Jans Surprise: Chapter 2

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I wondered what she'd be wearing the next time she came to work.

I'd had her for the first time last Thursday and after fucking her I'd made it pretty clear that she was going to have to do whatever I wanted or face some very undesirable consequences. She seemed willing to go along with it at the time but a lot can change in a week.

I heard the door open and waited for her to pass by my office. Not even so much as a nod from her as she walked down the hall. Hmm...that was going to have to change.

I gave her time to take her coat off and get settled before I rang her phone.

"Yes?"

"Good morning Jan. Come to my office, please."

There was a pause. I heard her sigh and then hang up. A few moments later, she was standing in my doorway. She looked decidedly modest today – a bulky high necked sweater, loose slacks and flat shoes. Very disappointing.

"It seems you're not feeling all that co-operative this morning Jan. Is that true?"

"I'm not happy about last week or about what you said you were going to make me do from now on, all that sex and clothes stuff. I hope you don't still expect me to do all of that, do you?"

"On the contrary Jan. That's exactly what I expect. In fact, I've been looking forward to our time together today. I have to tell you though, I'm very disappointed with your outfit." I looked her up and down, stopping to stare at her breasts, her crotch, making sure she knew I was leering at her. "I think we're going to have to change that."

She shifted from foot to foot, folded her arms across her body and proceeded to turn crimson red. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why can't you just let me do my job and leave me alone?"

"Good question Jan. Answer this for me. Why did you let your tits hang out of your blouse last week? Why did you let me fuck you over your desk last week, in your ass no less? You've never let Hubby do that – or so you told me."

"I – I don't know why. You forced me to! I didn't expect you to jump all over me just because you could see down my blouse."

"Well, I guess you just don't realize how sexy you are, how much you turn me on. We're going to have to work on that. Look: you can make this enjoyable for both of us or if you'd prefer, I can continue just pleasing myself. It's your choice. You can think about it while we're out. Get your coat. We're going shopping."

"Shopping? Now? With you? Why?"

"Jan, look at the way you're dressed! You look ready to wash your car, not spend a day at the office, pleasuring your boss. Totally unacceptable. Get your coat. Let's go."

I waited as she went back to her office to get her coat - knee-length, black wool – very conservative. She must have gone to great effort to dress as drably as she possibly could this morning. As I said earlier, that was going to change. We walked across the street to a series of shops in an arcade. It was still early, the doors had just opened and people were busy getting ready for the day ahead. We passed by a couple of women's clothing stores and had a look at the displays in the windows. Just as conservative as her coat. About two-thirds of the way along the concourse we came to a store that catered to the younger set – fashionable, funky, hip – whatever word you wanted to describe the clothes college girls wore to the clubs at night.

We walked in and I started to look around. We were greeted by one of those perky, annoying little smilers that so many shops hire these days. I told her we were looking for skirts and blouses. She directed us to a series of racks along one side and then, thankfully, left us alone. At first glance it looked like there might be some possibilities here. I started to rummage through the skirts. Jan hung back, wordless, staring straight ahead, not moving. I pulled out a black skirt, pleated, with a broad waistband and held it up for her to see.

"What do you think Jan?"

She turned and looked at the skirt in my hand. "Too short, probably too small."

"Just what I was thinking. What size are you?" I went back to the rack and pulled out the same style, closer to her size. "Ha! There we are. This might do. The fabric is stretchy. Go try this on."

"What? This is too short! I can't wear this!"

"Jan, Jan, Jan...you don't want to make a scene here. Just go back there and try it on."

She took the skirt from my hand and strode past me, heading for the changing stalls.

"Let me know when you have it on," I said as I followed her. She stopped and turned to speak but when she saw the expression on my face she continued on into the stall and closed the door. I heard her shoes drop to the floor, heard the rustling of fabric as she pulled her slacks off. A moment later she unlocked the door and opened it a crack. I almost burst out laughing. She stood there, in her bulky knit sweater, ankle socks, bare legs and a miniskirt that ended about mid-thigh. What a sight. Ah well, it was a start. "Looks good to me," I lied. "Stay here while I find a top to go with it."

