Baumgartner generations: Janie

I did as he asked, kneeling up so he could get a better angle. His eyes followed my movements as I rubbed my nipples, the soap slick on my hands, pressing my breasts up and together for him. He slapped his cock against my tits and I arched, watching him bend his knees so he could slide it up from the bottom, pressing between my flesh, the head of his cock appearing at the top of my cleavage.

"God, you've got incredible tits." His praise made me blush as he began to thrust, his hips working. I moaned softly, enjoying the exquisite sight of his cock appearing and disappearing again, the shower water from above flooding the crevice, making the soap turn into frothy suds as he fucked my tits, faster, faster. He growled and grabbed my breasts in his big hands, just using my flesh now to get off.

I had to get myself off, too. My pussy was sopping and I used the heel of my hand, rolling my hips and riding it out. It wasn't going to take long, the way TJ was thrusting and bucking and moaning all sorts of dirty things to me.

"Take that cock, you little slut," he groaned. "You like it between your tits? You're such a little cockwhore."

Oh, god. It was so true. I rubbed myself off faster, eager for my orgasm and for his. I wanted his cum all over me.

"Oh fuck! Janieeee!" He called my name as he came, mashing the softness of my breasts around his throbbing cock. I felt every fiery explosion of cum, the first blast hard enough to bathe my neck in alabaster devotion, the next coming in a bold gush from the head of his dick and then dripping like hot seed pearls over the rise of my breasts. I cried out, convulsing as I came too, just from watching the brilliant display of his climax, the heel of my hand riding hard against my cunt as I shuddered and threw my head back and howled.

"Oh god," he whispered, bending to scoop me into his arms and shower me with kisses. I put my arms around his neck, letting him hold me like a baby as he sank to the tub floor with me in his arms, resting my cheek against the rise and fall of his chest. "I love you so much, Janie girl. So very much."

I nodded, closing my eyes. I loved him, too, I did. I loved them both. I loved them so much I didn't know what I would do without them in my life.

The water had gone from hot to warm, and I knew it was going to run to cold soon and force us out, but for that moment, we were content, holding onto each other and rocking together.

* * * *

"Wow." Josh's eyes lit up and he gave a low wolf-whistle when I stepped out onto the porch. I couldn't help the rush of blood to my face-and to other parts of my body-

when I saw his rapacious look. "Is red the new black?"

"Everything is the new black." I rolled my eyes, but I glanced down at my dress-

it was a short, sexy red number with a sweetheart neckline and wide shoulder straps.

The best part was the fully ruched torso that fit me like a second skin. I pulled my wrap up across my shoulders, now that he'd had the full effect. It was a warm night, almost summer-like, but my shoulders were bare and it would grow cool later in the evening.

"Who would have thought more material would be sexier?" he mused as I followed him to the car. No limo-this was a brand new Mustang GT, sleek and black, riding low to the ground. "So how you feeling, Just-Janie?"

I smiled as he opened the passenger door for me. "No longer hungover, thankfully."

"Well, let's see if we can fix that." He winked as he shut the my door, trotting around the front of the car to get into the driver's side.

"I am definitely not getting drunk tonight," I informed him as the car purred to life and I put on my seat belt. "Apparently, I do stupid things when I'm drunk."

He chuckled, buckling up too. "Well we can't have that."

I watched as he shifted-it was a stick-and the vehicle responded immediately.

"Nice car."

"She's a sweet ride." He shifted again as he neared the stop sign at the end of our street.

"Why do men always talk about cars as if they're women?" I wondered aloud.

"Because they are." He turned left.

"How can you tell?" I snorted, opening my purse and finding a box of Altoids. "Did you turn it over and look?"

"Did you see this beauty?" Josh asked, incredulous, glancing over as I opened the tin and dug out a breath mint. "The lines, the curves…she's a looker, this one.

Stunning."

"Really?" I sucked on the breath mint, wincing at the intensity. They were, indeed, 'curiously strong.' "Are we still talking about a car?"

He grinned. "She's fast and reliable, but she can be high maintenance." He shifted to slow down at a light, the engine going from low roar to easy rumble.

"Sometimes you have to sweet-talk her to get her to go where you want her to…"

"Well, jeez, does she put out too?"

He grinned. "That depends on your definition."

"Well if a car is a woman…" I offered him an Altoid. He shook his head, watching me plunk the tin back into my purse. "One good thing… no PMS."

He laughed. "True enough."