It became clear that she wasn’t going to text him to come over and watch her masturbate so he decided he should text her and offer to masturbate for her. The text read as follows: Can I come over and make myself cum in front of you? I won’t take long unless you want me to.
She replied: You can come over, do it quickly – I’ll watch but I’m not participating.
He: Can I come over now?
She: Yes.
The house was cold and he asked if she could turn the heat up. She said, “No.” He looked around the room and asked where she wanted him to do it. She said she didn’t care, just don’t get “any” on the rug. He told her he had a sexy pair of shoes for her that she hadn’t seen yet. He asked her if she’d put them on. She loved shoes, she said, “Yes.”
He came back with them and she put them on. He watched. They were a little big but trendy and sexy. Black, velvet, the ankle strap crossed itself and hung there. He was aroused.
He told her he had bought some other stuff for play and would she like to see it. She said’ “No, not now, do what you came here to do.”
“Do I have to rush?” he asked her. “No!” she said, “but close the blinds, I don’t want the Cartrights to see.” She liked the shoes, she kept looking at them and moved her feet around posing for herself. She stood there, her arms were folded bitch style, her expression was contemptuous every time she looked at him. She wasn’t participating at all. She was letting him stumble through this and she was loving it. But he was loving it too, it wasn’t how he wanted it to go but it was erotic. It was humiliating and she was making him beg with out actually begging. He’d do that to if she asked.
He wasn’t sure of how to start, he talked all confidently about doing this, masturbating in front of her. This was as kinky as it gets, it’s what he fantasizes about when he wakes up, on the way to work, at work, on the way home from work and in the sleepless hours at night. He just had to get started. Do you want me to take of all my clothes? She said nothing. Kneel, stand? “Up to you,” she blurted in her flip style. Now he was at a loss, he decided this isn’t gonna work. He stood there looking like an empty bird feeder.
She saw he was struggling to do this so she gave him a little help – a little push. If you held your thumb and index finger just a smidge apart and that smidge space that you’d look through with a squinted eye, that was how small the little help push was. You can’t imagine what it was. It was one word. All she had to do this whole time was give him an OK without saying OK. She somehow had to tell him she wanted to watch him jerk off in front of her without having to say it. She sat down, crossed her legs and continued to admire her feet in the new heels. Then came the word. The push. She said,”Well?”
He undressed himself, he removed everything but his socks. He stood in front of her with his arms at his sides and let her take in the humility that his cold and small little winky provided. They looked at each other for a length of time. Then she crossed her legs and dangled her shoe. “Well!” she said.
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