INTRODUCTION

Let me tell you about my new girlfriend, Janie. We’ve been going together for a couple of months now, and I think I’m falling in love with her, but at the same time she scares the hell out of me. She has the sweet, innocent face of an angel and a hot, athletic body. Her breasts are nice sized, not huge, but firm and perky. She has a smooth, flat stomach and a nice round butt. Her long, straight hair is a beautiful, natural strawberry blond. Her personality is warm and charming, and everyone who meets her likes her. But when it comes to sex, behind that lovely exterior lurks the daughter of Satan. You see, she likes to be on top. I mean, she really likes to be on top. I’ve never come across a girl who likes to dominate men before, and I never thought of myself as submissive, but she is opening up a whole new world for me.


AT THE RESTAURANT

On one of our first dates, we were sitting next to each other in a booth at a nice restaurant. After we ordered, and while we were waiting for our appetizers, I felt her hand rub my crotch under the table. I liked that. She unbuckled my belt and pulled down the zipper. I was rock hard by now and I looked around to see if anybody was watching. She pulled my dick out of my underwear and started to stroke it, while acting as if nothing was going on. Whenever somebody came by, she would stop, which was frustrating. Then she would start in again. Every time I started getting going, the waitress would bring some food or the damn busboy would come along and fill the water glasses. By the time the entr?came I was sweating and panting. Janie stopped stroking me to eat her dinner. I gobbled mine down, but she ate hers at a slow, leisurely pace. When she finished, she started on my dick again in earnest. By this time a couple at another table had figured out what was going on and looked at us with mild disgust. At that point, I didn’t care. She kept stroking faster, and suddenly I came. My arms shuddered on the table top. The other couple looked over again, appalled. The waitress was walking by and knew immediately what was going on. Janie calmly asked for the check, and I reached down to zip myself up. What I felt nearly gave me a heart attack. My pants were covered with come. I tried wiping it up with my napkin, but that mostly just spread it around. If I went into the bathroom and washed it off, my pants would take hours to dry. There was no way I was going to be able to clean it up. I would have to walk out and hope nobody noticed. When the check came, I tossed the money onto the tray, leaving enough for a colossal tip. I whispered to Janie, “Walk out ahead of me, and for God’s sake stay close.”

She smiled, batted her pretty green eyes, and said in a voice as sweet as molasses, “Oh no, Brandon honey, you go first.”

I walked out with her behind me, the mess on my pants in plain view. People sitting near the aisle could probably smell it as I passed. That’s one restaurant I will never be able to go into again.


THE OTHER APARTMENT

The first time Janie came to my apartment, I was showing her the view, and she exclaimed, “Hey, I know some people in that building over there. Dan and Michele. I’ve been to their place. I bet they can see in here.”

I didn’t think anything more about it until a week or so later. I was at home when the phone rang. It was Janie.

“Brandon, are you up for something a little bit adventurous?” she asked.

Today I would know better, but at the time I didn’t realize what she was capable of. I said, “Uh, I guess so.”

She said, “Put the phone on speaker.” When I did, she went on, “I’m over at Dan and Michele’s, in the apartment building across the way. We can see you.”

I looked at the building she had pointed out before, but I couldn’t see anybody looking out. I later found out they had the lights off and were watching with binoculars.

She said, “Honey we want you to take off your clothes.”

I said, “You want WHAT?”

She replied, “Dan and Michele and I want to see you strip for us.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I thought about hanging up on her, but something was urging me on. I was surprised to discover that I was getting a little excited. I decided, “Oh, what the hell.”

I started to take off my clothes, and when I got down to my underwear, I heard an unfamiliar female voice in the background say, “Not bad. Make him turn around.”

Janie said, “Put your hands on your head and turn around slowly.”

My face must have been beet red at this point, but I did as she said. I noticed that I had a serious hard on, which I hoped they couldn’t see from that distance.

“OK, now take off your underpants,” Janie said.

I was mortified. I didn’t know what to do. But some irresistible force was driving me on. I pulled down my underwear, and my dick bounced up. It occurred to me that this Dan guy, whoever he was, was the first man who ever saw me with a boner.

Janie’s voice got very serious. “Now we want to see you jerk off.”

“No,” I moaned incredulously.

“Yes,” she replied, not angrily but with firm determination.

I felt like I was in some kind of trance.