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Reflecting back over their year together, Janice realized that
Mark was selfish, and self-centered, but when he put his mind to
it, a pretty good lover.
Janice turned the corner to the ladies restroom, blinking at even
the dim light. She saw bare feet under one stall so she took the
other. She’d just begun when the other toilet flushed, and the
feet moved to a shower stall. Water began running, and a few
moments later, amidst the splashing sounds, Janice could feel the
steamy heat of the warm water. Janice finished up, and flushed
the toilet, pulling her jogging pants and panties up. Her tee-
shirt she tucked into the elastic waistband, and then left the
stall. Janice blinked.

Outside, as she walked to the restrooms, she wondered why,
whenever she planned a night of intense lovemaking, Mark seemed
only interested in getting off and going to sleep. Not that she
could get away with that. When she’d come back from New York,
she’d been exhausted and suffering from mild jet lag. But Mark
had taken her to bed, and after her first orgasm, she’d fallen
asleep. He woke her from her soft, dreamy sleep, and insisted
that she suck him, then he wanted her to straddle and ride him.
Janice was totally exhausted afterwards and slept soundly.

“Mark?” She said softly. Getting no repsonse, she repeated his
name again a little louder, only to be met with a soft snore.
Janice now felt angry that he would go to sleep without being
considerate enough to please her too.

Janice sat up in the darkness of the tent, wiping his sperm from
her face and then groping for her pants. Nature was calling, and
there was a small building not far away that housed the showers
and toilets. Janice struggled into her soft cotton jogging pants
and began unzipping the tent. Mark snored a little louder,
driving her into a seething anger.

Janice crawled up and faced Mark, who was now smiling and
drifting in a warm glowing cloud.







She knew it would be several
minutes before he could get hard again, and even longer until he
could come again. She swallowed the last of his come, and rested
alongside him. Janice’s pussy was wet, and she felt the need for
him inside her, giving her that wonderful pleasure. She idly
drew her hand over his chest, teasing the hairs lightly. Several
minutes went by, and when Mark hadn’t, at least, returned a
single caress, Janice nudged him.