Janet
When I was about 18 or 19 a mate and I became interested in psychic matters and we joined a psychic research society that used to meet at the YMCA. The organisers were in their 50s but most of the members were my age or a little older. It was good fun and resulted in long discussions in the local pub afterwards. I’d been going for around 6 months when my mate decided it wasn’t for him and stopped going but I continued attending. One of the other members, Janet, a woman about 10 years older than me whose fiancé worked on the rigs asked if a few of us would be interested in attending a séance at the house of a friend of hers. The others were very keen as was I but when she said that her friend lived at Alnwick I was crestfallen because it was miles away and I didn’t have a car. Janet said not to worry, that she’d give me a lift… she’d pick me up at the YMCA as she was giving 3 of the others a lift too so I quickly agreed and it was arranged for the following Thursday. I met up with the others at the YMCA at 6.30pm after work and when Janet arrived we piled into her Ford Cortina and off we went.
It was an interesting night and we were split as to whether we believed the medium was genuine or not so there was a lively debate in the pub and on the journey back to Newcastle afterwards. When we got back to town I was dismayed to find that the last bus home had already left. When Janet realised my predicament she offered to drive me home and after a token refusal I readily accepted. The rest had gone on their individual ways as they all lived in and around Newcastle or in the student area of Jesmond.
On the journey, Janet and I talked about the evening and then of nothing in particular before falling into a comfortable silence. I took the opportunity to examine Janet more closely as the street lights stroked past. She was 28 or 29, on the large side with very pleasant features and a half smile when her face was at rest. I was conscious of the swell of her ample breasts and the shape of her stockinged legs as she changed gear, (although at that time I thought she was wearing tights). As the journey continued I noticed her eyelids flickering and the car veered slightly to the side. I asked if she was alright but there was no reply then the car slowed and slid into the wide verge. It was safely off the road but I was alarmed to see her chin resting on her chest. This was in the days before mobile phones and the roads were much quieter than they are now so it was up to me. I lifted her chin so her head was resting against the headrest, I was acutely aware of her scent that I found very arousing. She still seemed to be out of it even though I was trying to rouse her. Trying to remember first aid lessons from school I told her I was going to loosen her tight clothing. She had a high collared blouse on so I gently unbuttoned the collar and the second button. In spite of myself I found myself getting more aroused and my hardening cock felt constricted by my underpants and jeans. The waist of her skirt was visibly tight, I could see it constricting her waist, so, after again trying to wake her, I clumsily loosened the waist of her skirt and tried not to notice the rise and fall of her breasts although it did seem as if it was rising and falling more rapidly than before but that might have been my imagination. It wasn’t my imagination though when her left hand, that had been on her lap, “fell” from her lap onto my upper thigh high up and rested on the shape of my erection and stayed there. She moaned and shifted in her seat but her left hand remained where it was and she pulled at her blouse with the other hand as if to help her breathe…the blouse fell open and I couldn’t help but gaze longingly at her large tits encased in a flimsy lace bra that allowed me to see her large, dark areolas and prominent nipples. I expected her to rouse but when she didn’t I couldn’t help myself but started to stroke her breasts and luxuriated in the feel of her nipples…the areolas seemed to pucker and I loved their texture. Emboldened I eased her left tit out of the bra cup and bending my head I ran the nipple over my lips, gently sucked it and licked the contours of the areole. My cock was straining and I was almost sure I could feel her fingers flexing and gently squeezing then she gave a gasp and her left hand grasped my cock making it jump, if anything, even more erect. She opened her eyes and exclaimed “What are you doing?” How could I explain? It was stupid to think I’d get away with saying I was trying to look after her since my actions had now gone far beyond trying to revive her. I stammered and stuttered while her anger grew…but her hand never left my crotch and she never let go of my cock. “Have you been down THERE too?” She demanded, lifting her skirt and it was then that I saw she was wearing stockings and suspenders, not tights and her panties were as flimsy as her bra…she was beautifully shaven and I could see the shape of her labia, flattened against the material, but clearly visible because of the dampness of her crotch. “Filthy sod!” She said, “You’ve been fiddling with me haven’t you?” With that she pulled the gusset of her panties aside and felt between her labia to her wet cunt. “YOU’VE done this to me haven’t you?” She demanded and grabbing my hand she thrust it between her thighs and onto her pussy, “Feel what you’ve done to me” she told me and pressed my hand so that my fingers were forced inside her, I had no choice but to finger her…she was, indeed, very wet. “Well two can play at that game” she said and she pushed me back in my seat and unzipped my jeans, thrusting her hand inside she grasped my cock and pulled it free. She let out an involuntary “mmmmm” at the sight of the precum leaking from my foreskin then started running her finger around inside my foreskin while bending low so I could only see the top of her head. I could feel her breath on my cock as she started to wank me. I lifted my fingers to my mouth breathing in the wonderful scent of her pussy juices then licking them off my fingers. I murmured “You taste fantastic” and she immediately shot upright and said “You’re filthy, I don’t even let Tom (her fiancée) do that.”
