The Test

I knew where she was headed and I was beginning to get myself back under control. 'Would you like me to demonstrate?'

'I thought you'd never ask.' She laughed again.

Just for a few seconds longer we looked at each other, a sort of primal hunger on both our faces, and then she climbed onto the bed and lay back, opening her legs wide and looking at me expectantly. I wasn't going to turn that sort of invitation down, I hurriedly climbed between her legs and then knelt there transfixed, gazing down at the most beautiful pussy. Perhaps it's difficult to see beauty in a pussy, but it wasn't for me that day because she had exactly the kind I go for, shaved smooth of course, but also neat and trim, not surrounded by the oversized swollen outer labia or with the sprawling folds of inner lips that put me off, but just neat and tidy. And it wasn't just beautiful, it was welcoming, her pale pink clit peeked out from under its hood and her darker pink vagina shone open and warm. I couldn't help but just stare, taking in that wonderful sight.

'Do it.' She instructed me suddenly. 'Let's find out if you're as good as you say you are.'

It came across a bit imperious but I didn't mind because it jolted me out of my reverie. I leaned forward, putting my hands on her knees to hold them apart and back, and then I lowered my mouth to her pussy. She tasted every bit as good as she looked.

I love going down on a woman, it is one of the most intimate things you can do and because I genuinely fancied Jodie I wanted to be really intimate with her. My first contact was deliberately very gentle, just a soft lick with the flat of my tongue from one end of her slit to the other. I paused, brushed her clit with the tip and then did it again, running all the way along her from her perineum to her clitoral hood and then back, enjoying the musky taste of her juices as I went past her entrance. Then I did exactly the same again, and again, pressing just a little more firmly each time. Soon she was moaning quietly and when I looked up the length of her body I could see her hands cupping her breasts and her head rolling slowly from side to side. Now I knew she was enjoying what I was doing so it was time to get a little more intense, and so when my tongue found her entrance next I paused and pushed it inside, lapping at her and running it around her passage as far inside her and my limited reach would stretch before I moved on to her clit, drawing that between my lips and flicking at the end with my tongue. She began to respond, making a tiny gasp each time along with an involuntary twitch of her hips and so I concentrated more and more on her clit, pushing her labia apart with my thumbs to make it more accessible and just stopping occasionally to suddenly stab my tongue into her vagina. It wasn't long before her gasps became louder and more insistent and the little twitches grew to become actual jerks with her hips. I smiled to myself, feeling her pelvis start to move, gyrating gently under my attentions. I could tell that she was on the way to orgasm.

Even so, when she did come she caught me by surprise. She suddenly grabbed at my hair, letting out a loud groan and pushing my face into her pussy, her hips thrusting up against me, jerking and jolting in time to loud grunts. She was rubbing herself on my face, spreading her wetness over me and making it difficult for me to breathe. I won't say it didn't bother me, the sudden transition from gentle to aggressive lover was quite a shock, but I stayed with it, even in a perverse sort of way enjoying the change that I had caused. Then when her climax finally passed and she released my hair I was gasping for breath at least as much as she was and I knelt there between her legs and looked up at her wondering what to say. In the end it was Jodie who spoke first.

'Phew! You really are good.' She smiled wanly. 'And I'm sorry if I nearly smothered you.'

'I'll get over it.' I grinned, knowing my face was shining with her juices.

I figured that now it was time for my own release, and so I squirmed up the bed between her legs, feeling my erection touching the soft skin of her inner thigh as I moved higher.

'Oooh.' She said, still a little short of breath but her eyes sparkling. 'You must be a mind reader, that's just what I was thinking of.'

My cock found her entrance almost of its own accord and was soon resting with its tip just inside her. It was almost as if it was waiting for permission to enter, but I didn't want to wait, I had all the permission I needed from the gasp of pleasure in my ear.

'Kiss me while you're inside me.' Jodie whispered breathlessly, putting her arms around me and pulling me closer, presenting her mouth to me as she did so.

I didn't answer that; I just pressed my mouth to hers and began to push myself home very gently, very slowly, taking my time to enter her as we kissed. I just knew that we both wanted to take it long and slow, making it last as long as we could. I kissed her several times as I languidly thrust in and out of her, pulling out right to the edge and then gradually thrusting myself deep inside her. The first kiss, and maybe the second too, were a little limited by our leftover shortness of breath, but the rest were beautiful, long lingering kisses that should have been more appropriate between longstanding partners than one time lovers.

