Big City Blues |

The constant stream of people seeking information was something she had come to expect. Their questions had changed little over the years. While the number of customers remained fairly stable, their expectations and lack of manners had become increasingly challenging.

The shifts and overtime were necessary to pay the bills, especially in the big city where rental prices were much higher compared to what she had paid when she first reached adulthood. She had been paying those prices until she moved south in search of a change in lifestyle.

“Hello, my name is Janet. How can I assist you?” she said as the next customer stepped forward. Almost immediately, the customer became agitated, raising his voice and telling Janet how incompetent he thought she was.

Mark had been waiting for quite a while to see a customer service agent with a query about a shop’s location and was not in a particularly good mood. Despite not being one to seek conflict, he felt compelled to intervene.

“Apologise, leave and don’t come back. You’re disgusting,” Mark shouted at the abusive man. He also informed the people who had been waiting to speak to Janet that she would be leaving and that it might be a while before anyone else could assist them.

After Mark had finished speaking, the centre manager approached him, his title clearly displayed on his jacket. Mark understood that he had no authority to intervene, but the manager was eager to ensure Janet’s wellbeing and to thank Mark for stopping the unpleasant incident.

The centre manager wanted to focus on Janet’s welfare. He took Mark’s details and asked if he could find time to return to the centre to provide a statement about the incident. As he left, Mark waved to Janet and wished her well.

“Bye, Janet. See you soon,” Mark said.

“Can’t wait,” she replied, realising her cheeky humour would always find its way back quickly when it was needed.

The next morning, the centre manager called Mark. The purpose of the call was to arrange a time to meet, which was scheduled for lunchtime that day. However, there was another topic that needed to be discussed.

“Turned up for work and on time too. Stubborn bloody northerners!” said the centre manager. Mark, another ‘bloody northerner,’ understood exactly what the manager meant.

“Oh, and please make sure you tell her your name when you see her. She’s asked me three times already if I know it, ” the centre manager said with laughter in his voice.

When Mark arrived to give his statement, it didn’t take long to complete. The statement was taken in the manager’s office. Mark left the office feeling unsure whether to ask to see Janet, but then he noticed her sitting in a chair right across from the door he had just closed behind him.

“Stalker is such a dirty word, isn’t it?” Janet said with a giggle.

“I’ve been advised I have to tell you my name’s Mark. It’s just as well it is, I guess,” Mark replied.

Janet told Mark she had been instructed to take the rest of the day off and the following day as well. She also suggested they could discuss ‘the old country’ over lunch.

“A gentleman buys the lady lunch next,” Janet said with a smile.

Mark told Janet not to worry about her gentleman because he would take her for a meal instead!

There were many things to be shared about their previous lives over lunch. Mark noticed that Janet appeared distracted, but he didn’t want to ask her too much, fearing it might be related to distress over the ordeal at work. Mark’s concerns were correct, but the explanation wasn’t at all what he had been expecting.

“You might be calling for the police or something shortly, but here goes,” she began.

Janet informed Mark she had gone home and decided to sleep. She explained that she had enjoyed a very vivid dream, which she said wasn’t unusual, but this time, the dream had been incredibly erotic.

“My dream was full of everything I’ve ever done, wanted to do, and stuff I’d only do for anyone I’d known for years. It was wonderful. With everything that has happened, it makes sense in a way, but it was you who did everything, Mark. I’m not sure if I should apologise or give you a medal,” Janet said, sighing with relief. At least one part of her confession was finally over.

Although shocked by what he had heard, Mark wanted to be certain Janet knew he was delighted to have played a part in something she had enjoyed, and he told her so. As soon as Mark had finished speaking, however, he felt guilty. He imagined a scene with people berating him for using a situation to his advantage and painting him as the villain and an opportunist.

“‘Bloke plays part of hero to get inside her knickers.’ That’s what people will say, though, isn’t it?” Mark said with a scowl.

“If they did, I’d have to confess to spending last night dreaming about you my brains out to defend your honour, wouldn’t I?” Janet said, laughing heartily.

Although Janet felt confident her response had dealt with Mark’s concerns, what he had said remained central to her thoughts. The fantasy many had of the young athletic man in their dreams was their business, but she felt sure none of those would have even thought about the issue at all that Mark had raised. She felt further clarification of her views on men was needed.

