
I told her that she was the best fuck I ever had and that the anticipation of fucking her was incredible but that the act itself was mind-blowing.
Jan was a true sexual being. When she made love or fucked for that matter, she was all encompassing. She was always right there in the moment.
The first time I ever fucked her she came. She came in buckets. She came like a steam train. I honestly had never seen anything like it.
It was the first time I’d ever experienced a woman ejaculating and it blew me away. To experience a woman allowing herself to release so fully was a real turn on and it is still such a powerful feeling for me.
As I drove, I described in detail how she felt and how she made me feel. I described how I wanted to use her and how I wanted her to allow me to control our fucking. I wanted to instruct her what to do and when to do it.
On the phone, I could hear her breathing catch. I could hear her approaching her orgasm. Had I not been driving then I would have been close too.
I told her not to come yet, to hold it, to refrain. She gasped that she wanted to come and to come now.
I parked the car and got out.
“Okay, you can come now,” I said
I heard her explode. I heard her fingers invade her wetness as she came for me.
“Now,” I said, “open the door, you dirty whore.”
“What?” she exclaimed.
“Open the door, plaything. I want to fuck.”
A couple of seconds later the intercom buzzed and the door opened and I went up to the first floor. The door was ajar and when I pushed it open, she was stood in the lounge doorway, naked of course.
I walked up to her and placed my fingers on her pussy lips. She was, indeed, soaking and there was a tell-tale drip or two on the laminate floor.
“Sit on the sofa,” I told her and she backed away until her calves hit the edge of the leather and she sat down.
“Sit on the edge, lay back and spread your legs,” I told her.
She did so and her wetness was exposed to me. She opened for me.