By The Book Ch. 02

Chapter 2 is meant to compliment and be the sequel for chapter 1.

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'Beautiful morning, isn't it Jim?'

'Sure is. Almost seems a shame for us to still be in bed but then again, this is the weekend and what could be nicer than having coffee or tea in bed on a Sunday morning? Besides loving you, I mean!'

Opening my laptop to add the final touches to the new story I was working on, I turned to Janie.

'So what's your new novel?'

'It's "Me and Mr. Darcy", I only have a few pages left....'

'Is that like Jane Austen's book, "Sense and Sensitivity"?'

'Jim, I think that's "Sensibility" not "Sensitivity", so you're close but really it's a takeoff from another Jane Austen story called "Pride and Prejudice".'

'Oh, ok. What's the description on the cover say?'

'Every girl is looking for her Mr. Darcy. Imagine if you found the real one....'

'So Janie... do you think you've found your Mr. Darcy, or are you still looking?'

'What? Maybe...' she answered with a giggle. 'You mean you don't know by now Jim?'

'I think I do, my little bookworm. But with you spending so much time reading while we're together in bed, I'm beginning to feel like I'm part of the furniture when we could be doing other, more intimate things. Don't you miss the way we used to be together and the passion you had? '

'Jim, do you know what day it is?'

'Other than Sunday, no. We don't have any birthdays or anniversaries in February, do we?'

'Hmm, no we don't Jim. I just thought I'd ask to see if you remembered....'

'Remembered what?'

'Never mind.... It doesn't matter anyway, so you don't have to worry about it.'

Saving the first draft of my now completed story, which is really our story, I turned to watch as she thoughtfully closed her novel and placed it on top of the bed spread. My comment about her lack of interest had seemed to hit home and I wanted to move on.

'Janie, would you like to hear the ending?'

'You mean you actually finished it? Sure, but this time I want to hear it all, so why don't you start from the very beginning?'

***

Windblown maple leaves were scattered in a thick, dappled layer over our secluded and heavily treed property overlooking the riverside city of Portland, Oregon. The house, a Victorian gingerbread cottage with faded blue clapboard siding, is our home and never-ending renovation project.

After a few hours of raking leaves under the warm autumn sun with the majestic, snow covered peak of Mount Hood rising in the distance in all its silent glory and Anthony, our inquisitive Basset hound for company, I was beginning to feel hungry and thirsty. Stopping for lunch, I put together a ham on rye sandwich topped with Swiss cheese and was reaching for a cold beer when Jane swept through the door and into the kitchen with the Basset close on her heels.

Surprised, I gave her a big smile and pulled Anthony, who was now clinging onto the edge of the kitchen counter with his thick, meaty paws and desperately lunging for my sandwich, back by his collar with my free hand as I exclaimed, 'Hi Jane, you're home early from work today!'

Coming close to give me a hug, she beamed at me and gushed, 'Yes, I only had the two morning classes to teach, so I came straight home so I could be with you before you have to leave for your night shift at the machine shop.'

Setting the unopened bottle down, I took Janie into my arms, then playfully spun her around and pushed her up against the counter. As I slowly slid my hands down her back I looked down into her soft gray eyes and realized how much I had missed her, how much I wanted her. We came together then, with a long, lingering kiss that that left me feeling flushed and aching. Breaking away, I pulled back a little to catch my breath while I ran my fingers through her blond hair.

'We should go upstairs sweetie....'

Playing coy, she giggled and ever so innocently said, 'But why?'

'Because I'd like to do something special for you.'

'And what would that be, hmm?'

'You'll just have to wait and see....'

Taking her hand in mine, I led her up the narrow staircase and into our attic bedroom even as I heard the sandwich plate clattering onto the kitchen floor downstairs. Pulling her close to me, we fell laughing in a tangle of arms and legs into the antique four poster bed that Jane had so lovingly refinished during the summer. Sitting up to straddle my hips with her strong thighs, she quickly lunged forward and took hold of my wrists, to pin me firmly to the mattress.

'So Jim, what's this surprise you have planned for me?' she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Laughing out loud, I pushed back against her and said, 'I'm not telling you now!'

'We'll see about that, you big lump. I have ways to make you talk, you know....'

As she reached down with one hand to tickle me I took hold of her shoulders and with a good strong push, flipped her onto her back. Rolling on top of her, I caught both of her wrists in one hand and held them above her head, to lightly tickle her armpit and side with my free hand.