“I have nothing against young men whatsoever, or those of a similar age to me; most of my friends are of a similar age to myself, but I’m thirty, and when it comes to , I just happen to prefer it with men of twice my age or thereabouts. It’s only a problem to think like that if you’re obsessed with the bit at the end and not everything that surrounds it, or you’re impressed by someone with a big dick who can touch the back of his head with his heels. If that’s your thing, fine, but some of my finest nights have been with men who’ve not put their dick in my fanny at all, if you’ll excuse the turn of phrase,” Janet said with passion in her voice.

Although Mark didn’t want Janet to think he hadn’t taken her words seriously, her turn of phrase was one he loved and hoped would be a feature of whatever was in store.

“I believe you could have me any way you wanted, as often as you wish, just by being yourself and explaining things, Janet. It’s beautiful,” Mark said, smiling broadly.

Janet felt everything was falling into place with each exchange of words she and Mark had. It wasn’t everyone’s idea of a romantic tale, or maybe even anyone’s, but she didn’t care.

“So, Janet, do you have a plan?” Mark asked, confident she would have and would voice it. His belief proved to be correct.

“Of course I do!” Janet said before outlining everything.

“We need to go shopping. I sense some serious toy action could occur, with some of your creativity and wisely chosen interventions from you in person? I’m as slippery as a snail’s front doorstep just thinking about it, to be fair,” Janet summarised.

Mark didn’t think he could add to Janet’s description of how she saw everything, and so he stayed silent.

After a short drive, Janet and Mark arrived at the adult store. Whilst they didn’t take their shopping expedition seriously and laughed throughout, Janet did find a quartet of new toys she felt needed to come home with her.

“So, tell me, Mark, up to now, what’s the best thing you think you’ve done to please a lady?” Janet asked as she started the car.

Although Mark couldn’t remember if or when he had been asked the question previously, his answer was immediate. He explained he had been talking to his friend on the phone and she had told him that she was with a friend who needed cheering up. Mark’s friend said she thought the woman who was with her would really appreciate some escapism and that listening to one of the stories she knew he wrote would be ideal.

“My friend went out for an hour and left her visitor with her phone, and I felt really good being able to help someone in this way. Being told how much I had helped to make someone who was sad very happy for a while was fantastic, and it made me realise I had the ability to bring a smile and should use it to make people feel good about themselves if I could.

Janet listened to Mark’s words with joy in her heart. She’d learned enough about him to know his would be totally true, and it was.

Once they had returned to Janet’s flat, the pair had a drink and shared laughter. Janet was in her environment, relaxed and content but also impatiently horny as hell.

“I think I need to change into something more appropriate,” Janet said, returning a short time later wearing just a blouse and a smile.

Mark looked at Janet. Her eyes appeared dark, and she was brushing her teeth against her top lip. She continued to do this when creating a space on the carpeted floor and once she had done so, she started laying her newly bought toys and lotions upon it.

“I’ll need your help to make sure I can imagine you me senseless,” Janet reminded Mark.

Although Mark wasn’t easily knocked out of his stride, Janet’s comment had managed to do so comfortably.

Janet felt she needed to be a little more direct with Mark about what she saw as the way forward. It was a task she did particularly well on this occasion.

“If I felt horny and needed to satisfy my needs, I could go to the right places, flash the right smile, and be lying next to him in half an hour to find out if I’d chosen well. That’s not arrogance; it’s the way the world works. If you feel you can do this easily it loses some of its appeal eventually, so you have to think what will give you the same buzz. Most people in this position just go for something more extreme or less mainstream, but I’m different. My challenge is to discover ways to feel the same thrill but find people able to deliver with less, not more. I want to find the soul in satisfaction,” Janet said with a tone of frustration.

Mark recognised the deep emotion behind what he had heard. It closely mirrored his own beliefs about the importance of simple pleasures. He wanted to share this with Janet, but he was concerned that she might think he was just saying it to please her for his own benefit.

“Knowing what you want shows strength, Having the courage to express it shows even more,” Mark said softly.

“Fuck me with your mind, Mark,” Janet told him with a confidence in her voice.

***

When Mark heard Janet express her desires, he couldn’t help but smile as broadly as she did while speaking. He imagined how disappointed some might feel, thinking they were about to fuck her, only to realise that wasn’t what she meant in the straightforward way they understood the term. He was going to do whatever she wanted with him and in a way that would offer something to her. Her plan was for him to excite, pleasure, and satisfy her in a manner the athletes, acrobats, and cocksure braggarts could never do.

