Posts Tagged ‘flasher’

“Are you sure?”

“You promised,” she said, smiling underneath the blindfold, “to tell me a dirty story about your buddy Mitch. Tell me how he’s been dying to fuck me silly.” She arched her back. “Tell me about Mitch licking me for hours, and not letting me finish until I beg for it.” She reached and found hard flesh, grinned at capturing me. “Tell me!”

Her blindfold slipped and she blinked in surprise at seeing, and holding, a very happy Mitch.

“I’m sorry, babe,” I said, sitting across the room. “I’m afraid I just don’t have a very good imagination.”

Eve grabbed Jim’s arm hard enough to knock the pancake off his fork. “Look over there!”

Jim looked over to see a pretty blonde sitting with a dark-haired man, laughing together. Something about them–

“We masturbated to them!”

“What?”

“Remember? Last week, the amateur tape? Oh my God…”

Jim remembered and was instantly aroused. It had been incredible, and seeing them clothed and casual was weird and exciting.

Eve smirked. “Waitress?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“I’d like to pay for that couple’s breakfast, anonymously.”

“Ma’am?”

“Please. And tell them…” Eve and Jim smiled at each other. “Tell them we admire their work.”

“Close your eyes and guess your present.”

“A pony?”

“Nope.” My legs goosepimpled in the cool Christmas morning air when she pulled off the blanket.

“A plastic rocket?”

“Last chance,” she murmured. I heard her sip something.

“Warmth?”

Without warning she took me deep into her wet and unreasonably hot mouth. I opened my eyes to see her bent over my waist with a cup of tea in one hand and me in the other.

“Just what I wanted!” I exclaimed happily. She smiled around me and began a slow, insistent motion. “Tea!”

And that’s where this scar came from.

“You seem excited,” said the lady behind me in line. My smile was ready to burst from my face and go dancing.

“I’m finally going to find out, boy or girl!“
 
”Oh, wonderful! Don’t want to be surprised?”

“I will be! My darling Chris and I wanted to save it for the wedding night.”

“What? Finding out the sex of your baby?”

“Finding out the sex of my lover! Chris has been hiding it, the tease.”

“You mean you don’t know? And you’re marrying him? Her?”

“Of course!” I said happily. “What has that got to do with anything?”

Three sets of eyes popped when Billie’s bikini strap did. She grabbed for it, totally embarrassed.

“Whoa…” “Damn, girl…” “Holy…”

I stepped in front of her and glared at my leering friends. “Hey, self-control, be polite, OK?” They filed out, muttering about my masculinity.

After she left I ran to my bedroom, aflame with my glimpse of round, creamy flesh and a delicious-looking chocolate nipple. My aching cock leaped into my hand—

–just as Billie walked back in, smiling. “The important thing about self-control,” she said, untying on purpose this time, “is knowing when it’s polite to lose it.”