And what a woman. I’d admired her body in a swimming costume at a gala. I’d felt it over her clothes over the last few weeks. And, as of yesterday, I’d seen her tits. But now I could admire her, in all her splendour.
I said above that I thought her tits were prefect. But actually, all of her was perfect. She had toned, muscular legs, a flat stomach, with the hint of a 6 pack. And, as she turned round to drop her clothes in the corner, a tight, symmetrical, bum. For the last several weeks I’d been groping her bum. But I could see now that it looked as good as it felt.
“Oh my God Sally,” I managed to croak. “You look absolutely sensational. I can’t believe how good a figure you have.”
“Thank you,” she answered quietly, “you’re in pretty good shape yourself too.”
Bolstered by this compliment, my cock twitched and, laying back on the bed, I very gently started stroking it. Sally took up position opposite me, at the foot of bed. In a display of confidence herself, she sat upright, but with her legs apart. So I had a decent view of her pussy.
This pussy, unsurprisingly given her generally hirsute nature, was very hairy. But so, at that time, were almost all of those women that I’d seen in the porn mags that I’d got my hands on.
My eyes never left her. But I was torn between focusing on her tits or her pussy. But also looking up at, what I was increasingly realising, was her extremely pretty face. Though her delicate features were now contorted in rapt concentration herself.
“I really like watching you wanking,” Sally informed me. “Seeing how turned on you are makes me turned on to. I loved it when you spurted everywhere yesterday. And I’m really looking forward to seeing you shoot again.”
“Oh shit,” I gasped, “hearing you say that is likely to make that happen sooner, not later. But I’ll try to hang on. I don’t want to come just yet.”
So, without shifting my gaze from Sally I tried to think of calculus and algebra to distract me, grimacing in concentration. But Sally, with a mischievous smile, was teasing me, albeit verbally, not physically.
“Oh my God Jack, those balls look fit to burst. And the head of your cock is purple and bulging. I reckon you’re going to go off like a rocket.”
I’d stopped my wanking to a snail’s pace, fearful of exploding too soon. So turned on was I that I knew the slightest touch could see me orgasm. But, taking a deep breath and contracting my pelvic muscles I was able to delay it, at least momentarily. And I was able to continue wanking, albeit quite gingerly.
“Tell me how it feels,” Sally directed.
“It feel absolutely wonderful,” I croaked. “I’ve always enjoyed the pleasure I can give myself. But to do it in front of you, whilst feasting, visually, on your magnificent body is making me more excited than I’ve ever been (clearly my sexual eloquence had returned). But I can feel my orgasm building already, my balls are fit to burst.”
“Come on then Jack, give in to it again,” she encouraged, “let me see that spunk fly like it did yesterday.”
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