Vanilla (12 page)

Jess sat next to Max and took in the first
view.

She was speechless.

And that really didn't happen very often.

On the bed were three naked people. Two women
and one man.

The man was naked and on his knees.

One of the women - a blonde, with enormous
boobs - was lying in front of the man and he was licking her
out.

The brunette, a really skinny woman with flat
tits, was wearing a strap-on and fucking him in the arse.

"I can't watch this," Max said, actually
hiding his eyes with his arm. Jess could see that he didn't know
whether to laugh or cry. "That's gotta hurt!"

Jess laughed. "You think?"

"We need to move!" Max said, jumping up and
going to the next window.

The view here was slightly more
appetising.

There were two women kissing each other, and
two men positioned behind them, caressing the women's tits as they
kissed. It didn't look like the men were interested in each other,
but the women were certainly enjoying.

The naked flesh and the passion they were
witnessing was making Jess tingle.

"This is better," Max said.

Jess nodded.

"It's like a porn film, really. We can't hear
them, though. Do you think they can see us, or do you think it's
just mirror their side?"

"Mirror, I'd say." Max stood up and laid his
body against the window. No one in the room batted an eyelid, or
lost the rhythm of what they were doing.

The two couples had changed position now. One
of the women was lying down and one of the men was going down on
her - not the man that had been feeling her tits though. The other
woman was giving the other man a blowjob.

"It must be a nightmare to work out who goes
where next and to do what!" Jess said whispering, as though they
could hear her.

"Are you turned on?" she asked Max, turning
away from the foursome.

"A little bit." Max grinned.

They moved on to the last sofa.

Two women were having sex, one of them
wearing a strap-on. There was a man sitting on a chair watching and
playing with himself.

Jess stared at him - they were both hot
women, but he was not a hot man. He looked like a fat, squat
toad.

She hoped he had a tissue!

"Jess," Max called her and when she turned,
he caught her with a kiss. A soft, gentle, very normal kiss.

"I'm so glad we don't do this," he said,
gesturing to the windows.

Jess smiled. "Me too."

Max continued to kiss her as he tugged at her
jeans. He undid them and then pulled away from her so he could
undress her.

When she was naked, he laid her down on the
sofa that faced the two women together, but from where she lay, she
couldn't see the fat man.

Max pulled off his jeans and trunks and lay
on her, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear.

"I don't mind being vanilla, if this is
vanilla," Jess said, breathing deeply as Max entered her.

"Me neither," Max agreed, making love to his
girlfriend, oblivious to all the wild and wacky sex going on around
them.

Afterwards, as they dressed, Jess smiled. "I
hope that wasn't a trick and people were watching us!"

Max's eyes were wide.

And they both burst out laughing.

As they drove home, Jess raised the subject
of number ten on the list - golden showers.

Max shook his head as soon as she mentioned
it.

"Jess, I love you, and I haven't minded any
of the stuff so far. I think I'm pretty open-minded, but there's no
way. No way."

Jess smiled. She didn't really want to argue
with him. She wasn't keen to pee on him or be peed on. She really
didn't get it.

Shall we go straight to number eleven
then?"

Max shrugged. "Depends what number eleven
is?"

Jess smiled. "Bum fun?"

Max burst out laughing. "Bum fun? Mine or
yours?"

Jess grinned. "Either, I guess."

Max was shaking his head as he drove. "Can't
we just go back to number one?"

.

The next day Jess rang her expert in 'water
sports'. She really didn't get this one at all - each to their own,
absolutely, but what was hot about pee?

She didn't mind peeing in the shower, but
then she was on her own and it was more a case of the hot water and
sound of water combining to make her need to go - even if she'd
only just gone.

But peeing for pleasure - no chance. Plus it
would be messy and smelly.

But she would be interested to talk to
someone who enjoyed it - to see if she could understand why.

The phone answered after a few rings. "Maisie
speaking."

Jess introduced herself and they arranged to
meet.

