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*I shouldn't be doing this* was all I could think. *Not with her.*
She was sitting on the side of my bed. Her. *No not with her*. The light of the full moon filtering in through the window half-illuminated the room, enough for me to see the way her sundress clung to the curves of her body. I could only half recall how I had ended up there, but the half-filled glass with some sort of unknown alcohol sloshing in her left hand and my own sense of disorientation told enough of the story.
*You'll regret this*
"It's beautiful." At first I thought it was my voice, because she was. But it was hers. I realized my pants were open, and her fingernails were tracing up the front of my semi-erect cock. "I thought it would be big from the way you were bouncing in your pants this evening -- someone forgot their underwear this morning I guess -- and looks like someone is even a bit of a grower."
Her fingers gently worked their way around my shaft, pulling me up to a 45 degree angle from my body, as her index finger slowly stroked across the tip of my head and down between the spongy lobes on the bottom, before tracing lazy circles around the sensitive ball of nerves where the bottom of the head and the shaft connect.
"Big, but not scary big."
She sat upright, taking it in, her long blonde hair framing her angled features. It was slightly disheveled -- unsurprising after an evening of drinking and dancing with the group at the bar -- but somehow that only made her look even more perfect.
*I shouldn't be here*
As if she were reading my mind, her full lips parted into a smile. "Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't."
*Good God I hope not*
Her hand moved back up the shaft, and she used her thumb to circle the head again. As it dragged down she moved her left hand underneath it, pulling it upward and freeing her right hand for more subtle maneuvers.
The fingernails of her left hand might have caused pain, but her touch was deft as she dragged them up and down the front of my dick. A small amount of precum oozed out, and she smiled. "I better not get you going too much."
"It's okay" I murmured "I make a lot of that. I'm nowhere near cumming."
*Fuck why are you saying that. You shouldn't be doing this. Not with her.*
She smiled, spat in her hand, put the base of her fist at the tip of my dick, and slowly stroked down, mixing my precum with her saliva, lubricating my increasingly hard manhood. As the tip of my head poked out of her fist she licked her other palm and continued down.
I desperately wanted her to grip the base and increase her speed on me, but instead she opted to methodically work both hands slowly up and down, almost playfully. Sometimes I was inside her fist(s), sometimes I was sandwiched between her palms, sometimes I was being teased with her fingers, but regardless of the tactic employed at the moment, her apparent strategy was working; she was steadily weakening my resolve.
"Oops, I lost my train of thought," she said as she flashed her smile. It was so genuine, the type that spreads to your eyes. "As I was saying, big, but not scary big. Thicker than I would have thought." She took a long stroke down the base, pulling the skin taut as she stroked downward. "And soooooo hard." She adjusted herself between my legs, and started to lean over. Her small-to-medium breasts hung down, largely exposed as the neck of her sundress drooped loosely from her shoulders.
She traced my gaze and laughed. *God she's beautiful. Stop, I should stop. Not with her*
She clutched the neck of her sundress to her chest. "Look at me. So immodest." She laughed again, as she pulled my cock upright. It was hard enough now that I could feel strain in my ligaments as she pulled back. Her green eyes locked on mine as she slowly lowered her face so that it was inches from my increasingly throbbing dick. I could feel the breath from her nostrils, saw her mouth open and tongue extend.
*STOP! Not with her*
But all that came out of my mouth was a breathy "yes."
She was sitting on the side of my bed. Her. *No not with her*. The light of the full moon filtering in through the window half-illuminated the room, enough for me to see the way her sundress clung to the curves of her body. I could only half recall how I had ended up there, but the half-filled glass with some sort of unknown alcohol sloshing in her left hand and my own sense of disorientation told enough of the story.
*You'll regret this*
"It's beautiful." At first I thought it was my voice, because she was. But it was hers. I realized my pants were open, and her fingernails were tracing up the front of my semi-erect cock. "I thought it would be big from the way you were bouncing in your pants this evening -- someone forgot their underwear this morning I guess -- and looks like someone is even a bit of a grower."
Her fingers gently worked their way around my shaft, pulling me up to a 45 degree angle from my body, as her index finger slowly stroked across the tip of my head and down between the spongy lobes on the bottom, before tracing lazy circles around the sensitive ball of nerves where the bottom of the head and the shaft connect.
"Big, but not scary big."
She sat upright, taking it in, her long blonde hair framing her angled features. It was slightly disheveled -- unsurprising after an evening of drinking and dancing with the group at the bar -- but somehow that only made her look even more perfect.
*I shouldn't be here*
As if she were reading my mind, her full lips parted into a smile. "Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't."
*Good God I hope not*
Her hand moved back up the shaft, and she used her thumb to circle the head again. As it dragged down she moved her left hand underneath it, pulling it upward and freeing her right hand for more subtle maneuvers.
The fingernails of her left hand might have caused pain, but her touch was deft as she dragged them up and down the front of my dick. A small amount of precum oozed out, and she smiled. "I better not get you going too much."
"It's okay" I murmured "I make a lot of that. I'm nowhere near cumming."
*Fuck why are you saying that. You shouldn't be doing this. Not with her.*
She smiled, spat in her hand, put the base of her fist at the tip of my dick, and slowly stroked down, mixing my precum with her saliva, lubricating my increasingly hard manhood. As the tip of my head poked out of her fist she licked her other palm and continued down.
I desperately wanted her to grip the base and increase her speed on me, but instead she opted to methodically work both hands slowly up and down, almost playfully. Sometimes I was inside her fist(s), sometimes I was sandwiched between her palms, sometimes I was being teased with her fingers, but regardless of the tactic employed at the moment, her apparent strategy was working; she was steadily weakening my resolve.
"Oops, I lost my train of thought," she said as she flashed her smile. It was so genuine, the type that spreads to your eyes. "As I was saying, big, but not scary big. Thicker than I would have thought." She took a long stroke down the base, pulling the skin taut as she stroked downward. "And soooooo hard." She adjusted herself between my legs, and started to lean over. Her small-to-medium breasts hung down, largely exposed as the neck of her sundress drooped loosely from her shoulders.
She traced my gaze and laughed. *God she's beautiful. Stop, I should stop. Not with her*
She clutched the neck of her sundress to her chest. "Look at me. So immodest." She laughed again, as she pulled my cock upright. It was hard enough now that I could feel strain in my ligaments as she pulled back. Her green eyes locked on mine as she slowly lowered her face so that it was inches from my increasingly throbbing dick. I could feel the breath from her nostrils, saw her mouth open and tongue extend.
*STOP! Not with her*
But all that came out of my mouth was a breathy "yes."
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