'You mean like this Jane?'

'Jim! No, no, no! Please stop!'

Relenting, I bent down and began kissing the side of her neck and nibbling her ear lobe. When she sighed I released her wrists to gently kiss her cheek, then her lips. As our tongues became entwined she moaned quietly and wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me snug in her warm embrace. Finally breaking our kiss, she looked up at me and I could see the curiosity in her eyes.

'Janie, do you remember when you asked me a few weeks ago if I could shave you again? Well, I was thinking we have time for that this afternoon before I go to work....'

'Would you Jim? I'd love you to, you've been neglecting me for too long you know....'

When I returned with a bowl of steaming hot water she was comfortably stretched out on the bed, wearing only her smile. As I set the bowl carefully on top of the mattress Janie asked me if I could at least take my polo shirt off and went on to tell me how she loves seeing me that way, with my chest bare and my blue jeans still on.

Jane pulled her feet up slightly to lift her bottom as I spread the thick, dark green terry cloth towel under her creamy white cheeks. Using scissors, I carefully trimmed the wiry black hair of her triangle as short and flat as I could, to reveal a dramatic change.

'Jane, do you know that when your pubes are cut so short, your triangle actually has a natural heart shape and not only that, the direction of your hair even follows it?

'Oh Jim, it really does look like a heart, doesn't it?'

'It's so beautiful; I think we should leave it just the way it is. I wonder if that's where the heart symbol originally came from?'

'No silly, it's from Saint Valentines, from when he picked a leaf with that shape.'

'Yeah- well if it is, I bet he was thinking about pussy when he saw it!'

Brushing away the remaining loose curls with a chuckle, I then soaked the matching green face cloth in the hot water and spread it over her enticing mound. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as I cupped her pussy to press the hot, wet cloth down firmly with my hand.

As the warm, moist heat began to slowly penetrate her feminine core, I lightly caressed Jane's small but perky breasts with my other hand while telling her how much I wanted her, how much I was enjoying pampering her this way. As her pert nipples firmed into hard points I thought of the first time I told her how beautiful her titties were. She had asked me then not use that word, it was demeaning and could I say 'breasts' instead. Somehow though, 'breasts' seems a bit too formal for me and I still can't help but think of them as her beautiful, little titties. After a few minutes the cloth had lost most of its heat and so I soaked it again to reapply it to her mound. Placing her hands on top of it, I then left her for a moment to collect the other items we would need.

As I reached for her pink triple edge razor, I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror and couldn't help thinking that while I was close to half a century old, I was in pretty good shape. I still had the same wide shoulders and my full six foot height, but had filled out a little so that I no longer looked like the thin twenty year old I used to be and it was becoming obvious all the hours that Jane and I had been spending at the local fitness center were beginning show results. My dark brown hair was cut much shorter now, with a thinning crown complimented by touches of gray at the sides. True, there were a few more wrinkles around my light brown eyes but my straight nose and strong, prominent chin had hardly changed at all. If anything, the passing years had been kind and left me with a look of rugged, middle age distinction.

Returning with her razor, my shaving brush and mug, I sat down next to her and began working up a very warm, soapy lather with the shaving brush. Lifting her hands away from her mound, I slowly pulled away the face cloth to unveil her pink, puffy labia. As she raised her knees and pulled her thighs wide apart with a soft sigh I thought I could see a shiny wetness glistening there and I felt my cock stir with an aching throb in response.

Janie gave a small gasp as I slowly slid the warm soapy bristles of the brush over her inflamed cunny and then along each side. Taking care to thoroughly work Jane up into a fine lather, I gently brushed her pouting lips and the inviting cleft that lay between again and again.

'You'll need to stay still if I'm going to shave you Jane,' I firmly told her when she squirmed ever so slightly as the persistent, loving caress of my brush found her most delicate and secret places. She moaned quietly then and pulled her thighs even wider apart, opening herself almost shamelessly for my touch even as she closed her eyes and turned her flushed cheek onto the pillow.

'Oh Jim, Jim please don't stop....'

'Janie, I'm going to start shaving you now. You know you need to stay still, don't you sweetie?'

'Yes,' she whispered breathlessly. 'I'll try not to move.'

