Jane and the Sexy Noise

In college one summer I lived with a family friend, a recently divorced woman in her mid-30s, while I worked an internship far from my home. The tension between us was incredible. One morning I woke up, she had already gone to work, and I found this note, hand written, left on the breakfast table. (My name), This is my home, not a dorm room or a frat house. I dont care that youre jacking off and looking at porn in my house. At your age Id be worried if you werent. But I need you to do it QUIETLY. Please STOP whatever you are doing to the bed to make it squeak. It drives me CRAZY. You need to learn how to live with a woman! If you are ever going to be married! Jane I went to my work and when I got home she was there. I immediately apologized and she apologized if she made me uncomfortable. We were both red-faced and blubbering. Jane said she wrote that note in a huff and regretted its tone in hindsight. I told her I was sorry that the squeaking bed disturbed her. Its not just the sound, Jane said. It creates this weird mental picture that I cant ... anyway ... she said, putting up her hands. I apologized again and said I would not do that with her in the house. She was staring off into space and didnt acknowledge what I said. I mean what are you doing to that bed? she said. You ... want me to tell you? I said. Janes nostrils flared. No, she said. You ... want me to show you? I said. A long moment passed and then Jane said, almost in spite of herself, Yes. I turned to walk up the stairs, but she didnt follow, so I turned back and took her hand and led her up to the guest bedroom. My heart was pounding the whole way. Oh my God, Jane said softly as we went up the stairs. Oh my God, she said as we went into the bedroom. My penis was rapidly hardening as I processed what was about to take place. I wanted to drive her crazy. She stood there, arms folded nervously, as I went into the closet and pulled three porn magazines from their hiding place in my suitcase and tossed them on the bed. Then I pulled off every item of clothing, slowly and deliberately, as Jane braced herself against the wall. My penis was already fully tenting my flimsy boxer shorts and a small dot of precum darkened the fly. I grabbed the waistband and pulled down the shorts, my dick bobbing free. I stepped out of the boxers, fully nude, held them out dramatically between my thumb and index finger, and dropped them to the floor. Jane was slack-jawed. Her mouth was literally hanging open. My skin felt like it was hot to the touch. I went back to the bed picked up the porn magazines and roughly flung the comforter and sheet aside. I opened the porn magazines to my favorite pictures and climbed aboard the bed, mounting it with my feet at the headboard, so I could face Jane. This is what I do, I said. As if straddling an imaginary womans torso, I lowered my crotch to the cool, smooth fitted sheet, braced myself on my elbows, and began humping the mattress. The bed frame made a sound like CONCH-ee ... CONCH-ee ... as I slowly thrust. This the sound you were talking about? I asked, locking Janes gaze. CONCH-ee ... CONCH-ee Yes, Jane gasped. I didnt think you were doing THAT! I quickened my pace. CONCHY ... CONCHY ... CONCHY ... Like it when I go fast? I said Oh my God! Jane said, sinking into a chair by the dresser. What do you think about when you hear this? I asked. You! Jane moaned. I turned the pages of the porn magazines and sped up. I grunted and breathed dramatically as if I was fighting off my orgasm. CONCHEECONCHEECONCHEECONCHEE Nnnnh! Ahhhh! I gasped. It must have been 90 seconds, tops, before I felt an ocean of jizz surging past the point of no return. CONCHEECONCHEECONCHEECONCHEECONCHEECONCHEECONCHEE Yeah! Yeah! I moaned, drawing back and raising up and finishing myself off with a glorious spray of hot cum on the mattress. As soon as the endorphin rush cleared I began trembling, almost regretful of what I had done and how it would alter our relationship. I got up and walked quickly to the guest bathroom to wipe myself off and put on a bathrobe. I closed the door and locked it. Jane knocked on the door desperately. Is it OK? Are you OK? Im fine! Im sorry I That was SO FUCKING HOT. Jane said. Thanks, I said, not knowing what else to say. I washed my face with cold water. My ears were burning hot to the touch. When I finally opened the door, Jane was standing there completely nude. She was beautiful, large brown areolae encircling her eraser-sized nipples, and a forest of dirty blonde pussy hair that any bikini panty would struggle to conceal. I didnt sleep in that bed for the remaining two months of my stay. Well, Jane and I did sometimes get in it together to make the sexy noise, but that would be a story for another site.