Voicing her thoughts to Mark took Janet back to when they had first met, and he had come to her rescue at work. She smiled as she saw the pictures of it in her head. She enjoyed vivid visions of how he had intervened and they were precious to her.

As Mark thought creatively beside her, Janet’s memories moved on, her head filled with thoughts of the dream she had enjoyed at the end of that day. The moment she had recognised it had been Mark bringing her wild pleasure was one she would never forget. Would he realise she wanted to relive that erotic journey with him describing it to her? She felt sure he would and that he wouldn’t disappoint.

Just the thought of Mark preparing to fuck her with his creativity excited Janet. She was torn between the forces of impatient need and the prize offered by patience. She hated confrontation, especially relating her erotic pleasure, and having the peacemaker stir her to a special place was a beautiful prospect.

Janet’s mind drifted once again. This time to the question of Mark’s welfare. Would he be resentful for being denied the opportunity to bring her fantasy to life in reality, having been inches away from the opportunity to do so? Was his willingness to create for her a way he had found to deal with the realisation he wouldn’t get to fuck her? Should she keep her curiosity to herself about this or allow him to say exactly how he felt? Janet decided she needed answers.

Mark listened to Janet as she put her concerns to him. He wanted to set her mind at rest and banish her worries forever, and he felt the best way he could do so was just a few feet away.

“The best answer I can give is in the online world. If you let me access it, I will feel I have done all I can,” Mark said with a smile.

Mark’s reply wasn’t what Janet had been expecting him to say, but it had a compelling edge to it. Mark logged into his account within a minute, and the words he had written were in front of him on Janet’s computer.

“You are about to hear me. Not a competition entry, or the efforts of an expert, but me. There was always going to be a time and a place for you to hear this. Now will either be right or wrong. May I read to you?” Mark asked.

“There is nothing I would like more than that to happen, Mark,” Janet said.

Mark cleared his throat, smiled and then began reading out what he had written.

“Mind is relaxed, with a smile on your face, lying, dreams now passed over, he reads,
Happy to please, make your visions appear, his creative response to your needs.
Where will he take you? And where will it end? The unknown is exciting. It’s new,
Passion within, at the core of each word, every one of them centred on you.

Pictures the dream of the day he stepped in and the rewrite you made in your head,
Images sharp, to the background of words he is reading, as you lie in bed.
Thoughts wrapped in safety, the plans all agreed, feel the warmth being stirred with a sigh,
His presence is more than a number to you, no attention to those who ask ‘Why?’

Feeling the touch that descends with his voice, every movement that melts on your skin,
And seen in each image your mind conjures up as your dreamy, wet pleasures begin.
Toys there if needed, he’ll not be dismayed, your arousal his focus alone,
To keep you amused through the journey you’re on and be part of each giggle and moan.

Words are the sound that escapes from your mouth and the fingers that glide to a smile,
Seen in your halfclosed and allseeing eyes, take a moment to pause for a while.
Pace of the progress is set by your mood. Knows instinctively when to be slow,
He’s inside your head and is welcome to be, inner voice shouting ‘let’s go!’

Fingers stay outside; the challenge fixates only words, and all else they create,
Growing belief that his voice will succeed and bring climax, bring joy, masturbate,
Hearing each sound, he describes with his voice. All the tension that mounts as you dream.
Taking you closer to heaven itself, and the moment he magics a scream.

Lifting his touch as his voice becomes lips and they lift from your own, to descend,
Foot on the gas of arousal excites and imagining their journey’s end.
Slowly approaching, so needed, so sweet, as they linger, then ease on their way,
Pulses, electrically charging, excite, on the cloud you are on where you lay.

Warmth of his breath and the touch of his lips, you need desperately, soon, or before,
Glistening brow and the sheen on your skin, every inch of you screams and wants more
See your dream nearing climax, at last, and a body will soon follow suit,
Senses alive, work together, as they send you toward your desire.

Heart skips a beat, a breeze floats between legs, to a sound of contentment above,
Head nestles in, and tongue movements begin. Fitting perfectly, hand in a glove.
Body is heated and twitching, so special. Visions that flash into view,
Tumbles and circles inside now, drawing closer and all done for you.

