Placing herself down beside me she insisted that we resume our conversation where we had left off. With her one thigh completely bare and her left breast virtually exposed, she asked how a young buck as myself managed to keep focused on my studies and not distracted by my manly urges. I shy looked downward, first at her leg, then at her virtually exposed boob, and then at the obviously rock hard dick under my pants. I was left speechless. “Let me guess.” She teased, ‘You have to stroke yourself off every day. Maybe a couple of times a day. Oh, am I embarrassing you. So sorry, but it is perfectly normal for a man to jerk himself off every day, especially a younger man as yourself.”
Looking downward,” she added “I can see that you have not yet masturbated today.” And with these words her hand descended downward and she stroked her fingers over my hard-on, so tightly wrapped in my jeans. Shocked, looking up at her, she planted a long kiss on my lips. Unable to speak in response she continued “I understand, you will need to jerk off before you go to sleep tonight, and truth is, being a bit lonely here, and more than a bit tipsy, I have to admit that I would love to watch. Truth is, I haven’t seen a really stiff cock in many years and really miss having one of my own to play with and satisfy. And I so used to love watching boys jerking off as I teased them when I was a younger woman. So why don’t I help you out of those tight restraining jeans of yours, and you can remind me what a hard penis looks like, and let me play with myself as I watch you stroke on it for me?” Still dumbfounded and motionless I watched as her hand fell back down upon my cock and ever so briefly she squeezed my dick through my pants and slid her fingers along my shaft.
“In fact,” she teased “if you like, I can even show you a little flesh to help you along!” With her hand she then pushed the gown back over the breast that was already virtually exposed, and with the single motion brought into my view the fullness of her large breast and the dark swollen nipple and aureole that capped the soft sensuous flesh. My eyes locked onto her beautiful boob, unable to move away. She cupped my head and stroked my hair. “Do you like my tit?” She asked. Looking up at her shyly I nodded my head. Pulling me tight she placed a long hard kiss onto my mouth. “Tell me what you want Adrian. Don’t be shy. Tell me what my man wants.” She whispered in my ear. “Beg, darling, I want to hear you beg.”
“I want your tits Margaret, I want to feel that gorgeous breasts in my mouth. I want your soft round ass in my hands. I…I want to pull down your panties and see how broad and thick your brown bush is. I want to shove my tongue up between your thighs. And then, and then I want to shove …” I had been bold enough to utter the words I had already, and wished that I could somehow take them back, ashamed of myself for having uttered them.
I felt relaxed again when I heard her say “And all those lustful little thoughts of yours you shall do, my handsome little playtoy, all in good time. But first, you are going to have to let me help you off with those pants so that you can show me how you play with yourself.” Looking at her breast once again, and then into her eyes, I sat speechless and open mouthed. “Stand up, don’t be shy.” Margaret teased. Helping me to my feet I stood before her. She leaned toward me and I watched as her big soft tit swung forward and bounced and jiggled as it hung from her chest. Reaching up she undid my buckle, the button to my jeans and my zipper. The whole while she looked up at me, smiling, licking her lips. Pulling my jeans down to my ankles she helped me to remove them, along with my socks. Rubbing her hands over my legs and then onto my belly she let her one hand stroke up and down over the rod that thrust upward through my underwear.