Sequel to: [Play Night](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/zns5p3/play_night_part_1_of_7_mf_20ish40ish_roleplay/)
Another Play Night Part 1 of 5: Freaky Friday (Adventure Awaits! Huzzah!)
Just as I’d gotten to the part in *John Dies at the End* where Amy uses her ghost hand to turn the ghost knob in the dead mall, I heard a familiar sound just outside the front door. I glanced at my phone to see that it was about that time when she usually got home on a Friday. I pulled myself away from my book and started messing with my phone, trying to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied in order to dampen any appearance of excitement about what night it was. The door blew open with the smell of ice and smoke from neighbors finally getting some use out of their fireplaces. I got up as she blustered in and closed the door quickly to keep the heat in, carrying some bags in addition to her purse.
“No peaking! She yelled as she rushed past me into the bedroom to secret away whatever Christmas presents she’d picked up, or possibly something else, and lightly brushed her butt up against my crotch accidentally on the way.
This was her Play Night, and she’d maintained the tradition of saving the surprise for the night of. Ever since ‘That Night,’ as we’d come to colloquially call it, she’d begun developing her own plans for these special occasions, becoming more adventurous in leaps and bounds. The events that had transpired seem to have affected her more than I could have imagined.
I had been more than a little surprised when she told me one morning that she’d come up with her first idea and to be ready at the end of the week. The stunned look on my face made her respond with a, “What? Is that against the rules or something?” I heartily assured her that she was free and very much encouraged to come up with whatever she wanted to, it was just that up to that point she’d seemed to leave the planning entirely up to me.
Her first foray wasn’t all that surprising, but was very enjoyable none the less. Some DD/LG where she came in to the bedroom wearing nothing but an over sized My Little Pony shirt and pigtails. She crawled into bed with me, complaining about having a bad dream. After some snuggling and reassurances, the accidental touches and funny feelings lead to exploration and questions about where babies came from. Before long she was asking what it felt like to make them and wanted to just try it for a second, leading to the slippery slope of ‘just the tip’ and ‘maybe just a little more’ until I was moving in her. Her exaggerated gasps and whimpers were unexpected, having become accustomed to more reservation in her role play. But this time she embraced the part, looking up at me with expressions that made me stir inside her.
The night continued with her asking to try different things ‘for the first time’ and impressing me even more with her dedication to the performance. We kept it up until we were both exhausted and pleasantly mindless. Later she told me that she’d done some ‘research’ in various fetish forums and story posts, finding what she liked, what she didn’t, and actually taking some notes that she had been squirreling away to keep me from catching on.
I accidentally spoiled her second Play Night when I stumbled on a stethoscope when we were getting ready one morning. She was so upset that I’d uncovered her planned ‘Night Shift Nurse’ idea that she would have called the whole thing off if I hadn’t pleaded with her to continue with it. Again, she embraced her role, making sure that my view of her incredible cleavage and freshly shaved thighs in her nurses uniform gave me a hard on that needed to be taken care of immediately and by any means necessary. Unfortunately for the patients health, the erection kept *somehow* returning and needing to be dealt with in a variety of ways, including a new, clear pink cock sleeve that she’d snuck into the home at some point for ‘medicinal purposes’. She somehow managed to drain me four times that night before I couldn’t get it up any more. Luckily she had a home sleep remedy that included licking the wetness from her throbbing pussy.
She returned to the living room, removing her puffy coat and beanie before rushing into my arms. It appeared that whatever she was planning had her in an energetic mood as she kissed me hard on the lips, grabbing my face, before looking me in the eyes.
“Hey there,” she smiled up at me. I returned the greeting with equal happiness on my face, genuinely glad to see her. She kissed me again before walking over to hang up her winter attire. She tugged off her sweater, giving me a glimpse of her soft tummy as her shirt rode up. The peak of bare skin beneath all her layers and a hint of lacy undergarment gave my little voyeuristic whims a tug. Along with the anticipation for the coming adventure, it made me want to slide my hand up under her shirt and grope her tits, getting her nice and wet before bending her over the couch and taking her. But I shook the urge off, assuming that she wanted me good and pent up for what she had planned and knowing that she was probably a little worn out from the week, among other reasons.
