I’m going to be frank; Jane is drop-dead gorgeous and a picture of grace. There’s something about the way it feels just being around her–it can be equal parts intimidating and welcoming at the same time. She has the most captivating emerald eyes and a picture-perfect smile to match. Beyond that, she sports a body that stands out in any outfit–and to be more specific–she’s a 5’6″ brunette, incredibly fit thanks to regular gym days, with an ass that gets most guys that pass by doing a double-take. To top it off, Jane knows she’s attractive, but she’s shy and modest about her natural beauty, and that makes me even prouder to be her fiancé.
We met innocently enough. My manager wanted to spruce up the office with some murals like a lot of other contemporary offices downtown, so we hired an up-and-coming art studio to do the job. As I was walking through the halls at work one day, I saw her talking to a coworker. That was the first time her ass got me. When she turned around suddenly and happened to look at me, time slowed down, and I spilled my coffee. I couldn’t help it, her gaze felt like getting struck by lightning. And true to her kind nature, she rushed over to make sure I was okay and introduced herself.
The rest was history.
We went on a couple of dates afterwards, and when the studio finished their work on my office, Jane continued to stop by during lunch or after my shift so we could spend more time together. This was great, as I wasn’t the brashest guy around, so I always hesitated before asking her out or initiating any type of communication.
We didn’t have sex until much later, and I found out that she’s a bit more inexperienced in that department, having only been with two guys before meeting me. This was amazing as we were both already around our 30’s and you don’t get out of college without messing around more than a few times. This was especially surprising as Jane, again, is an absolute stunner.
Anyways, as you can guess, the sex with her was well worth the wait. Jane didn’t have many fancy moves, but her body and passion was mind-blowing. I have pretty good self-control, but she looks so damn sexy underneath me that one time early on, the lovemaking got so heated, and I broke out in a full-on nosebleed. I still finished. I had to. But that was messy.
Jane matched whatever request I had of her in bed, though we did keep it relatively tame. Like most couples we eventually stopped having sex every hour of every day, but it was still something I looked forward to whenever we were together. There’s nothing quite like seeing her toned ass as it comes down on my cock again and again–it’s honestly so mesmerizing. I’ve caught myself more than a few times just daydreaming about her body. We would later start defaulting to missionary and reverse cowgirl during lovemaking, but it was still the case that no one in my past relationships has ever compared to sex with Jane.
This, coupled with the fact that everything always feels so right when I’m with her, meant that about a year on into our relationship, I had no choice but to get down on one knee and propose. This made Jane my fiancée, and me, a very lucky man.
Now that you’re all caught up, we can move forward to one fateful day, and learn a bit more about my hidden fetish that changed our relationship forever.
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I woke up a little groggy that day.
When I stretched out and glanced at my phone on the bedside table, it looked to be closer to lunch time, and I remembered that Jane had the car. She wanted to drop off a few things at her studio in the morning before coming back to get me and have a late lunch with some of our mutual friends.
However, as usual, it felt like I was rock hard down there this afternoon. I figured I had a good half hour, so I decided to get to work on my “afternoon” wood, using my phone’s incognito browser so I wouldn’t have to get up and grab my laptop. Something remarkable about porn nowadays is that you can access it everywhere, on anything! Not that you’d always want to, but it’s still mind-boggling and super convenient.
Technology.
After a bit of a hasty finish, I see a message pop up on the screen from Jane saying she’s about 5 minutes away. No problem. I throw on something decent and make my way to the front door. The lunch isn’t a special event, just a quick hangout so I didn’t need to wear anything special.
When I receive another message from Jane, I head out to be greeted by her lovely smiling face from inside the car. She hops out, and I hop into the driver’s seat, but not before exchanging a peck as she heads on over to the passenger side. I always stop and take note of her sexy sway; that’s never going to get old.
We talk a little bit about what to expect as we pull out of the driveway. Jessie and Reiner have been my friends since high school that ended up getting married after graduation, and I had already introduced them to Jane — who they got along with swimmingly. We assumed there was going to be more discussions about our own wedding which was fast approaching. Tammy, Jane’s best friend since elementary, would also be there. We always prepared ourselves when Tammy would be around, as we all knew it was going to require a bit more energy to match hers.
While we’re discussing this, I realize we’ve been listening to a dull sports commentary on the radio.
“Hey babe” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “What is this station?”
“Oh, I thought you’d want to listen to one of those basketball shows in the background.”
“What? That’s really sweet!” I really did think this was incredibly thoughtful of her, but I knew for a fact she hated listening to sports radio hosts talk about the game the night before, though more importantly, I hadn’t had a chance to catch a highlight yet because I went straight to bed after yesterday’s shift. “You can change it to your music though, let’s listen to something fun instead?”
This was immediately greeted by a nice peck on the cheek. I was the man. Honestly, sometimes with Jane, it felt like I could do no wrong.
Except, I wasn’t perfect. Far from it.
As I came off the highway exit that would bring us five minutes from the restaurant, I hear the radio station stop abruptly as Jane changes the car’s audio input. I should have anticipated what was about to go wrong as she selected the option for “Bluetooth”.
The car radio immediately connected to the phone.
My phone.
Apparently, the car’s Bluetooth picks up whichever phone was last connected. Otherwise, you would need to manually switch the phone it connects to–after the fact. Another fact I learned that day was that if you had a video playing and didn’t close it, that’s no problem at all for your helpful car Bluetooth, which just continues playing the audio for you right where you left off.