Over the next few months Tom and Janet developed a relationship that was centered around thoroughly and aggressively fucking each other's brains out. They both enjoyed this arraignment and saw no immediate reason to change course. What did evolve were the ways in which they initiated action and the situations they got into.

They developed a sort of unspoken dare between them. Neither one of them wanted to be the first to say no to the other's request, so no matter what time of day or whatever else was happening, it could suddenly be a full game on.

Similar to the day Janet was waiting on Tom's front porch when he got home from work, he decided to ambush her on her way to work on a Monday morning. Tom got up early and waited, sitting on the front bumper of her car. With one hand in his pocket keeping his cock hard he waited for about 20 minutes. Janet walked out her door expecting to get in her car and go to work. Instead she ended up bent over the hood of her car with her dress lifted up and her panties at her knees. Tom fucked her from behind, and soon shot his load into her barely awake pussy. As his cum began to drip out he pulled up her panties flipped down her dress, and gave her a firm swap on her ass. Janet spent the rest of the day with a soggy, sticky gusset and a constant fear of it soaking thru to her dress.

Two days later, at 1 am, Janet started ringing Tom’s door bell. She rang it over and over until Tom opened the door. He had just wrapped a towel around himself, and was still groggy. Janet took him down to the floor, pulled off the towel, and worked on his cock until it was stiff enough to mount. Then she rode him until she came, thanked him, and left.

They both enjoyed the dominant feeling of doing whatever they wanted & needed to get off, and then leaving the other. Luckily they also both enjoyed the submissive feeling of being used for someone else's pleasure. It was a perfect union of switches who kept wanting to one-up the other.

A few weeks later Tom asked Janet out on a Saturday brunch date. He chose a fancy garden restaurant that had seating both inside and outside a large glass greenhouse. Most women were in sun dresses, and hats. The men were in casual coats and ties. Almost everyone was drinking a mimosa. Shortly after ordering their food Janet excused herself to the restroom. A few minutes later Tom received a text message;

WOMENS ROOM - MIDDLE STALL - NOW

Tom took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and stood. The bulge in his pants was starting to show. He left his car keys on the table so the waiter would not think they had left.

Tom cautiously entered the women's restroom. There were no women standing at the sinks, but there were feet visible under some of the doors. He quickly opened the middle stall and went in.

Janet was sitting on the toilet completely naked except for her shoes. Her clothes were hanging on the hook behind the door. She silently mouthed the word “strip” to Tom. The stall next to them flushed and exitted. In the cover of that noise Tom got his pants and boxers off. Janet gave up on the rest of his outfit and grabbed him. She pulled him to her and started giving him a blow job while she remained seated. She was so good at these that Tom briefly forgot about where they were. Without stopping her rhythm, Janet began to pee, causing Tom to laugh silently. When she was done peeing she gave one last deep throat stroke and then let him go. She stood up, put one foot up on the toilet seat, and silently guided Tom's hard wet cock into her. They held each other for balance and used small rolling motions to grind their pelvises together. Staying silent was difficult. Janet slid her hand down between them and rubbed her clit while they fucked. Soon she was able to cum, burying her face in Tom's neck to muffle her moans. When she was through she sat Tom down on the toilet and then she got dressed, starting with Tom's boxers. When she was all dressed she handed her panties to Tom and mouthed “for you”. She left and returned to their table. Tom redressed and followed her a few minutes later. When he got to the table Janet smiled at the bulge in his pants, knowing that her lacey pink panties were barely containing his erection. He would have to wait until they were home to get his relief.

On Wednesday evening they went to a movie. This time Janet picked the movie and drove. On the way she explained that the theater let you bring cocktails in from the lobby bar, and that they could treat the movie like a drinking game, one sip for each time your trigger came up on the screen. Although they started with good intentions, about 10 minutes in the drinks were empty, so it turned into a game of slowly diddling your partner without letting them come. Janet's hand was inside Tom's pants giving him slow squeezes, while Tom's hand was under her skirt, pressing on her vulva. By the end of the movie they were both on edge and were eager to get home for some full frontal fun.

