Sweet Jane

When Jane first arrived at my basement office I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful features. She was tall with long auburn hair that lay around her shoulders in loose curls. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the girl for me and I would stop at nothing to have her for my own.

I began cordially, professionally working with her as I would any client, but I longed to kiss and embrace her cool, pale skin. At first it was just regular working hours I would see her at the office but our relationship grew and soon I was staying at the office after-hours and spending all evening with her as well, late into the night. I hoped that others in the office wouldn't catch on and accuse me of showing unprofessional favoritism toward Jane, but I couldn't help it, she had me under her spell and I couldn't get enough time alone with her.

Then one night it happened, first a long, tender kiss followed by passionate necking like a couple kids in the back seat of a car. One thing led to another and we were both undressed and I was exploring her body, kissing every inch of her skin tenderly. Soon I was probing her depths with a rhythmic cycle of pounding. Oh how firm and tight she felt! Her athletic body was lean and her surrender was complete as I delighted in her body. When we had finished I laid next to her naked and still for some time as I smoked a cigarette and traced my finger delicately over her features.

Night after night, our torrid romance continued and my love for her grew. Never once did she udder a word of resistance, she never complained of having a headache, or not being in the mood, or just being too tired for me. She was truly the perfect woman, when I wanted to try some kinkier maneuvers not a word of complaint from my Jane. Oral sex, anal sex and everything in between but never a question or word of disapproval.

I made passionate love to her in that cold, clinical office like it was a bridal suite at a five-star hotel. I would have liked to take her out to a fancy hotel suite but the chance of being seen with her in public could damage my reputation as a professional, our relationship had to be hidden away so people wouldn't think me unprofessional, getting involved with my clients.

Jane didn't seem to have any family or friends, it was as if she came down from heaven to make my life complete. Part of our job at the office was to try and find family when people came in for our services but we came up empty for Jane. I was secretly glad but didn't tell this to Jane, the longer it took, the longer she would be there and I was afraid that when her time at the office was over, she'd slip away from me, out of my life just quickly as she'd come into it. It was a thought I couldn't bear to lose my Jane.

It was such a perfect romance but not without a few problems, all great romances have them. I had told my family about her and they were anxious to meet her but I feared that wouldn't do at all. Oh it wasn't that she was black and I was white or anything like that, nor did it matter that she wasn't Catholic, not that I knew for a fact that she wasn't, we just had never discussed religion. But there was one thing about Jane that I had failed to mention to my family and my family had certain prejudices and I was afraid they wouldn't accept Jane. I had heard somewhere that love would find a way and I believed that with all my heart and thought of it when I felt this was too much.

Then one day our regular beautician came to the office and gave Jane the full treatment. I slipped him an extra twenty to really do a good job. He did her hair up beautifully! Then he meticulously applied makeup to her face, it was restrained and tasteful, enhancing her natural beauty. She was dressed in what looked like an evening gown -- I don't know for sure, I couldn't tell a dinner dress from party dress but women seemed to have names for each of their dresses. Jane looked like an angel when he'd finished and I thought how lucky I was to have such a girl like this. How I longed to take her right there in the middle of the day right in our office!

All good things must come to an end and so it was with Jane and I and our romance. I knew when I saw her all dolled up that I wasn't to behold her beauty much longer. How could one hold such beauty for oneself? Our time was up and I had to be strong and just think about all the good times we had together, all those passionate nights we spent together. I didn't know how I would bear life without my Jane. Sure, there had been other women in my life, but this was different, Jane and I had shared a romance for the ages! How could I let her go? How could I go on to see another client in this office?

Jose, the assistant mortician, came in to help me and he could tell I had become involved no matter how I had tried to hide it. He handled it very modestly and urged me to let her go when it was finally time. My time with Jane had gone so quickly like a warm summer day, it was hard to believe they had wheeled her into my morgue a whole week ago. We carefully lifted Jane and laid her in the satin lined casket where she would spend eternity underneath the earth, the natural process of decay robbing her of her beauty. It was so unfair that it had to end like this! Tears came to my eyes and flowed down my cheeks as Jose wheeled Jane Doe out of the morgue and out of my life forever.

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