This was going to be weird.

They met at a greasy spoon, and Jess pulled
out her notepad.

Maisie, more than any of the other women she
had met, looked normal, but more than that - she was a little bit
frumpy. She was probably late thirties, early forties. She was
overweight, with long grey hair.

She didn't look adventurous.

They ordered their food and then Jess took
the lid off her pen.

"Shoot!"

Maisie smiled. "I know not a lot of people
understand what I do, but I love it."

Jess nodded. She really didn't get it, but
she didn't want to be rude.

"The first time it was by accident," Maisie
said. "My bladder was pretty full but my boyfriend pounced on me.
During sex, it felt uncomfortable but kind of exciting. When I
came, a bit of pee came out. I found it really hot. He didn't; he
broke up with me."

Jess made a sympathetic face, pretty sure
that she would dump someone who peed the bed, before, during or
after sex.

"I started getting into the fetish scene
then, trying to find someone who was on my wavelength. I eventually
met James."

Jess smiled, trying to look pleased for
Maisie. She was really struggling to get the sexiness of pee.

"We love water sports. And we're quite
extreme - do you mind me saying...?"

Jess shook her head. "Not at all - as long as
you don't mind telling me?"

Maisie shook her head and Jess got the
feeling that she was happy to talk to someone who would not openly
judge her.

"Okay, so first of all, pee is warm, which is
lovely. We usually watch each other pee as part of foreplay. Then I
love being peed on. On my clothes, face, hair, whatever. I drink it
too."

"Really?" Jess couldn't help it.

"Yeah - it's nice."

Jess couldn't believe what she was hearing.
She knew people enjoyed different things and she'd heard of golden
showers before, so there must be a few people into it. But she was
pretty happy that Max had put his foot down.

If he hadn't, she would have.

.

By the time she left Maisie, Jess was a
little bit in shock. She obviously wasn't as open-minded as she
once thought. Drinking each other's pee? Pee in your hair or face?
All she could think the whole time was eeeeeew!

Having decided that number ten was a no-no,
and that moving on to number eleven was the way forward, Jess
visited good old Ann Summers again. This time, she was going to
pick up a butt-plug - though she wasn't really sure about them.
Apparently, you whip them out at the point of orgasm, but did she
really want shit flying round her bedroom?

She was realising how squeamish she was about
messy sex, but maybe that was no bad thing - after all, who wanted
to get the bleach out after every sex session!

.

Max got home at six - as usual - and Jess was
ready for him.

They ate quickly and then she took his hand
and led him upstairs.

"Okay, bum stuff..."

Max nodded. "What's the plan, Jessie?"

"Showers first?" Jess giggled.

Max nodded and they took turns to give
themselves a good wash.

Jess wasn't an anal sex fan. She'd actually
never done it, except once when an ex boyfriend slipped a bit and
went in the wrong hole.

She trusted Max though.

They sat on the bed. "Have you ever done it?"
Jess asked, realising that, three years into their relationship,
she ought to know this about him really.

"Once or twice." Max nodded. He seemed to be
unsure as to whether this was a good thing to tell her.

"Really? You've never tried it with me." Jess
actually felt a bit put out.

"Didn't think you were interested." Max
shrugged.

"So, what, I should have asked you for
it?"

Max took her hand. "Don't be cross. I just
never thought about it. It's only okay."

Jess nodded, slightly mollified. It wasn't
like she felt that she'd been missing out. She knew a few friends
who liked it, but she was a worrier and always worried about
poo.

After all, poo comes out of bums, so did she
really want anything going up there? Didn't sound like the best
plan to her.

But then she knew that some people loved
it.

And she was sexually adventurous, wasn't she?
She didn't want to be peed on, but surely that was normal.

"So..." Jess took the butt plugs from her
drawer.

Max took them off her. She had two butt plugs
- one pink, one blue, his and hers - and a tube of lube.

"I don't know what to do..." Jess's voice
trailed off. Did you just shove them up there and carry on?