Of course very soon desire took over and we began to speed up. She began thrusting back at me, urging me on, her pelvis rising to meet me, always it seemed just that little quicker than me, so that I started to thrust faster until we were moving too fast to carry on kissing. We were fucking now rather than making love. I hooked my hands under her shoulders and plunged into her as hard and as fast as I could, all thoughts of her husband, my workmate Norman, entirely forgotten. Her face lay next to my cheek now, her arms were around me holding me as tight as she could, and I could hear her gasping in my ear with each thrust. I suddenly realised that I was on the way to coming and I had no idea if she was safe.

'Can I...? I asked, hoping she would understand.

'Yes.' She gasped. I felt her head nodding urgently next to mine. 'Don't hold back.'

God, I was so glad to hear her say that. I could feel my climax getting closer and closer and I could simply let it happen without worrying. I pounded her relentlessly, thrusting as hard as I could, feeling my cock plunge into the depths of her pussy, sliding past warm wet walls of her passage, and it felt wonderful. All the time she was gasping 'yes, yes, don't stop', into my ear, giving me encouragement to fuck her harder. Then I could feel my balls tightening ready to flood her with my cum.

'I'm going to come.' I warned her breathlessly.

'Good.' She croaked back. 'Me too.'

We came simultaneously, or maybe I beat her to it by about half a second. Whichever, it didn't matter, it was close enough. I felt myself on the brink and drove my cock into her as forcefully as I could, feeling my climax explode and my cum flood into her. At that moment her fingers tightened on my shoulders and she bucked and writhed beneath me, making those same gasping grunts as before. I pushed into her even as she pushed back, already buried to my full depth but both still trying to drill deeper as spurts of cum drenched her pussy,

Eventually it was over and I slumped on top of her spent and gasping for breath while she sprawled beneath me with her chest heaving and her heart pounding as hard as mine. I prised myself up and rolled away, only then feeling the pain of the furrows her nails had dug into my back to leave me a wonderful souvenir. We lay side by side, naked and sweating, her hand finding mine and gripping it while we got our breath back. It was some minutes we lay like that before she turned her face to look at me.

'That was wonderful.' She told me with a smile as I turned my own head to meet her gaze.

'Bloody fantastic.' I agreed, squeezing her hand, unable to find a better way of expressing what I felt. She might have failed Norman's test, but she'd definitely passed mine.

'I get the impression you'd be as good with your hands as you are with your tongue.' She said suddenly. 'Am I right?'

'Maybe.' I smiled. I like to think I know how a woman likes to be touched.

'And perhaps a little bit kinky?'

'Possibly.' I answered a little warily, not sure where this was going.

There was a distinct pause while we stared at each other, me looking puzzled and Jodie seemingly mulling something over.

'Would you like to come and see me again?' She asked quietly, her thoughtful expression turning to one of expectation.

'You bet I would.' I replied, grinning, my heart skipping at the thought of a repeat.

'Regularly?'

I just gazed at her, astonished at the possibility.

'You're good.' She continued. 'I could do with more of that.'

Her directness still astounded me, but this time I managed to squeak an answer. 'Of course I would. But we'd have to be careful of your husband.'

'No we wouldn't.' She shook her head at me, grinning broadly.

'But what if he found out?'

Her grin faded and she looked at me seriously. 'It wouldn't matter.' She took a deep breath. 'There's something you should know.'

I felt suddenly cold, fearing for what I might hear. 'Go on then.'

She turned on her side and propped her head on one hand. 'I know you aren't really a television repairman.' She began. 'I know you work with Norman, and I know he put you up to this.'

I opened my mouth in defensive astonishment, but before I could speak she put her hand up to stop me.

'Hear me out.' She said. 'And forgive us.'

She stopped, took another deep breath and then continued. 'Norman is a lovely man and he means the world to me, but to put it bluntly he can't satisfy me. He's so much older and he's simply neither energetic enough nor adventurous enough. So we talked and we decided that I should take a lover, a fuck buddy if you like. Someone I'm not romantically involved with but who can keep up with me. But it couldn't be anyone we knew socially because they probably wouldn't be discreet enough and Norman would die of shame if it got out. So we decided he'd pick someone for me and send them here on false pretences, and then if I liked them I could say yes if they tried it on. So you see that's how you were chosen, because Norman trusts you and I fancy you.'

'So how many have you 'tried out' before me then?' I asked, not sure how I felt.

She giggled briefly. 'That television isn't very reliable, you're the third repairman it's needed this week. But you're the first one to get me into bed. I'm hoping we can make it a regular thing.'

Suddenly Norman's careful phrasing about behaving appropriately and me finding the extra holes in the television cable all made sense. It wasn't me testing his wife's fidelity; it was her testing my suitability as a fuck buddy. I wasn't sure if I should be annoyed at being deceived or pleased at passing the test. But then I looked at her resting naked next to me and decided to be pleased at passing the test.