We are running errands together in a department store. It’s one of the only “outings” we do as friends now, in our 30s. Instead of going to a bar on a Saturday night, we find excuses to hang out while picking up dog food, socks, and various snack items on weekend afternoons. Today, however, I have an idea…
While casually browsing clothing, I grab something and tell him I’m going to go try it on real quick. He says, “No problem, I’ll wait out here.” As I go into the near-empty, unattended changing rooms, I send him a text: “Last stall on the right. It’s unlocked. No one is around. Come here ?” Now, my heart pounding, knowing he will obey but still feeling that tinge of doubt and uncertainty, I wait for him. After half a minute that feels like half a century I hear footsteps approach the little room. My heart stops. Fuck. He’s coming. We’re really gonna do this.
Up until now, we have only sent the sexy text, crossing only digital lines. We agreed not to let it get physical. Had even cut down on the virtual exchanges. But here he was. I could see his vans approach, through the half a foot of open space under the door. He gently pushes the door open and slides into the stall. His face full of intensity and caution. I could see him consciously making the effort to breathe slowly and calmly, causing the faintest beads of sweat to start along his temples. Seeing my own thoughts and feelings of desire, anxiety, uncertainty, and need mirrored in his eyes calms me. Reassures me. I know he’ll do anything I ask. His resolve gone; left on the other side of the door. I know he will cross any boundary either of us has remaining in this moment. But I’m not evil. I don’t want to cause any turbulence in his heart. He’s one of my dearest friends and I love him. I won’t make him cross every line. That being said…
Seeing the question in his face, I reassure him, “Don’t worry, no touching. We aren’t breaking any rules, it’s okay.” I then give him a devilish grin and stare him square in the eye as I gently pull my leggings down, just enough to expose the front of my thin, black G-string. The perfectly trimmed triangle so close he could grab it. But he doesn’t. He just watches, intently, as I grab either side of the strings and pull it up. The lips of my pussy pushed out of the sides as the G-string digs into my skin. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. The sight makes me wet. I let go and move my fingers along the nearly transparent cloth covering my little slit. The beads of sweat along his hairline become thicker. I love watching his body react. It fills me with even more lust and I whisper for him to kneel. Stay right where he is, but kneel down. I want him to be eye level as I pull my panties down, exposing my bare pussy to him. His eyes get wider and somehow even more intense. The eyes of a starved wolf, staring at a fresh kill. Waiting to ravage it. His pants get tighter. I can see the bulge forming underneath them.
I slide my hand across my little mound, down to my clit. I rub it gently, then pull my lips up and spread the folds of soft, delicate flesh to show off my glistening pearl. His breath catches and he gives a guilt gasp. Letting my lips loose, I continue rubbing my clit a little more, before gliding my fingers down. Down to my dripping wet pussy. I spread them again, just so he can see how badly it wants him. Needs him inside her. Instead, I feed two of my fingers into her. He watches as I slowly work them in and out at first, then increasing the speed and intensity of my thrusts. I add a third finger, pumping knuckle-deep, and see him get rock hard under his jeans. His hands are clenched fists and his breath is hard and fast. He’s so close, he can feel my heat of my pussy, and I in turn can feel his breath against it. He watches, unblinking as I make myself cum for him.
When I finish, with my panties still down and my own cum dripping into my panties, I tell him to stand up, because it’s his turn. “Now, I want to watch you cum for me,” I whisper. He starts to undo his pants and my heart skips. I’ve never even seen an unedited, uncensored version of his dick and now I’m going to be inches from it. I’ve wanted to watch him like this for so long. And I’m so close I could just reach over, or bend down… but no. I will restrain myself. For the most part, at least. He frees himself completely and it’s beautiful. A perfect shape and thickness. Beads of sweet precum already dripping from the pulsing tip. He begins lathering his throbbing shsft and head with it and I have to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning and fail as I unintentionally let loose the faintest whimper. He starts pumping, matching his fist and hips in a hypnotic rhythm. We make eye contact as the veins in his cock and temples pulse and bulge. I pull the lips of my pussy up and open again and tell him to aim for my clit. He can’t help but give another little gasp, and sets to work with renewed enthusiasm. His grip is iron, his pipe lead, as his balls tighten and prepare to explode. I watch as a full, thick load shoots from his straining cock and lands hard and hot all over the outside of my cunt. So forceful that the impact makes my clit pulse with arousal again. I quickly catch the hot, dripping excess liquid with my fingers and push it up and inside my pussy. Maybe this is a little “too far,” but that cum is mine, I deserve to hold onto it and keep it.
Besides, I vocalize as much to reassure him as myself, “we never touched each other…” and give him a wink as we pull our pants back up and continue our regularly scheduled errands.
Maybe one day, my dearest Mister Bear
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