kweensheba:
"Really?" she asked, beaming, and adjusting her posture on her seat. In the process, her shorts rode up just a little bit more, finally exposing a hint of the panties beneath.

My eyes dropped involuntarily down, seeing that they were pale pink in colour.

"Really," I said, swallowing nervously and putting my eyes back on her face. "If I were your age and single, you would had to fight me off."

She smiled. "You're sweet," she said. "And I wouldn't fight you very hard, either."

"That's uh... good to know," I mumbled, stealing another quick peak of her exposed panties. I just couldn't help myself.

"So... so... are you saying you have thought of me that way?" she asked me.

"Yes, Kate," I admitted. "I have thought of you that way."

She let her legs fall apart just a little more, widening the view of her panties. I could now see a stretch more than half an inch wide, more than three inches long, including the elastic portion along the edge.

The combination of the conversation we were engaged in and my fleeting views between her legs caused my cock to begin the normal biological reaction.

"Are you thinking of me that way right now?" she asked softly.

"I'm uh... going to have to take the fifth on that one," I replied.

She swallowed a little more of her drink. "You are, aren't you?" she asked. She stood up and moved over to the next seat by my right. "Can I tell you a secret?"

A secret? I nearly chuckled. "Why not? Sure, go ahead."

She gave a nervous giggle. "Some hours ago, I was in the toilet and I had an orgasm, just thinking about you."

I quite literally didn't know what to say to this. My mouth dropped open as a surge of adrenaline went shooting through me and the rational part of my mind tried to activate the warning system that things were getting out of hand here.

"I shocked you," Kate said, seeming far from upset by this. "I'm sorry. Maybe the booze is making me say things I shouldn't."

"That's uh... okay. Once again, I'm uh... flattered, but..."

"I'll never forget it," she said, before I could finish.

"You won't?"

"No," she said. "I was staring at my image in the mirror and I imagined you were right in the toilet with me. I imagined you were holding my waist from behind. I started... you know... playing with myself.

I had done that before, of course, but never to... you know... completion. But I was really Hot that moment. I think it was the horniest I had ever been before."

"Really?" I said, knowing I should make her stop all these lustful words.

Unfortunately, I was unable to. The imagination of seeing her unclothedness or semi-unclothedness and playing with herself was powerfully erotic.

"Uh huh," she confirmed. "And that was when my crush on you was the strongest. God I was so hot for you. I would've done anything for you.

So there I was, my hand in my panties, my fingers going crazy, and it started to feel better and better. And then I started imagining it was your hand down there.

"And then I started to imagine you were kissing me and touching my boobs. I got hotter and hotter and really really wet. And then I imagined you... you know... taking out your... your thing and putting it inside of me." She shook her head and sighed.

"That did it. I exploded right there standing on my feet. I moaned so loud someone in the sitting-room would have heard. Thank God there was nobosy around."

My cock was now a solid ramrod in my trousers. I had had many women talk nasty to me over the years—on the phone, in person, in text messages, in email—but never had mere talk aroused me as much as what Kate had just said.

It wasn't so much her words, it was the matter-of-fact, almost naïve way she'd told the story, the way she blushed as the words came out of her mouth, the way her eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

Her eyes dropped down to the crotch of my trousers where a prominent and obvious bulge had formed.

"That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked, not with teasing, but with something like awe.





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tonysunkan:
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kweensheba:
Her eyes dropped down to the crotch of my trousers where a prominent and obvious bulge had formed.

"That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked, not with teasing, but with something like awe.

"Yeah," I had to answer. "Very much."

"Wow," she whispered. "It turned me on too. It always turns me on to think about that."

End this conversation right now! a part of my mind screamed at me. This is leading nowhere good. I didn't listen. Perhaps I would have if not for the fact that it had been almost four weeks since Rachel and I had last had sex, that it had more than a week since I'd even whacked off.

I had a major back-up of testosterone going on and sitting before me was an attractive young girl telling me that she had masturbated to my image, that my image had in fact been responsible for giving her her very first orgasm.

And her legs had come a little farther apart as well, showing more of her pink panties to me, more of her smooth inner thigh.

"I will still think of you when I play with myself," Kate told me, pounding a few more nails in the coffin.

"Will you?" I asked her.

"Yes," she whispered. "I mean it. Even right now, I'm so wet right now."

Kate, you really need to leave. I meant to say that. I opened my mouth to say that, I swear before all that is holy and sacred. But that's not what came out of my mouth.

"Are you?" I asked instead.

She nodded. "Very," she said, her hand dropping down to her upper thigh. "Would you think I was sick if I..."

She took a deep breath. "If I were to... touch myself right now?"

I nearly choked. "You mean... right here and now?" I asked.

"I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't," she said, her fingers creeping a little further up her thigh.

"Kate," I said, my voice shaky, my hands trembling, "this is a really bad idea."

"Please?" she pleaded, her fingers now touching the elastic edge of the panties, one fingertip stroking along it, one manicured nail scratching on it.

"I would really love to look at you while I play with myself. I know it sounds somehow. I will like to see your face as I make myself come."

My tremors grew worse, my eyes now unabashedly staring between her legs.

"You could do it too," she said. "We could watch each other. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

There was, of course, a whole lot wrong with that, but her logic combined with the alcohol and my horniness refused to allow my brain to acknowledge that.

She was offering to show her pussy to me! To play with it in front of me! To allow me to play with my cock while I watched her do this! And it wasn't really cheating. Not in the strict and legal sense of the word. It was just visual stimulation.

Nothing more, really, than looking at a pornographic video, right? "No," I said. "I guess there really isn't."

She smiled nervously and licked her lips. Her left hand came down and slid into the edge of her panties. Slowly, she pulled them to the side, dragging the crotch of her shorts there with them, revealing her bare pussy to my gaze.

It was beautiful, exquisite, everything the pussy of a lady about twenty-year-old should be. The area surrounding the lips was shaved smooth.

The lips themselves were brownish and slightly swollen, glistening with moisture.

"This is so hot," she whispered as she leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs a little wider.

While her left hand continued to hold her shorts and panties to the side, her right began to play, the fingers sliding up and down between her lips, delving a few millimeters between them.

"Oh my goodness," I whispered, enthralled, my cock now begging for release.

"Take it out," Kate told me. It was a pleading tone. "I want to watch you do it too."

I reached down, opening my belt and unbuttoning my trousers, doing it entirely by feel, not moving my eyes from her pussy for even a second.

I unzipped and then raised my hips up a little. Doubt tried to push its way into my brain again—you're not really going to take your cock out in front of Kate, are you?—but I pushed it right back. This was just visual stimulation. Nothing wrong with it. It wasn't like I was going to Bleep her or anything.



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Roman7:



This should not be the end

BigBasher:
Ride on