Continuation

*Jane Pov*

"Walk away and stop this madness from continuing" I told myself.

"But he is my boyfriend," I managed to say. It was lame and of course not an answer. Or was it? Robbed of concentration I did not want an argument about whether I loved my boyfriend or not. Anyway, right now I was painfully aware of how much I had moaned on about him during the past week.

I was also thinking about how suddenly full of faults he seemed and boring compared to Mike, and the opportunity being offered. Then the other side of me head-butted in again and told me sternly that this was wrong and should not be happening.

I lifted my hand and placed it on his, meaning to stop him stroking my tits, but he brushed it away. This seemed to evaporate the little will I had to try and interrupt him from doing what he was doing. The problem was it felt so good.

"But he is not here," Mike said, and with a swift movement, he placed two hands on my bare waist and moved me around, so I was pressed against the fridge. There was a sense of being hemmed in that left me struggling with the idea that I liked being trapped.

"Pull yourself together"I said to myself. Nothing has happened yet. Stop it before it does!

"I know he is not here," I said. "But that does not," My voice faltered because Mike's hands were all over my body now and his face had a look of concentration on it which got my attention. Like he was checking me out. Assessing me. I knew I should be cross at this treatment. I am not a piece of meat, but I can not help but want him. I could see he liked what he saw and that excited me.

Then the other side of my head-butted in. "What about your girlfriend?" I said, trying to sound stern, but I knew it had come out as a weak and pathetic. His hands were either side of my face now.

"I don't think you give any more of a fuck about my girlfriend, that is if I have one, than I do about your boyfriend," he said.

The harshness of that jolted me back to reality for just a moment. That wasn't true, was it? In the same instance, I gasped realising what he was going to do.

My eyes widened as I watched his hands go down again to my top. They moved fast but it still felt like slow motion to me.

My hands rose to stop him but again I allowed him to easily brush them away and they fell limply to my sides.

"No," I whispered but he made no reaction to my feeble protest. Very slowly and deliberately his fingers slipped the remaining two buttons open. For a moment he held the two now separated sides of the top together.

I held my breath and then with a smile, he opened it, revealing my tits.

"You have beautiful breasts," he said, looking down for just a moment and instantly cupping them in his hands.

I once again found that I was delighted at what he had said and his fingers touching them brought them instantly alive. Every gentle touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. From far away a thought wandered through my mind that I should be angry or at least self-conscious about what he was doing but I was not.

Slowly his hands caressed my chest, one hand on each bare breast.

"Is that nice," he asked softly.

"Yes," I whispered "but..."

The "but" had been meant to be another attempt to protest, but on the other hand, I felt I might just as easily added; that what he was doing was beyond nice.

However, he had talked over me anyway, so whichever comment I would have made was lost.

Asking if I liked them being kissed and without waiting for an answer, he had lowered his head and at the same time lifted my right tit with his hand. He sucked on my nipple and then took some of the mound of soft flesh deep into his mouth. When he withdrew his head, his mouth made a smacking sound, and once again he held my head in his hands and looked at me.

"Come be my assistant," he said. "It will be hard work, but we will play hard too." He paused and then added, "and it will be a lot of fun."

*Mike POV*

I realised her fingers had somehow started to absentmindedly play with the cord which held my pyjama bottoms up. Embarrassed she dropped it quickly, but this had given me the time to run my hands down her chest again, briefly cupping her breasts, before driving her crazy with a double nipple tweak. Once again helped by holding it, I took her right breast deep into my mouth. She let out a gasp of pleasure, as this time I was a little slower and a little firmer with my mouth.

That just heightened the pleasure. she gasped again when I swapped sides. Her hand found the back of my neck. This caused me to raise my head and I nuzzled her neck as she pulled me against her. For a moment she closed her eyes and gave in to the temptation. I was pressing her against the cold door of the fridge, but it all felt so good.

*Jane POV"

He slip the robe from my shoulders, so it fell to the ground, but this seemed to me like another step closer to disaster.

"We need to stop," I said, trying to summon up some strength to break away from what was happening. I placed both of my hands on his shoulders to push him away, whilst trying to ignore the excitement coursing through my body that touching his firm muscular arms was creating. But his response was to grab the back of my head and hold me so he could kiss me. I roze again simply waiting, expectantly, for his lips to touch mine.

My whole mind wanting, aching for his touch. My arms were still on his shoulders, but as we kissed the pressure on his shoulders fell to almost nothing.

His kiss pressed hard against my face, his lips gulping wide, eager to consume my mouth. For a moment I did not respond, and this caused our mouths to part and Mike to stare hard at me.

I found the strength to tense my arms again, to hold him away and I went to speak but he placed a finger on my lips.

"Sssssshhhhhh," he said, and I was silent. His finger ran down my mouth flicking it open.

"No," I murmured but it was really to myself, a comment on the way my feeble resistance was withering. my arms fell to my sides, and when Mike came in for a repeat kiss, I could not help but respond. My lips matched his own's eagerness, as we shared a long passionate kiss.

This time when mike pulled back, I wanted more. My hand came around the back of his neck and pulled his head towards me, making him kiss me again.

His hand slide inside my shorts as our mouths locked together. For a moment we paused kissing and he smiled, and I shyly smiled back.

"Do you like that?" He said, rubbing my pussy. Already my breathing was heavy so when I just nodded and said yes, I was already gasping. I began to say the word please as his hand between my legs began to work faster.

"Oh fuck," I wailed. My arms were back on his shoulders but this time it was for support. "Oh fuck," I wailed again. His hand slipped out from my shorts and he grazed on my breasts for a few moments causing me to throw my head back and arch my body.

*Mike POV*

For a moment I looked the beautiful girl in front of me and smiled. I was claiming her just as I had fantasised about doing, although I had never believed I would even try let alone succeed after the last incidence. Once more our eyes met, and I smile broadened, although there was no reaction from her.

Holding her gaze, I slowly slipped the open crop top from her shoulders and then I watched as she helped by slipping her arms out of it. I resumed kissing and sucking her tits and she grasped my head as soon as her hands were free from dropping the top onto the floor.

For a while, we stood kissing. My hands wandering all over her body. Occasionally I would stop and then very slowly and tenderly, I would kiss her tits. From her reactions, she loved that.

Suddenly we both jumped. There was a knock on the hotel door. It was quiet but insistent and of course, it was the early hours of the morning.