I searched the racks again and pulled out a couple of possibilities. One was a very sheer white blouse, softly tailored, button-front. The other was a thin knit cream-colored cardigan, with a deeply plunging neck-line. I handed them over the stall door. I heard her mutter to herself as she saw my choices but a moment later opened the door again, wearing the blouse. What a gorgeous sight! The luscious fabric clung to her shoulders and fell softly across her breasts. Her brassiere was in plain view through the thin cloth, even the tone of her skin could be seen.

"Not bad!" I grinned at her, staring down at her chest.

She brought her hands up to cover herself. "But you can see everything through this!"

"Exactly! Keep those things on. We have to find you some hosiery. I'll be back in a minute." I walked across the store to the hosiery display and scanned the packages, looking for some natural-toned pantyhose. I found a reinforced pair that had a bit of shimmer to them and brought them back. This time, instead of handing them over the door, I pulled it open and stepped into the stall with her.

"Hey! What are you doing in here? Get out!" she hissed.

I held up the package. "Are these the right size?"

"Yes."

"Good. Put these on. I want to watch."

"Damn it! How am I supposed to do that with you in here? There's no room to move!"

"That should make it fun, don't you think?"

"I can tell you one thing – you're not going to stand behind me while I do. I don't trust you to leave my ass alone, even in a store." She turned to face me and tore the package open, drew out the hosiery and rolled one leg to pull it on. As she bent down, her head pressed against my hips. Almost instantly, my cock stood to attention. I watched as she straightened up again, sliding the silky fabric up her leg, up to just below her skirt. As she stopped to roll the other leg, I unzipped my fly and pulled my stiff cock out into the open.

"Oh god, now what?" she sighed.

"I just thought that, while you're down there putting on the other leg, you could put your mouth to work doing something other than complaining."

"Like what?"

"I think a quick blow job would be nice."

"Blow job?"

"Oh come on Jan. You're not that naïve. Surely you know what a blow job is."

"If you think I'm going to suck on your cock, especially here in this store, you're crazy."

"Hey, call me crazy. That's exactly what I'm thinking. Don't tell me...you've never given Hubby a blow job?"

She looked away and blushed.

"You haven't! My god, what do the two of you do when you have sex?"

"None of your damn business."

"Well my dear, it's time for a little practice don't you think? Get down there and get to work."

She stooped down and pulled the other pantyhose leg on and slid it up to her knee. I grabbed my shaft and aimed it at her face. Reluctantly she parted her lips and took the head of my cock between them. I leaned back against the wall and offered the full length of me to her mouth. She obviously wasn't going to make much effort. I was barely inside her mouth, about an inch at the most and she was just letting it sit there.

"Come on Jan, suck on it. Open up and let me in." She opened her mouth wider and I thrust my hips forward, jamming my swollen cock deep inside. She gagged as it touched her throat. "Ok, now suck." She closed her lips and drew in on me. I tried to pump myself into her a little but she was standing at such an awkward angle that I really couldn't move well. "Kneel down." She eased herself to the floor and faced me. Once again I pressed into her mouth, then took hold of her head and started to pump my cock into her. "Suck on it. Harder. That's a girl. That's better." I shoved myself into her mouth again and again. Slowly she began to follow my rhythm, sucking as I drew out and opening up as I pushed in. She still gagged if I pushed too deeply but she was starting to accept me and doing a fairly decent job.

The idea of us standing in the stall, Jan sucking me off with a clerk just a few feet away really got me aroused and it wasn't long before I felt the old familiar throb. I stopped moving and motioned her to keep sucking, pushing and pulling on her head to indicate what she was expected to do. I leaned back and watched as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Her new blouse was open enough at the collar for me to see down to her bra and I was able to enjoy the view of her tits jiggling in time with her head movements. Her new pantyhose were still down around her knees. There was a broad expanse of thigh between them and the hem of her new skirt – smooth, milky white thighs. Man, she was in such great shape for a forty-something mother.

