As turned on as me?
Not the first. Not the way my heart is beating.
Nevertheless, my feet are on the cold floorboards before I can even think.
I pull the bathroom door closed behind me, locking it as though the horny hounds of hell are on my heels. I don’t look at myself in the mirror as I pull my cock out of my pyjamas, cupping my aching balls with my free hand.
‘Fuck!’ I almost fucked her. And I probably already would have were it not for the ridiculous layers of clothes she’d put on before bed. She’d pulled them out of a leather weekend bag, which must’ve at one point belonged to Mary Poppins, before disappearing into the bathroom.
So many fucking clothes.
I told her she’d be too hot, but I didn’t mean the steamy, sexy kind.
She’d looked like homeless person when she’d climbed into bed, pulling the duvet up to her neck.
But you saw how fuckable her tits looked in that pink shiny bra with the tiny black ruffles.
And now you know what she feels like under those layers.
You know how her body moves and what she likes.
‘Fuck,fuck!’
I slide my hand over the crown of my cock, gripping it tight in my palm. It aches and swells hot in my hand before I slide back over my length, making the fucker throb.
‘Eungh.’
When was the last time I was inside a woman?
Too long ago.
I wonder if she’s the type of woman whose knickers match her bra. That pink bra with its tempting wee ruffles. Would her knickers have ruffles, too? And I wonder what kind of knickers she prefers.
Tiny ones, I’ll bet. The occasional thong.
Christ, the memory of her tight little arse pushed up against me makes my stomach knot and my balls ache as I give myself a torturous tug.
She looks like she takes care of herself. Firm thighs and a trim waist, tits stacked high.
A good handful of woman, in more than one way.
As the pressure builds, my teasing reaches its peak. I bring my hand to my mouth and with the flat of my tongue, wet my fingers. I run the moisture over swollen cock head and down over my length, then, with one hand gripping the base, I begin to jack.
There’s a hot woman in my bed, and I’m wanking off in the bathroom.
I must be mad.
Or a deviant.
My grip is firm as I slide and twist, repeating the action again, using my precum now to help with the drag.
Her pussy burned through those layers right into me.
I bet she’s wet.
Maybe she’s in there right now touching herself.
I work myself harder, my hand sliding from root to tip. My knees buckle, causing me to grasp the basin. I can’t help but look at myself then, dark eyed and slack jawed and more than a little desperate. I look like total shit, but this feels so good. My breathing harsh, I close my eyes as I imagine just how much better this could be.