Pulling her hot, swollen cunny slightly to one side with my fingers, I began tentatively edging the razor from just below her inflamed lips and up along one side of her pussy with short deft strokes while trying to stay calm as possible. After doing the same to the opposite side I thoroughly lathered up her juicy mound again, taking time to brush her small clitty as well.

Pressing my index finger along the length of her glistening cleft to protect her most delicate bits, I started to gingerly shave her pink, pouting labia. Janie moaned quietly as I deftly scraped away the fine hair, the gentle tugging of the razor causing her tiny pearl to rub lightly against my finger as I did so. When I was near the top and getting close to her sensitive nub she started to gasp and squirm ever so slightly. 'Stop that!' I exclaimed with concern. 'If you keep moving, I could nick you....'

'I'll stay still Jim,' she gasped. 'It, it just feels so good when you touch me like that and not being able to move makes it seem almost too much.'

'Well, we're almost done sweetie, just a little more and soon your pussy will be smooth as silk,' I replied as I took a few finishing strokes. After soaking the face cloth with hot water, I used it to wipe away the soap and cut hair until she was totally clean. Janie's cute cunny was completely smooth now, a lovely pink plum with her neatly trimmed and heart shaped triangle just above.

Janie gasped, then moaned and thrust her hips up a little as I ran my tongue slowly along the sides of her sensitive lips. Not finding any stubble there, I slid my tongue into the bottom of her creamy crease to lick my way up towards her clitty while easily supporting her plump cheeks in my large hands. She was so delicious I just had to take her whole mound into my mouth, to lose myself in the taste and smell of her heady nectar.

When I looked up she gave me her wonderful smile, her grey eyes soft and slightly glazed with desire. Moving the tip of my tongue in a lazy circle around her tiny nubbin, I slowly pleasured her, tormenting her with my warm tongue until she was whimpering quietly and gently squeezing my head between her strong thighs.

Knowing she wouldn't want to cum just yet, I reluctantly pulled away from her as she whispered, 'Jim, I want you inside me....'

'But we're not done yet, I haven't even shaved your bottom sweetie!'

'Jim, do you really have to do that right now?'

'Well, yes really. After all, you wouldn't want to be going out or even to work only half shaved, would you?' I said while trying to keep a straight face.

'Oh, all right I suppose,' she said with a small sigh and went on somewhat ruefully, 'you will be quick though, won't you? And, and just so you know Jim, you're not as funny as you think you are....'

'It won't take a minute, so why don't you roll over onto your tummy and stick your bum out for me?' I replied while reaching out to help her. 'Yes, that's it, now up high with your tush and open your knees nice and wide apart.'

I stopped to admire Janie then. Her face was nestled between the pillows, the lean muscles of her back sweeping upward in a graceful arch to blend beautifully into the round curves of her full bottom. There was a downy wisp of sparse hair hiding between her creamy cheeks and just below, the pink plump lips of her glistening cunny. It took all my resolve then not to kneel behind her and to slowly ease myself into her soft, wet warmth. Seeing her like that, head down, bottom up with her thighs opened wide made me realize how incredibly womanly she was and at the same time, how strong she was in her feminine submission. Instead, I reached out to caress her silky bottom and lowered my face to her cheeks, to kiss them softly on the tender skin just above her thighs.

Holding the brush in my hand, I gently and thoroughly lathered her sensitive rosebud and the groove it was nestled in. Janie shifted slightly then and seemed to be panting quietly, the sound muffled by the pillows hiding her flushed face.

It only took a few deft strokes of the razor to remove the few remaining delicate hairs and Jane's bottom was as smooth as her pussy, her cute button now fully exposed and unable to hide from my eyes or my touch. Kneeling behind her, I bent down to her cute kitty. After thoroughly probing her creamy opening with my tongue, I slowly licked my way up, then higher yet between her cheeks as she faintly gasped, 'No Jim, not there....'

Ignoring her feminine modesty, I held her hips firmly and tongued her tight bottom hole tentatively as she squirmed and twisted slightly in my grasp. Pausing to give her bottom a playful spank, I chuckled and said, 'Stop wiggling Jane and let me love you the way I want to... because deep down you really like it, don't you?'

'But Jim... it's just that, that, nice girls don't do that!' she said quietly.