It only took about five minutes of watching her and feeling her mouth on me to bring me off. It wasn't an earth-moving orgasm but thoroughly enjoyable all the same. Without a word of warning, I gripped her head and shot a stream of cum into her mouth. She coughed and tried to pull away. I held on and shot a couple more bursts between her lips. She gagged again and swallowed hard, then wiped her mouth on her wrist and shuddered.

"How could you do that? You came right in my mouth! Right in my mouth!"

"Exactly! It was great! Good job there girl. I know you'll get better with more practice. Oh, hold on, there's a little bit on your chin." I flicked it up and smeared it across her lips. She scrunched her face up and turned away.

"You bastard."

"Aww, come on Jan. It's good for your complexion."

She stood up and started to pull her pantyhose up but I stopped her when she reached about mid-thigh.

"I'd like to stay and watch but we need to get going. Give me the sweater and the tags for everything. You get yourself together while I go pay for it all. Give me your old clothes as well – oh – and that includes your panties and bra."

"What? Why can't I wear my underwear? Let me put my own things back on. I can't wear this stuff out there!" she hissed. "What if we meet someone I know?"

"No worries Jan. You have that nice, long, drab overcoat you can wear while we find you some shoes."

I went to the sales counter and explained to the girl that we were in a hurry to be at a function, our luggage had been lost enroute so my wife was going to wear her new selections out of the store. I asked for a bag to carry her old clothes and wondered if she could recommend a shoe shop nearby. She gave me a strange look but nodded and started to ring in the sale. Jan walked up behind me and waited. When we were done, I turned, took her by the elbow and left the store. As we went along the hall I stepped away and looked her up and down. Her coat was buttoned tightly but her legs were in view below the knee. She was still wearing the flat-heeled shoes.

"I feel ridiculous," she muttered.

"Hang on, we'll get you some better shoes. By the way, just thinking about what you have on under your coat is really turning me on."

She blushed again and pulled her collar tight to her neck. We came to the shoe store and stood outside, looking at the window display. I came close to her and spoke softly in her ear. "Listen. Here's why you're not wearing any panties or bra. We're going in here to buy you some shoes. See that young college-type guy over there, the clerk?" She nodded. "You're going to give him a view to remember while you try on a few pairs."

She turned to me. "What do you mean 'give him a view'?"

"He's going to be kneeling in front of you as he helps you try on the shoes, right? You're going to let him see up your skirt or down your blouse as he does." She started to protest but I cut her off. I was getting tired of her reluctance to go along with our arrangement. "Look. You better decide right here and now whether you're going to co-operate or whether I'm going to have to make some phone calls..." She stopped. Her eyes moistened.

"I – I can't, it's too embarrassing, I don't want him to be able to see under my clothes..."

"Then we go back and I call your husband."

"No! Alright...I'll do it."

"Undo your coat." We entered the store and walked up to the young clerk. "We're on our way to a meeting and my wife's dress shoes are in the luggage the airline managed to lose for us. Can you help us find something suitable?"

He nodded to me and then glanced over at my "wife". Her coat was open, offering a glimpse of the outfit she was wearing underneath. He did a little double-take and I watched as his eyes dropped down to her blouse, the swell of her breasts clearly visible between the lapels of her coat. His eyes dropped further, down to her legs, legs that were shimmering in the display lights, legs that were barely covered by the short skirt she was wearing. He pulled his eyes away from her and led us over to a collection of dress shoes. I suggested a pair of black pumps with pointed toes and a slightly higher than business-like heel. Just to drag it out a little, we chose a few other pairs as well. He headed off to the stockroom while we found a seat nearby.

"Let your coat open up when you sit down."

"But..."

"And undo another button on your blouse."

"But..."