She realised she should have spent time
ringing her anal expert instead of her peeing expert.

"Lie on your stomach," Max instructed
her.

Jess did as she was told.

He started kissing her back, her neck, her
shoulders. He snaked an arm down and started caressing her bum
cheeks.

This, Jess liked.

Nothing scary or painful.

Max slipped his tongue in her ear.

"Lift your butt up." Jess tucked her knees
under so her bum was higher up and Max was able to spread her
cheeks.

It felt unnatural but she was willing to go
with it.

She felt a little bit naughty and
exposed.

Max caressed her backside, and traced his
finger right along the crack of her arse.

It felt nice, it felt tingly.

Max kissed her butt cheek, nibbling and
sucking on the skin.

Jess was enjoying - she felt nervous but
excited.

Max ran his tongue along her bum hole.

She moaned. It felt good but she was also
reserved - she couldn't help but worry that it was smelly or that
she might fart.

"Relax," Max said, kissing her bum cheeks
again.

She was trying. Max got the lube and dribbled
some onto her skin. Using one finger, he traced the crack of her
butt again, lingering over her bum hole.

Jess almost felt embarrassed that she was
liking it.

"Okay?" Max asked.

"Yeah," Jess said, and then took a sharp
intake of breath as she felt just the tip of Max's finger slip
inside her arse.

Jess couldn't believe that Max had his finger
in her arse-hole. She hoped to god there was no poo up there.

She was caught between wanting to relax and
enjoy the new sensations and panicking about them.

"Relax," Max said again, removing his finger.
"Is it okay?"

Jess nodded. "Yeah - I'm kind of half and
half."

Max kissed her neck and slipped his tongue
into her ear. Jess felt more lube drop onto her skin; it was so
cold, she jumped.

Max picked up the butt-plug. "Tell me if you
want me to stop."

Jess nodded. Her throat was dry.

Max rubbed at her bum cheeks, caressing her
and squeezing at her, then she felt his finger slip through the
lube, rubbing at her bum hole. It was really delicious and
naughty.

Then she felt Max slowly push the butt plug
inside her. She tried to stay relaxed - it actually felt quite
good. It was a different feeling - one she obviously hadn't felt
before, and it didn't feel like needing the toilet, it felt like
sex... like good, horny sex.

"Okay?" Max asked, once it was fully inside
her.

Jess nodded.

"Turn over," Max said.

Jess turned over, aware of the plug in her
bum. It was weird but nice. She felt aroused by it and a little bit
filthy.

Max started kissing her and Jess kissed him
back - the whole time aware of her bum. She felt full.

Max started kissing down her body, heading
for her pussy.

Jess squirmed and wriggled as Max licked her
out. She was feeling so horny from the butt plug that she came
within seconds. She was super turned-on and also a bit bashful.

"Lie on your stomach," she told Max -
thinking she should do the same for him. "Butt in the air," she
said. She had read that a man's G-spot was up his bum - she didn't
know how true that was, but if he was willing, she was willing.
And, if he was happy to stick something in her arse, he should be
happy for her to do the same to him!

Max had a gorgeous arse, and Jess normally
loved rubbing and squeezing it, even kissing it, but butt cracks
were a whole different thing. She could say one thing for sure -
there was no way her tongue was going anywhere near it.

She got some lube and dripped it onto Max's
bum. She started rubbing it and massaging him - sticking firmly
with the cheeks and nothing else.

She didn't know if she was brave enough - to
let her fingers go where they had never gone before. This was
starting to feel more like a weird biology experiment than a sex
session, and after all, she'd already come. She could have happily
slipped out her butt plug now and gone to sleep.

Max was raring to go though, so Jess got more
lube and ventured near the crack of his arse.

Using one hand to spread his cheeks a little
bit, she slowly ran a finger over Max's bum hole. Max moaned.

Jess poured more lube on and traced her
finger near his bum hole - did she dare?