He thought of Janey, whom he'd been with last night; they'd had a fine evening, dinner and a show, and back to her place for a nightcap.

Janey was a touch over five feet tall, and by this man's standards, she was wonderfully proportioned. She'd attained an extra layer or two of fat, and the man appreciated it, knowing it would serve her well if she ever went on that North Pole excursion, or was suddenly transferred to Alaska.

As she'd undressed for him, he was taken by how utterly feminine she was. It was the way that she moved as she hung up her blouse and skirt, the way she unhooked her bra, the way she let it slide gracefully from her body, revealing full breasts, areolas pink and tight and hard in anticipation. She smiled shyly at him, and covered her nipples with a forearm. With her free hand she pulled down her panties, and her tiny brown bush was exposed.

This wasn't their first time. It was their sixth, or seventh, or eighth, if one kept count of such things; they'd passed beyond awkward newness to streamlined hot sex, beyond questioning if they would fool around, to knowing that they would, the question now being what new thing would they try?

Janey joined him on the bed; she lay next to him, in the hollow of his shoulder, and they felt each other's warmth. He turned to her, mouth searching hers, tongue exploring, touching wet heat, tasty heat. His hand traced hardened areola, and he felt her shudder slightly, squirm that little bit, and she responded by taking his cock in her hand and squeezing it gently.

"How do you want it?" he said. Just asking the question opened them to infinite possibilities. He thought, My god, am I turning into a gentleman?

She shifted, and leaned down to him, and poised briefly over his cock. "Like this," she said, and took him into her mouth. That was a surprise. Until that moment, she hadn't showed much interest in sucking him, and he'd wondered if she didn't like oral sex, or that perhaps she wasn't experienced in that area, or any of half a dozen possibilities. He'd been concerned that she just didn't like to suck a man, but there she was, his cock in her mouth. She squeezed it with her lips, and rode up and down, and he felt her heat and the exquisite pleasure of pressure on his tool. Was it possible that he'd gotten larger and harder with the gesture? He felt like he'd explode with pleasure; he went with the feeling, letting her do what she wanted.

Her head bobbed up and down on him, and he watched her, the cute face, the lips in an O firmly around his shaft, her eyes closed, and it occurred to him that she was also taking pleasure from the act, not simply pleasing him but herself too. He hadn't encountered many women who enjoyed giving head, and so it was wonderful to find this out about her.

Janey gripped his cock with her hand low on the shaft, occasionally stroking, not establishing a rhythm so much as showing him that he was in good hands. Momentarily releasing his manhood from her mouth, she lifted her head, and looked at his face, and smiled. As she stroked him by hand, he saw the wetness around her mouth, and it was sexy indeed; then she went down on him again, and he felt her heat once again embracing the head of his cock.

He felt Janey's tongue press against him, her mouth as tight and wet as her pussy, and better; she sucked, and he felt the vacuum, and knew that he was going to come if she didn't stop right now, stop sucking him so well, so efficiently, so completely.

"Stop," he warned, "if you don't stop, I'm coming!"

"Mmm," she said, her head swiftly going up and down on him. No, she wasn't going to stop. At first he was surprised, because she'd never done this before; it had always been some other lovemaking, him on top of her, him taking her this way and that, doggie, missionary, sideways.

Then passion overtook him, and he just let it go. "Uhhhh!" He didn't know what he'd expected, that she'd pull away, and let go of him, or jerk him off by hand until he was done. But no, she stayed with him, mouth going up and down on him, sucking, taking his come into her mouth. He felt peristaltic movement, and she swallowed, and again, not for a moment backing away from him.

She continued to suck, and to stroke him, and he shuddered, the continued spasms of climax; she took it all, cock and come, passion and thrusting as he reflexively fucked her mouth, two, three, four strokes in quick succession.

"Okay," he said. "Okay, okay!" Stop now, he thought, please, I can't come any more.

She lifted her head. "Okay?" she asked. "That was just 'okay?'" Then she smiled, and he realized that she was putting him on.

"More than okay. It was perfect." He pulled her up to him, and they lay side by side, her thigh over his leg. "Uh, how about you? What would you like now?"

"I don't need a thing," she said.

And in no time they were asleep.

***

He woke up with a hard-on. The question was what to do with it.