"Just do it!"

She sat down. As she did, her coat fell away from her legs, revealing the full length of them. The darker bands of reinforced pantyhose around her thighs were peaking out from under her skirt. She leaned back and opened her coat, brought a hand to her neck and surreptitiously undid another button of her blouse. I gave her an appreciative leer and sat down beside her. "Remember what you're supposed to do now, yes?"

"Oh, don't worry. He'll get his jollies – at my expense. I'm doing what you want, ok? Leave me alone."

The young man returned with a stack of boxes. He faltered a moment as he caught sight of her, her legs almost completely exposed. Her dark nipples were easily visible though the sheer fabric of her blouse, a blouse that was unbuttoned far enough to see the vague cleavage of her breasts. He set the boxes down beside Jan's feet and pulled up a stool. His hands were shaking slightly as he opened one box and extracted a shoe from the wrapping tissue. He held it out to her. "May I?" he asked, expecting her to offer him her foot. She raised her knee and placed her nylon-covered foot in his hand. As she did, I watched him try to get a peek between her legs. She was doing her best to keep her thighs together, to hide her sex from him. The skirt was too short for her to have much success. My cock started to swell at the thought of this guy looking up her skirt and of the view he was getting. He took hold of her ankle and slipped the shoe on.

"Oww, that's just a little tight," she said.

He stood up and went back to the stockroom. As he did, I whispered to her to open her legs more for him this time. I got up and moved around behind his stool, pretending to look at another display. When he returned, I saw a noticeable bulge in his pants. It looked like we'd got his attention! He pulled out another shoe and offered it to her. Once again she raised her foot to him but this time she looked away and spread her knees slightly. I followed his gaze, up her silk-covered thighs, all the way up to the fleshy triangle between her legs. Her pubic hair was easily seen under the fabric. It had to be obvious to him that she wasn't wearing panties. I could tell he was staring directly into her crotch as he fumbled with the shoe, trying to do both things at once. I knew that as long as she wasn't looking at him, he was going to get a good long look up her skirt.

He sat back while Jan pushed her foot into the shoe and leaned forward to look at it. As she did, her blouse dropped open, offering the guy a decent view down to where her breasts were pressed against her knees. (Girl, you're going to have to do better than that.) No sooner had the thought crossed my mind but she sat up a few inches, enough that she was giving him a full and complete view of her small breasts, hanging bare and unrestrained, nipples pointing down at the floor. She held her position for a moment longer, then looked up at the clerk and asked for the other shoe. I saw his head jerk as he quickly turned away and reached for the second shoe. He was probably worried that she might catch him staring at her tits or crotch. Jan looked up at me standing there behind him and raised her eyebrows. I gave her a thumbs-up and then quickly signed for her to stand up and walk around in the new shoes.

The guy pressed the other shoe onto her foot. As he did, I couldn't help noticing his hand slip a little further up her calf. Cheeky bugger. Jan noticed too. What she did next though completely surprised me. Instead of tilting her knees to the side so she could take a look at the shoes, she opened her legs directly in front of him and looked between them at her feet. Wow. I was impressed. Brave girl. She apparently had decided to keep her side of our arrangement. The strong lighting in the store, the short skirt and the shiny pantyhose all worked together to give him – and me – a fabulous view up her skirt, from thigh to hip and everything in between. I caught my breath as I suddenly could see a dark patch of moisture inside her thighs and a definite bulge where her swollen labia pushed against the hosiery that barely hid her sex. So...she was getting hot again. Always full of surprises, she was.

Her knees were open for only a brief moment. It was enough. The clerk coughed and looked away. She stood up and walked across the room, watching herself in the mirror. She turned to me and again raised her eyebrows. I nodded.