'Oh, I think they do Janie, especially if they are nice and naughty girls. And you're not a girl any more, you're a grown woman now, aren't you?' I replied while sliding my hand through her open thighs to cup her naked mound and lightly press my thumb down between her cheeks.

'But, but...' she said with mock innocence as she wrinkled her small upturned nose.

'And you know what happens if you're naughty, don't you?'

'Whaaat...?' she gasped as I gently caressed her anus and clitty simultaneously with my thumb and fingers.

'Why, you get your bare bottom spanked!'

I thought back to one night almost five years ago when we were still dating and getting to know one another. We had been cuddling together on the couch one warm summer evening when I asked Jane if she had any fantasies that she wanted to share. She quietly admitted then that sometimes she liked to read stories about men giving their women loving and erotic spankings. She also said that when she was younger and still in college, one of her favourite fantasies was of being with two big, hunky men at the same time. As we became closer and I came to know her well, I noticed that when she was really in the mood for it, she enjoyed me playing with her bottom.

'Oh, please Sir, I'll be good!' She said with a high voice as she squirmed in my hand.

'Yes, I'm sure you will. After you get your spanking, that is!' I said while gently probing the opening of her snug button with the tip of my thumb.

'Ohhhhh you sod!' she slowly moaned and went on with a quiet whisper, 'But, why does it feel so good there, Jim?'

'I think it feels that way because you're a very sensitive woman and you like being a just little bit naughty,' I replied as I continued to caress her.

'Jim,' she paused and then very quietly went on, 'you can choose a toy for me if you want.'

'You'd like a toy in your tight tushy, is that what you want Janie? Because if you do, then you need to come out and say it,' I said while trying to keep a straight face.

'Yes,' she whispered so quietly and softly I could barely hear her.

'Yes, what?' I asked, unable to hold back a small smile.

'Yes, I want you to put a toy, into my bum....'

She needn't ask again so I pulled open the bedside table drawer and found our toy. It was black and made of soft, shiny rubber which tapered from a small rounded tip at one end to make a cone just over two fingers wide at the thickest part before forming a narrow neck with a flat handle at the other end to hold it in place. Taking a tube of KY lube as well, I covered it with the slippery stuff and then kneeled behind her to squeeze out a gob of the goo right onto her pink rosebud.

'Ahhaa! That feels so cold!' Janie gasped as I slowly worked the gel into her snug button hole with the tip of my thumb, gently stretching her pink anus as I massaged her clitty with my slick fingers.

Pausing to add extra lube, I gradually eased my thumb deeper into her tight ring while circling her sensitive nubbin with my finger tips. Jane was gasping quietly now and slightly shifting her hips in time to the gentle movements of my hand. Feeling her almost virginal opening beginning to relax, I slowly eased my thumb through the clenched ring of muscle and deep into her bottom as she gave out a low moan.

Pressing my thumb slightly inwards to try to reach her g-spot from behind, I resumed caressing her clitty with my fingers as I carefully slid my thumb in and out. Janie was making small, almost unintelligible sounds and I could feel her bum almost rhythmically squeezing me as I brushed her firm little nubbin with the tips of my fingers. Slowly easing my thumb out, I took a moment to work even more gel into her bottom before placing the rounded point of the plug just inside her opening.

'Janie, are you ready for our big black toy?' I asked with a quickening pulse.

When she nodded her head silently I began to very slowly push the soft and yet firm, rubber cone deeper into her creamy white cheeks. Janie let out a long heartfelt sigh as I gradually eased the first two thirds into her, the tapering cone gradually stretching her tight tush as it went in deeper.

'But Jim,' she protested loudly, 'it's so big!'

'There's no "butts" about it Janie, we've done this once before so you know you can take it all, besides, it's only a size medium.'

'Ok,' she whispered, 'please be gentle....'

As I waited for her to adjust to its size I began to caress her pussy again with my fingers while I held the flat base of the toy in place with my thumb. Resting my other hand on the small of her back to steady her, I carefully eased it incrementally deeper, by only a fraction of an inch at a time.

'Janie, you're so close now, we're almost there....'

'Oh Jim, it's, it's so much....'

'You can do it sweetie, just try to relax,' I murmured as I continued caressing her wet, swollen sex. Relenting a little, I eased the toy out half way and then lightly spanked her smooth, plump cunny with my finger tips. Squealing with delight, she jumped slightly forward in reaction to her clitty being stimulated so strongly.