I’d spoiled it, she slapped my face (not particularly hard), and rearranged her clothing leaving me with a raging hard on. She started the car and drove the remaining 4 miles to where I lived. As I got out of the car in the pub car park around the corner from my home I started to apologise but she looked up at me with a naughty smile and said “Do you really think that was down to you? Just don’t think it means you can take liberties…and make sure you keep your mouth shut about it”. Then she drove off and I watched in amazement as she left.
It was an interesting night and we were split as to whether we believed the medium was genuine or not so there was a lively debate in the pub and on the journey back to Newcastle afterwards. When we got back to town I was dismayed to find that the last bus home had already left. When Janet realised my predicament she offered to drive me home and after a token refusal I readily accepted. The rest had gone on their individual ways as they all lived in and around Newcastle or in the student area of Jesmond.
On the journey, Janet and I talked about the evening and then of nothing in particular before falling into a comfortable silence. I took the opportunity to examine Janet more closely as the street lights stroked past. She was 28 or 29, on the large side with very pleasant features and a half smile when her face was at rest. I was conscious of the swell of her ample breasts and the shape of her stockinged legs as she changed gear, (although at that time I thought she was wearing tights). As the journey continued I noticed her eyelids flickering and the car veered slightly to the side. I asked if she was alright but there was no reply then the car slowed and slid into the wide verge. It was safely off the road but I was alarmed to see her chin resting on her chest. This was in the days before mobile phones and the roads were much quieter than they are now so it was up to me. I lifted her chin so her head was resting against the headrest, I was acutely aware of her scent that I found very arousing. She still seemed to be out of it even though I was trying to rouse her. Trying to remember first aid lessons from school I told her I was going to loosen her tight clothing. She had a high collared blouse on so I gently unbuttoned the collar and the second button. In spite of myself I found myself getting more aroused and my hardening cock felt constricted by my underpants and jeans. The waist of her skirt was visibly tight, I could see it constricting her waist, so, after again trying to wake her, I clumsily loosened the waist of her skirt and tried not to notice the rise and fall of her breasts although it did seem as if it was rising and falling more rapidly than before but that might have been my imagination. It wasn’t my imagination though when her left hand, that had been on her lap, “fell” from her lap onto my upper thigh high up and rested on the shape of my erection and stayed there. She moaned and shifted in her seat but her left hand remained where it was and she pulled at her blouse with the other hand as if to help her breathe…the blouse fell open and I couldn’t help but gaze longingly at her large tits encased in a flimsy lace bra that allowed me to see her large, dark areolas and prominent nipples. I expected her to rouse but when she didn’t I couldn’t help myself but started to stroke her breasts and luxuriated in the feel of her nipples…the areolas seemed to pucker and I loved their texture. Emboldened I eased her left tit out of the bra cup and bending my head I ran the nipple over my lips, gently sucked it and licked the contours of the areole. My cock was straining and I was almost sure I could feel her fingers flexing and gently squeezing then she gave a gasp and her left hand grasped my cock making it jump, if anything, even more erect. She opened her eyes and exclaimed “What are you doing?” How could I explain? It was stupid to think I’d get away with saying I was trying to look after her since my actions had now gone far beyond trying to revive her. I stammered and stuttered while her anger grew…but her hand never left my crotch and she never let go of my cock. “Have you been down THERE too?” She demanded, lifting her skirt and it was then that I saw she was wearing stockings and suspenders, not tights and her panties were as flimsy as her bra…she was beautifully shaven and I could see the shape of her labia, flattened against the material, but clearly visible because of the dampness of her crotch. “Filthy sod!” She said, “You’ve been fiddling with me haven’t you?” With that she pulled the gusset of her panties aside and felt between her labia to her wet cunt. “YOU’VE done this to me haven’t you?” She demanded and grabbing my hand she thrust it between her thighs and onto her pussy, “Feel what you’ve done to me” she told me and pressed my hand so that my fingers were forced inside her, I had no choice but to finger her…she was, indeed, very wet. “Well two can play at that game” she said and she pushed me back in my seat and unzipped my jeans, thrusting her hand inside she grasped my cock and pulled it free. She let out an involuntary “mmmmm” at the sight of the precum leaking from my foreskin then started running her finger around inside my foreskin while bending low so I could only see the top of her head. I could feel her breath on my cock as she started to wank me. I lifted my fingers to my mouth breathing in the wonderful scent of her pussy juices then licking them off my fingers. I murmured “You taste fantastic” and she immediately shot upright and said “You’re filthy, I don’t even let Tom (her fiancée) do that.”
I’d spoiled it, she slapped my face (not particularly hard), and rearranged her clothing leaving me with a raging hard on. She started the car and drove the remaining 4 miles to where I lived. As I got out of the car in the pub car park around the corner from my home I started to apologise but she looked up at me with a naughty smile and said “Do you really think that was down to you? Just don’t think it means you can take liberties…and make sure you keep your mouth shut about it”. Then she drove off and I watched in amazement as she left.
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