"They look good, Hon," I told her. "Kind of hard to tell with the coat though. Why don't you let me take it for you?" She gave me a withering look, opened her mouth to say something but apparently thought better of it. She shrugged the coat off and handed it to me, then stepped back to the mirror. Wow, again. She was one hot looking woman in that outfit. The blouse hung loosely from her shoulders, the silhouette of her body outlined by the lights. Where the fabric touched her skin, the color of her flesh came through. Her nipples were two dark circles under the filmy top. The skirt clung to her hips then flared out, stopping at mid-thigh. Her legs shone in the light and the shoes made them appear even longer, smoother and more graceful.

I watched the clerk as she paced back across the room. His eyes were glued to her. As she walked, her hips swayed seductively while her breasts bounced in tight little circles. She turned and walked back to the mirror. I think she could see his reflection, watching her. She stopped and bent down to touch the back of her heel. She kept her legs almost straight and bent at the waist. Her skirt rode up until her bottom was in plain view. Her ass was clearly visible under the pantyhose, as was her cunt, bulging out from between her thighs, moisture glistening in the fabric that covered her.

She straightened up, walked over to one of the floor mirrors that were angled up. I'm sure she positioned herself so that he could see her reflection. She twirled around a couple of times, giving him an up-skirt view from back to front to back again. She took her seat once more. By now my cock was straining in my trousers. I imagined his was too. There was a gleam of moisture on his forehead. She looked him straight in the eye. "What do you think?" she asked him.

"Oh, I think you look great...I mean, they look great!" His faced turned a deep crimson.

She smiled at him. "Thanks. I think I'll take them. We need to get going. Just put my old shoes in the box. I'll wear these instead." She leaned forward once again and reached for her old shoes. I quickly looked around the store to make sure we were alone then stepped forward and spoke quietly in the clerk's ear.

"So you enjoyed looking up my wife's skirt did you?"

He twisted around to look up at me, his eyes wide. "I – I..." he stammered.

"You can't hide it boy. Look at the wet spot on your pants. My god man, that cock of your's is going to tear a hole in them any minute. Looks like you need a little relief."

Both he and Jan looked at me, puzzled. Then it dawned on her. "Oh no, no way. Absolutely not."

"Remember our agreement Jan?"

She slumped back into her seat and looked away.

"There you go, my man. Feel free..." He looked at me, unsure of what I meant. "Go ahead, man! Check her out as much as you want. Feel her up! We all know you want to! Go for it!"

Hesitantly, he turned back to her. She refused to look at either of us, just sat motionless, waiting. He reached out and lightly touched the side of her knee then pulled back and looked up at her. She did nothing. He reached out again, a little bolder, and ran the palm of his hand down the back of her leg. He brought his other hand forward and did the same. He stroked her legs a couple of times and then slid forward on his stool. He was getting braver. He placed both hands on top of her thighs and pushed his fingers up under her skirt. He leaned forward and slid them further up until they were hidden under the fabric. Then he lifted his hands and raised her skirt. He ducked his head down and peered under the fabric.

"Great view, huh? Isn't she gorgeous? Spread her legs. Make her show you what she's got."

He slid his fingers down between her thighs and pried them apart, further and further until her legs were splayed wide. He rolled her skirt up with one hand and caressed her thighs with the other. Her labia formed a long, wet bulge in her crotch, the silk of her pantyhose pulled tightly over her cunt to create a deep vee between her legs. Oh, she was ready for it...she was really ready for it.

"Stick your hand up inside her, man. Give it a feel. She wants it. Look how wet she is."

He slid his hand up her thigh and pressed it into her crotch. She shivered and looked up at the ceiling, brought her hand to her mouth. He dug his fingers into her hot flesh and rubbed her clit. I looked around the store. Still no one.

"That's it. Give her a good stroking. Get her hot. That's it. Get your fingers in there, good and deep. While you're at it, go for her tits, man. Don't forget her tits."

