Jane And Her Box - Sex Stories

Jane And Her Box

... this. I knew that she’d want something mutually thought of between us. I could barely keep my eyes off of them this entire time. And now I get to play with them to help her. Life is great.

“Well, as you would put it: your wish is my command,” I say, more than willing to accommodate her request.

She leans up, allowing me to sit up and bring my hands to her suspenders, guiding them down her shoulders before turning my attention to her shirt, pulling it above her head, freeing her perfect boobs. Wait, she doesn’t even wear a bra?

“Underwear is seen as an unnecessary obstacle,” she explains, “I know it’s probably not what someone would expect when they take off a woman’s shirt. Sorry about that.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I assure, “Especially when it makes your dream come true even faster.”

I bring my hands to her chest, grabbing and squeezing her boobs. She closes her eyes in bliss, lightly gasping as I play with her breasts. They’re even softer than I imagined they’d be. They’re so amazing. And her faces and noises are just making this even better. Maybe I judged today sooner than I should have. Now, if she likes what I can do with my hands, let’s see how she likes what I can do with my mouth.

I lean in toward her chest, taking her right nipple in my mouth and lightly sucking on it as I continue kneading the other. She arches her back, moaning from the feeling of my lips wrapped around her areola. Fuck, her voice is so sexy when she’s being ...

... treated. Why would anyone neglect her needs when she sounds like this? Public opinion be damned. She deserves this. She needs this. And I’m proud to be the one to give it to her.

I suck harder on her nipple, taking the other in between my thumb and index finger and pinching tighter, earning more sounds of enjoyment from her in the process. I then reciprocate the actions, sucking her left nipple and pinching her right. She moans even more, bringing her hands to my legs to balance herself as she looks down at me with that gorgeous look of satisfaction.

“Wait, wait, stop, stop, stop,” she says, composing herself.

I do as instructed, taking her nipple out of my mouth and releasing the other. After a moment of collecting herself, she looks at me, saying,

“That was amazing. But there’s something else I’ve always wanted to do with these that no one would let me do. Sit right there.”

I obey her command, staying put as she climbs off of my lap and gets on her knees in front of me. Seeing where she’s going, I excitedly reach for the hem of my shorts, only to have her grab my wrists, shaking her head as she grins at me. She then places my hands on my side.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she says, waving her finger, “You’re gonna sit there while I do it. None of my other clients would do this with me because they thought that they were too small for them. Between you and me, though, sometimes these looked like twin Jupiters compared to what I was dealing with.”

I snicker at her comment ...