She rushed from the room and up the stairs.
“I’ll go and get a cloth.” Tom hurried to the kitchen, returning in moments with a rung out cloth.
Jane had stacked all the cups back on the tray and took it out as he dealt with the spill. He rinsed the dripping cloth under the hot tap, as Jane put the last of the dishes in the machine, she pressed the button to start it. Tom drying his hands, watching her every move from a close proximity. As she turned from her task her face was level with his chest.
“Sarah will be up there scrubbing that trouser leg with a nail brush, she will be a while.” She drew a nail down the front of his shirt, letting a finger slip inside between the buttons. “What will we do to pass the time until she comes down?” she enquired in a sultry tone. Her finger reappeared, traveling south, finding the swelling in his trousers, trailing over the length. Staring into his eyes, “can you think of anything?” she whispered, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.
“Janey, you are mad?” Tom said and smiled. “I think Mum will be down in a minute.”
“Better be quick then” Jane whispered. “This is that chance you have been thinking about all evening,” she touched his lips with her finger, “I have been watching you. I know.”
Tom slowly unzipped his fly and pulled himself out, he was semi-hard and he held it for a moment.
“My god you are big!” Jane blurted, “when I stood for you twenty years ago all swaddled in the christening clothes, little did I know where you would finish.”
“I have always felt a little different, always getting sidelong glances in the changing room. A disadvantage has turned into an advantage since I matured.” As he spoke he stroked the length, the loose skin on the tip retracting and the sheer weight and girth keeping his cock dangling close to his thigh.
In her jeans and blouse she slowly crouched to the level of his belt, holding him by his hips to steady herself she kissed the front of the member. “I think this is going to provide a lot of pleasure my lucky, lucky Tom.”
She grasped the thickening shaft and filled her mouth with tip and loose foreskin making a pleasure sigh at the novelty of this sensation. She sucked lightly. Tom’s senses were whirring but he kept one sense ready for a quick reaction should Sarah return.
Leaning herself forward just enough to enable herself to accommodate more of him in her mouth, the remainder of his length she circled with one hand. Her warm mouth and closed fingers began to work in an harmonious rhythm, her free hand straying from his hip to grasp the tight cheek of his bottom pulling him closer.
His hands flew to her head, fingers burying in her soft dark curls. Sensing he was close, she increased her speed just a little. With a deep sigh he thrust his hips forward filling her mouth and throat with his fluid. Swallowing deeply, she released her hold on him, running her tongue over his tip before tucking him back in and closing his zip.
Standing up she straightened her shirt and fingered her hair back to order. Looking directly into his eyes once more, tracing the outline of her lips with a finger and thumb, ensuring they were free from any tell-tale wetness, “we will finish this later,” she whispered in his ear.