As they exited the parking garage and pulled up to the gate to pay the attendant in the booth, Tom took the ticket off the dash and put it in his pocket. He turned to Janet and said,” I'm afraid you have lost your ticket. What are you ever going to do?” He smiled slyly at her.

Janet gave him a dirty look, then rolled down her window.

The attendant held out his hand. “Ticket please.” He didn't even look up from his phone.

“I’m sorry. I can't find my ticket.” Janet confessed.

“You lost your ticket?” He asked.

“Well, I just don't know. “ Janet continued. “I looked everywhere.” She looked back at tom and mouthed the words “watch this”.

Janet turned back to the attendant and said “What do I do?” She sounded innocent and helpless.

“Well, a lost ticket is the maximum charge. That's 32 dollars.” The attendant replied, sounding like a bored robot.

“32 dollars‽ Oh no. There must be something else we can do.” Janet unbuttoned the top button of her shirt.

“Sorry Ma’am, that's the rule.” He pointed at the sign and then looked back at her. That's when he noticed what she was doing. Janet had her second button undone and his view was becoming very promising. His booth was slightly elevated, and He could see the skin of her chest starting to show.

“I don't like that rule” Janet said with a little pout.

After the third button the attendant could tell Janet was not wearing a bra, and he became very interested in what she was offering.

“Maybe there’s some other way to deal with this.” Janet said as she got the fourth button open. There was only one button left and the attendant clearly wanted to keep the show going.

“If you got a ticket and lost it there's not much I can do.” He said. “But if the machine was broken and didn't give you a ticket to begin with…” He thought for a moment, eagerly watching Janet.

Janet's right hand was now inside her shirt, caressing her left breast, but the attendant couldn't quite see it. “Maybe I didn't get a ticket when I came in.” Janet said, peeling back her shirt to expose her hand over her breast.

“If you didn't get a ticket….” He drifted off, mesmerized by the show.

“I definitely didn't get a ticket.” Janet repeated, starting to run her hand up and down over her breast, causing her nipple to flutter from finger to finger.

“You would have to fill out an incident report form.” The attendant said, clearly trying to keep this situation developing.

“Where could I get this form?” Janet asked, taking hold of the other side of her shirt, on the verge of moving it.

“I can give you that form right now.” The attendant said, fumbling with some papers in a drawer without even looking. His gaze was locked on the soon to be revealed chest of Janet.

“After I fill out the form, then what?” Janet was really pouring on the innocent little-old-me. She was now fluttering her fingers up and down over both her nipples.

“After you fill out the form you are, umm, free to go.” The attendant finally got out.

“That sounds great.” Janet sighed with the sound of relief. She was now holding her hands under her breasts and rolling each nipple between her fore finger and thumb. She rolled them, plucked them, and gently pulled them as if she was expressing milk from her milk ducts.

The attendant finally got a piece of paper onto the little clipboard and slowly handed it to Janet. She stopped her nipple workout and took the clipboard. The paper was a faded copy of a copy of a copy, that was completely illegible. There may have been lines to write your details at one time, but the remains of them had devolved into speckles and blurs.

“Hmmm.” She looked over the form unsure of what to do.

“Just fill out the...top half” he said, barely able to complete a sentence with Janet's perky breasts on full display.

Janet took the pen from the top of the clipboard and wrote a large swooping lowercase letter “w”in the middle of the paper. Then she drew two small circles and two dots, turning the letter into a cartoon of two bare breasts. Below it she wrote THANK YOU in her best sexy flowing handwriting. If she had been wearing lipstick she would have added a kiss print to it, but she wasn't wearing any. Instead she pressed the paper against each of her breasts, lingering just enough for the attendant to take it all in. Janet’s nipples didn't leave a mark, but in the attendant’s eyes the paper’s value jumped ten fold. Later he would press it to his face, breathing deeply, imagining he was nuzzling in Janet's cleavage.

Janet returned the clipboard and sat there with her hands in her lap and her breasts out. The attendant said “Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience, Ma’am.” He pressed the button and lifted the gate, not once taking his gaze off the beautiful topless woman in front of him.

“Thank you.” Janet said, and drove away.

Tom sat speechless for a moment, then said “You. Are. Amazing.”

Janet smiled at him, knowing that Tom too was not immune to her bare skin magic spell.