“Please, just for me,” she asked.
“I just want to know what it looks like when you touch yourself and cum on your stomach,” she erotically adds to the question.
Fuck.
I’ve been thinking about her for months. Maybe a year, now. We’ve flirted at work, hidden our desires from across the communal coffee maker and between a shared cubicle wall. And now, with the hindsight of whiskey and a sunset, we are alone together.
She’s fully dressed in my living room and so am I. However, my bulge was as obvious our mutual heartbeats.
I’m only wearing a dark brown, buttoned down shirt and gray slacks. I honestly didn’t wear my normal boxer briefs because of our potential night together.
She was wearing a floral skirt, dark shoes and socks, a light blue top with a very obvious black bralette underneath. She couldn’t haven’t been more than a b cup and that only encouraged the blood to the veins of my growing penis.
She had texted me previously that she loves her nipples lightly bitten and her clit gently sucked before she cums. And that’s all I could think about.
“What happens if I show you,” I inquired.
She hesitated near my fireplace and pulled down her skirt.
“Well, tonight… No touching. However, I will masturbate with you….but I’m not going to take my panties off!”
My dick wanted to argue, but my mind was satisfied by her demands.
“Deal,” I probably yelled, while I saw her panties for the first time – black thong, it seemed.
So I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my ankles.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “my husband’s cock isn’t nearly that thick,” she admitted.
She’s married?! I had no idea. She’s never worn a ring and has never mentioned him to me. And yet her reaction made my balls swell and developed precum to spill out of my tip while I squeezed and watched her open her mouth…..
To be continued.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jsgun9/after_work_before_the_night_mf