Jason and Jen (part two)

I lost myself in my work soon enough and was getting a lot done. When lunchtime rolled around, everyone wanted to go out to lunch, but I told them I wanted to stay and finish up what I was doing. There were some teasing complaints about me being anti-social, but I told them I'd go tomorrow. It seemed like people were excited about showing Jason the good places to have lunch. As they were walking out, Jason looked at me and smiled and said cheerfully, "I hope you get a lot done. Don't start daydreaming." I just nodded, and they left. I did intend to make the most of my lunch hour, so I started to get back into the flow. After about five minutes, though, I started thinking again about how bizarre it was that Jason would mention liking my shirt like he said in the dream. All I could think about were the odds against that happening. Then I started to think back to the dream. I thought about how it felt to be paralyzed in a situation like that. Then I thought about Jason smiling at me while stroking my thigh and me being helpless to stop him. And I thought about how turned on it made me. Thinking about that brought back the feelings I had when I woke up, except this time minus the fear. I found myself squirming in my seat, gritting my teeth. I was annoyed at myself when I realized that thinking about the dream had made me horny as hell. I tried to ignore it and get back to work, but I was too distracted. I silently cursed myself for not fucking Mark that morning when I had the chance. That would have taken the edge off, I figured, but instead I was stuck in the office. I soon realized that I wasn't going to get any work done like that. I had a major itch and I needed it scratched, so I grabbed my purse and went to the ladies room to relieve myself.1

I picked a stall, locked it behind me, and quickly loosened my pants. I leaned back against the door and put my hand into my panties. I had to laugh a little when I felt how wet they were. "Damn it, Mark," I thought, "Where are you when I need you?" I closed my eyes and went at it. I pictured Mark and me at night on the beach last summer, and then my mind wandered to that time we fooled around in his old bedroom at his parents' house. This was taking longer than I had expected, and I figured it was because I was standing, so I sat down on the seat and started back at it. I started fantasizing about being strip searched and then about rough sex with an old boy friend. I was trying every trick in the book, but I was getting frustrated that I simply couldn't come. I eventually leaned back with my head against the wall while sitting and put my feet up against the door and spread my legs apart. I started imagining what it would have been like if Mark and I had done it this morning, but then I started picturing Jason with his hand stroking my thigh at the bar and felt my pleasure growing. Then I pictured him smiling while he did it. I could almost hear him say, "It's happening", and I knew I was getting close. When I imagined him touching me between my legs I nearly came, but I heard Marcia stick her head in the bathroom and say, "Jen, are you in here?"2

I managed to say, "Um, yeah, I'll be out in a minute."3

"Take your time," she said. "I just didn't know where you were." Then she closed the door.4

I clenched my jaw and balled my fist, I was so annoyed. I wanted to pound the wall of the stall in frustration. "Fuck. I was so close," I whispered angrily to myself. At that point, I knew I couldn't get back to where I was so I decided to just go back to work. I pulled up my pants and grimaced. My panties felt cold and damp from before, so I took out a panty liner from my purse and put it on. That made it much more tolerable. I checked my hair in the mirror, and it looked okay, but I also saw that I had major pokey nipples. "That's just great," I thought. I knew I just had to make it back to the cubicle without anyone noticing anything. When I stepped back into the office I just grabbed some papers and casually held them in front of me as I walked back to my seat. I asked my friend Sue where they decided to go, and she said they went the coffee shop down the street and had sandwiches. "Jason is really funny. He had us all laughing," she said.5

"I'm sorry, I missed it."6

Back in my seat, I took a deep breath and made myself get back to work. I had barely gotten started when Jason sidled up beside me and said, "I really do like that shirt. Do you want me to turn the heat up a bit?"7

I didn't even have to look up at him to know that he was staring at my chest. Even though his remark made me mad, it was an effective tease that seemed to make my little situation worse. "No thanks, Jason. I'm fine. I just need to get back to work."8

"That's cool. Skipping lunch can be hard on you. Did you finish everything you wanted to get done?"9

"Almost," I said, grinding my teeth a little. 10

"Anyways, I'll leave you alone. We missed you at lunch. You should come next time." 11

I just nodded. It was almost maddening how so many of the things he said sounded perfectly innocent and yet suggestive at the same time12

The rest of the day dragged on mercilessly. All I wanted to do was to get home to Mark. I had to block out any thoughts of what I planned to do with him, since in my current state it became very distracting, so I concentrated the best I could on my job. I usually leave around 5pm, but I asked Marcia if I could take off half an hour early. She said it was fine, probably because I worked through lunch. When 4:30 came, I said quick goodbyes to everyone. Jason said, "See you later, Jen." 13

I wanted to say, "Not a chance," but I just said goodbye. 14

I got home before Mark. I probably should have grabbed us some dinner, but I just wanted to get home. I took a quick shower to wash the day off me, and I even shaved my pussy for a change of pace and as a little surprise for Mark. By the time I was done and in my robe, Mark walked in the door. Much to his surprise, I practically dragged him into the bedroom. He wasn't complaining, of course. He remembered back to this morning and said, "Feeling better, I take it?"15

"Much better. We should have done this about ten hours ago. I've been waiting all day," I said while undressing him. I am usually not the aggressor in these situations, but I was simply dying to get laid. Though I tend to like lots of foreplay, I didn't want or need it that afternoon. I took charge and did whatever I wanted, which at that point was to get him hard and inside of me as soon as possible. Mark was more than willing, and soon I had him on his back and I was riding him for all he was worth. To say it felt good would be an understatement. The only problem was that I might have been a little too aggressive since Mark climaxed much earlier than I expected. It was certainly much earlier than I wanted. He tried to apologize, but I just told him not to worry, although I doubt I did a good job of hiding my disappointment. I was ready to wait a while for him to recharge, but the good boyfriend that he is, Mark had different plans, and he started kissing his way down my belly.16

"Did you shave just for me?" he asked.17

"Indeed, I did," I replied.18

"Sweet," he said, and then he proceeded to lick me with all his skills. I was in heaven. Mark is very good at giving head, and I was soon writhing under his tongue. It felt simply amazing, just what the doctor ordered. I was so into it that I was thrusting up into his face and almost knocking him off, so I ended up holding his head onto me. The problem was that as good as it felt, I found myself stuck at a point short of orgasm. I was worried that I would take too long and that he would have to stop, so I started to fantasize to help myself along. I chose an old favorite and pictured that I was being secretly watched by someone. That seemed to do the trick and I was soon right on the edge of coming. Then I looked down at Mark licking me and saw him staring up at me with purple eyes. At that moment, the dam burst inside me and I was swept away with a very powerful orgasm. It went on and on as the pleasure rushed through me for what seemed like forever. I had never felt anything like that before and came pretty close to passing out. As the orgasm finally waned, I found myself semi-conscious with Mark stroking my hair.19

"I never saw you come like that before. You seemed so out of control that I almost thought something was wrong," I heard him say. "I hope the neighbors didn't get scared."20

"I was that loud?"21

"Um, yeah," he said as if stating the obvious. "You were practically shrieking 'Fuck me, fuck me!' over and over."22

"Oh my God. I never do that."23

"I know. I guess you really were waiting for it all day."24

That was when I remembered the purple eyes. I jumped a bit and quickly looked Mark in the eyes, eyes that were the same brown as I was used to.25

"What's the matter," he asked.26

"Nothing," I said. "It was just...nothing. I'm still out of it."27

"I credit my talented tongue," he said with a smirk.28

"Me too," I said, and then I kissed him.29


(to be continued....)