Roman7:


This should not be the end

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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CasNova:


Interesting update