Baumgartner generations: Janie

“I love watching you eat,” Josh said. “From that very first morning, watching you eat canollis…it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I blushed, remembering. It hadn’t been that long ago, I realized, looking over at him. I’d been completely swept away. Like Ronnie said, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck-or a freight train-only in a really, really good way. There was no stopping it now.

“What are you doing?” Josh raised his eyebrows as I pushed my chair back from the table and slid slowly under it.

“Having my dessert.”

He gave me a half-smile as I appeared between his thighs, nuzzling his crotch.

He was only half-hard when I unzipped him as he pushed the chair away from the table, leaning back to give me room. I experimented with my tongue, looking for his most sensitive spots and finding two, parallel to each other on the left and right side of his cock, just under the ridge. Every time I flicked my tongue there, he gave me a louder moan or bucked his hips up.

I could tell he liked it when I used my hand and mouth together-his head went back and his eyes closed when I did that, and I tasted a bit of pre-cum on my tongue. I was wishing I’d put panties on, because I was embarrassing myself with the amount of wetness on my thighs. Sucking him made me crazy with lust.

“Janie, I don’t-” he panted, grabbing my hair, but there was no way I was letting him go. I could feel his cock swelling and turned my head so my lips rubbed those two

spots just right, working just the head of his dick with my mouth while I jerked him fast and hard with my hand. “Ohhhhh fuck! Wait! Ohhhh!”

I happily swallowed the first thick flood of his cum, looking up into his eyes-he was watching his cock disappear into my throat-and then took another, hotter blast of the white stuff, his hips rolling up helplessly, his head lolling back. I was a good girl and drank it all, even licking the tip of his cock clean.

“I couldn’t wait,” he whispered, looking down as I licked the last bit of him off my fingers. He reached out and smeared his fingers over my lips, reddened and swollen from sucking him. “That sweet little mouth…”

“That was better than strawberries.” I leaned in to kiss the softening head of his dick.

“You’re bad.” He groaned, tucking himself back in and zipping up. “I think you need to be punished.”

“Oooo!” My eyes lit up. “Are you going to spank me?” He laughed, pulling me up to kiss me, and I couldn’t help myself-I crawled into his lap, straddling him, my sopping pussy making a wet spot on his trousers as I ground my hips.

I gasped when he pulled my dress up, but I wasn’t expecting his hand to come down against the swell of my behind-although I probably should have-making me jump and yelp.

“Hey!” I quickly climbed off. “No fair.”

He stood quickly, grabbing me by the arm and whispering in my ear, “Hold still.” I did as he asked, watching him yank at the knot in his tie.

“What-” I asked quizzically, but my question was answered soon enough when he put it over my eyes, using it as a blindfold. “Josh…?” I asked hesitantly as he stepped behind me, holding my arms behind my back. I smiled, though, when I felt his erection, already returned, straining against my ass.

“Walk,” he instructed, and I took hesitant steps forward, letting him lead me.

“There are stairs here.”

There were, curved ones-I remembered seeing the staircase and wondering what was up there. I let the rail in my hand guide me upward. When we reached the top, Josh pushed me gently forward, and I felt him reach in front of me and knew from the sound he was opening a door.

I gasped when I felt the cool outdoor air on my face, and again when he took my blindfold off.

“Josh!” My cry was strangled and I turned, clinging to him, hiding my face. “It’s too high!”

“Ah, that’s right.” He crooned, stroking my back. “You’re afraid of heights.” I could feel him laughing and pulled back to look at him.

“You knew that!” I pummeled him with my fists, but he just grabbed my wrists, still smiling.

“Look, Janie.” He turned me around, holding me tight. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

I was shaking-being anywhere up high made me tremble-but we were on the eighteenth floor of the Plaza, and the view was spectacular and meant to be enjoyed.

After a few deep breaths, I really started to calm down enough to appreciate it. With Josh’s arms around me I felt safe, and I slowly relaxed against him, looking at the lights of city below. It was a fabulous sea of jewels, just like the stars in the sky above. The moon was full and bright, a pearl in a web of diamonds.

“It’s really beautiful.” I slipped my hands over his at my waist. I squealed, though, when he propelled me even further forward, closer to the patio edge. “Nooo! Please!”

“I promise,” he whispered again in my ear. “You’re safe.” I whimpered, but we stood there at the very edge of the building, and from here it felt like flying. My stomach lurched and I turned in Josh’s arms. He held me close, stroking my hair, kissing my forehead.