Lips formed to kisses draw sweetly, steadying touch as you squirm,
Lingering more, as you feel them, intense and increasingly firm.
Heartbeat sounds louder, The heat of your body, Colour, the signal you know.
A deep dive plucks out your symbolic resistance, Cry from your lips, ‘systems go!’

Kisses that hold where they’re needed. Exciting. Keeping in place, you ignite,
‘Journey has reached ‘climax central. All change, please!’ Passenger screams with delight.
Body convulses, voice bellows, deep colours. Lips keeping busy, bring more,
Fresh and erotic explosions crash wildly. Welcomed, they knock down the door,

Tear stained, the cheeks shining reddened and burning, brow that is wet with desire,
Writhing, your mind and your body toast freedom, wrapped in the sensual fire.
Lips linger, focused on pleasure inside you, staying to keep you ablaze,
Loudly you greet every treasured sensation, thrilled with another new phase.

All routes are exhausted, but pleasure remains; aftershocks bring their own joy,
Happy. Your dream felt so special, so vivid. Made by a man, not a boy.
Relive each moment with laughter and giggles, End to a trip of the mind,
Journey of hope is delivered so sweetly, something you hoped you would find.”

Mark looked at Janet as soon as he had finished reading. He had needed to focus on his , but no longer. Janet gazed into Mark’s eyes, unsure if she could find the words she required but feeling driven to express something to convey a sense of how she felt.

“Thank you so much for that, Mark. It takes people a very long time to tap into what makes me tick, but you seemed like you’d been doing this for years there. I had some wonderful moments, thanks to you, and I’ll be honest, asking you to recreate your was very much in my mind. I didn’t because I wanted what happened and how I felt to stand alone as an experience. My rules say about an hour means it’s something new, so if we have something to eat, the time will be up, so get your thinking hat on, then you can tell me what you’d like us to do next,” Janet said with a grin.

After sharing food with plenty of smiles and laughter attached to it, Janet asked Mark what he felt she could do for him. It didn’t surprise Janet to discover Mark’s idea had her enjoyment at its centre.

“If you have a play with your toys, I’m sure I’ll enjoy watching, but I’m as interested in your experiment as much as you are. My brain is begging me to ask you to hold my cock while you’re playing, but that sounds like cheating. If I did the handiwork and just aimed it where you’d like it to land, that wouldn’t count as a fail, would it?” Mark said, trying to gauge what Janet thought as he looked at her.

“What an excellent idea, Mark,” Janet said enthusiastically.

Sometimes, a great deal of planning was needed when Janet was working out how to organise elements of her encounters, but she felt, this time, the proposed fun was simplicity itself. There was the small matter of selecting a landing site for Mark’s intended contribution, but she felt that just letting Mark choose when he needed to do so was fine by her.

“I think I’ll let you take my knickers off, Mark,” Janet said as she went to choose a toy, having decided that making Mark wait for her to finish her play was a little mean.

Janet enjoyed Mark removing her knickers and Mark did also. The toy Janet had chosen was fairly standard and was quickly in Mark’s hand. All was set.

Without prompting, Mark placed just the tip of the toy inside Janet, one of the many things the more senior crowd seemed to realise was a pleasure in itself. It was a start that set the positive tone for what followed, and Janet became aroused quickly. Mark dwelt thoughtfully and increased tempo well. It made for a very happy experience for both.

Once Mark had upped the tempo and depth of his movements, Janet’s state of arousal intensified beautifully, and she felt the treasured waves. lights and visions of impending climax engulf her.

Janet had a special time with Mark driving her desire, but she needed to share. She told Mark to bring his orgasm to the table. which he did quickly, sending his cum over Janet’s breasts.

The splash of Mark’s climax hitting her across her breasts sent Janet careering into her own release, her body shaking with energy. It felt so good. She had been aroused many times by similar events previously, but the sensation of fresh cum hitting her and it doing so in such special circumstances took her to the next level and beyond,

“That is beautiful,” Janet cried out passionately, her body twisting to the forces tearing her body apart. The moment had contained so many of the things that turned Janet on, and she felt on top of the world.

Janet was never backward in coming forward. Perhaps a little less chatty in a climb down from climax, but, for once. she was speechless. Not only had Mark fucked her mind, she knew his words had told a truth within them. He had rhymed her to climax and had rescued her wonderfully. On the last time they would ever interact, Mark had changed her life, her hopes, and her dreams forever.