After dropping her sweater on the couch, she stretched, giving me another glance of what was just beneath her shirt, before asking, “So what do you wanna do for dinner? And don’t say ‘whatever’!” I’d also noticed an increase in assertiveness recently as well, but at the moment I was more interested in the way her tight shirt accentuated the roundness of her breasts being pushed up by her bra. After hashing out what to order, she went to the bathroom to shower and do her other lady unmentionables while we waited for the food to arrive.
She took a little longer than usual before returning from the bedroom just as I got done tipping the driver in cash (giving him the option to forget to report it on his income taxes, or to his employer) wearing the very same over sized shirt from a few play nights ago and some sweatpants. I couldn’t tell if this was a deliberate reminder or not, since it wasn’t like she had never worn the shirt since then. The sight did continue to conjure memories, however. The feeling was enhanced by her pressing up against my side, running her hand over my back and smiling up at me innocently, “Man, I’m ready to eat, what about you?” I suddenly felt her hand slide up the back of my shirt slightly, brushing delicately over the skin and giving me goosebumps. I swallowed and agreed, taking the food into the kitchen to get it separated out.
While eating, my mind kept wandering to her body. I couldn’t stop myself from starring every time she reached across the table to snatch something off my plate, giving me a flash down the top of her shirt to her unrestrained breasts hanging temptingly. Forgetting to chew when she brought her leg up and hugged it against her chest, causing her snuggle pillows to press together and visibly shift under the loose fabric. I was starting to think she was deliberately teasing me when she ‘accidentally’ knocked something off the counter while getting more water and had to bend over right in my face, giving me an excellent view of her pants stretching around her fantastic ass.
For some reason, I tried to hide my now full erection from her as we retired to the couch to let the food digest a bit. If she hadn’t noticed by then, she must have when her hand brushed over the tip as she reached around me to get the remote. She didn’t react, however, sitting back with her head on my shoulder while she switched on some music to relax to.
She lean leaned against the arm of the couch and laid her leg across my lap as she reached over to the side table to grab her phone that had been charging (again, sliding directly across my now aching cock). I caught a whiff of something so faint I couldn’t quite place it at first. I rested my hand on her leg and caressed it casually, my eyes roaming until I saw the source of the scent, a small but noticeable wet spot between her legs, dark against the gray.
She was intentionally fucking with me. She had to be. Was this a part of what she had planned or was she just taking the opportunity to get me riled up? Either way, it was working. I wanted her so bad in that moment, to pull down those juice speckled sweats and go in with my mouth, burying my face in her while she squeezed my head with her amazing thighs. Shit, at this point I was turned up enough that I was ready to climb on top and just slide in since she was clearly more than ready for me. I twitched involuntarily against her leg at the thought of how warm she would feel around me.
I snapped out of it when she seemed to notice me starring. “Something up, baby?” I wanted to say, ‘Yeah, me!’ but just shook my head and acted like I had been looking around for my phone. I wasn’t sure why I brushed it off like that. I decided I just didn’t want to let on that I was aware of what she was on about, knowing how much she enjoyed the big reveal.
Or was she pretending? Her oblivious shtick was almost too good to be an act. Maybe she was still unwinding from work and really didn’t catch on that she was driving me crazy with her little touches and slips. Her big shirt was now hanging off one shoulder, giving me that sense of peaking at something I wasn’t supposed to.
I cleared my throat and tried ask nonchalantly what was up for tonight, knowing that she wasn’t going to tell me this early, but hoping that it would expedite the process. She casually shrugged her bare shoulder and said, “You’ll see,” not showing any expression as the loud tapping sound of her nails her screen filled the air along with the music. Now she was gently rubbing her leg up against my hand (and my crotch) without moving her attention from the game she was playing. Maybe she was just fishing for a foot rub?
Unfortunately, when I began rubbing her toes, she started moaning (not what I intended) and pressed her calf harder against me, squeezing my shaft between her and my body. I felt a wet spot form on my boxers at the tip as the move pushed a little pre-cum out of me. At least now we kind of matched. She continued to moan and started writhing like I was fingering her, the leg pinning me to myself moving up and down, stroking me. I was having to bite my lip to keep from joining her groans when she removed her leg and sat up.
“Okay, done with that level. Come on, lets get going.” She hopped up from the couch and took my hands, nearly dragging me into the bedroom to reveal what was in store for me in what would turn out to be a very long night.
Continued in Part 2: The Memory is Just Out of Reach (There’s Trickery Afoot)
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