He kept his one hand buried deeply between her legs while he reached forward and took hold of her breasts. He gently squeezed them. She moaned and bit down on a finger. He squeezed harder, then began to massage her tits, rubbing his hands back and forth across her chest, fondling her nipples until they were long and thick. She moaned again and began to rock her hips, pushing her swollen cunt down onto his probing fingers. He responded by pressing deeper between her lips until her pantyhose were almost up inside her, forced taut over her clit. She began to pull his hand across her breasts, pressing it hard against her. She breathed deeply, massaging her own tits with his hand.

Suddenly she reached down, took hold of the fabric covering her crotch and tore it open. She grabbed his hand and guided his fingers further up inside her. She whimpered as he probed her vagina. She held his wrist and rubbed herself on his hand, faster and harder. Soon she was softly gasping, moaning. She clamped her knees tightly together, seizing his hand between her thighs. She held her breath and then gasped again, spread her legs and pumped his fingers in and out of her. She was squirming in her chair now, moaning, breathing hard. Again and again she brought her legs together then flung them widely apart, all the while grinding her hips down onto the clerk's hand. She began her orgasm with a stifled cry. What happened next really caught me by surprise. In the throes of her orgasm, she reached forward and pulled the young man's head down between her thighs. He stumbled off the stool and knelt between her legs, letting her pull him up into her hips until she was grinding her steaming cunt against his face. She leaned back and swung her legs up over his shoulders, then jammed his head into her, holding him there while she climaxed fully, shuddering again and again, forcing herself against his face, prolonging the ecstasy that was coursing through her body.

I was incredibly aroused by the intensity of her orgasm. She was completely overtaken by the electricity inside her. She held the clerk's face against her crotch for a few moments more, then let go and slumped down into the chair. Her head lolled to one side. The clerk untangled himself from her legs and looked up at me. His face was wet – from sweat, from her juices, from both. He looked down. His cock formed a huge tent in his pants and the wet spot had spread dark and wide. I grinned at him and nodded.

"Go ahead, man. She'll take care of it."

He paused briefly, seeming unable to believe what was happening. He unzipped his fly and pried his stiff cock out into the open. Sensing something going on, Jan opened her eyes and looked down at the shaft he was holding in his hand. She looked up at me, then at him. She quickly sat up and smoothed her skirt down across her thighs, brought her legs together.

"Uh-uh, not here, not with him..."

"Give it up Jan. Just do him. He's going to explode any minute."

"I refuse to be fucked by some stranger in the middle of a shoe store!"

"You don't have to let him fuck you Jan. Give him a blow job. You know you need the practice."

She sat there for a moment, deliberating with herself, then turned and looked around the shop. There was no one else in sight. She pushed him back away from her and slipped down off the chair to her knees. She hesitated, looked around once more, then took his throbbing cock between her lips and began to timidly suck on him. It took some coaxing but she soon had him all the way inside her mouth. She held the base of his shaft between her fingers and stroked him a little while she bobbed her head up and down on his stiff cock.

The clerk stood there, stunned by his luck. Who'd have thought that just showing up for work could lead to a gorgeous blonde woman sucking your cock? He bent down and dropped his hands under her blouse and fondled her breasts. It was the last thing he needed to do. Without warning, he shot a massive load of cum into her mouth. She pulled back in surprise, gagging, spitting the semen out into her hand. Several more spurts shot out from his dancing cock, hitting her skirt and blouse.

"For god's sake!" she sputtered and coughed. "Damn it, where did that all come from? Why do you guys always have to do it in my mouth? That is so disgusting. I almost choked!"

"Sorry! Sorry! I just couldn't hold it. You were too good, I couldn't hold it...!" He turned to me, unsure if I too would be angry, of what he'd let himself in for.

I stood there and surveyed the scene: a line of cum swinging from the guy's stiff cock, Jan on her knees in front of him, her skirt and blouse spattered with the sticky mess. I was so aroused I was going to fuck her myself right then and there if we didn't leave immediately. I stepped forward and helped her up off the floor and threw her coat around her shoulders. I pressed some bills into the clerk's hand and told him to keep the change – he'd earned it.

We headed for the door.

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