That encouragement was all it took for me to do exactly that.
“Oooh, ooohhhh, OoooHHHHHHHHHHH…” I shuddered and gasped as a torrent of spunk spewed from my pulsing cock. The first shot, this time, going even further than yesterday and almost reaching my throat.
“Oh my goodness,” Sally shrieked, that seemed like an even bigger load than yesterday. And it flew even further.”
“I think it was,” I agreed, with a sigh, “I didn’t think I would be more excited than I was when I first saw your tits. But to see your pussy and to hear your urging me on – as well as verbalising my own arousal to you – really got me worked up.”
Looking up I could see, even with my inexperience, that Sally seemed flushed and excited herself. Her large nipples were erect, her chest was heaving and she seemed more than a little flustered.
“I’m clearly not an expert in these matters,” I joked, “but it looks like I’m not the only one who is worked up?” Amazing myself at how comfortable I felt in discussing our arousal so openly like this.
“Guilty as charged,” Sally agreed with a blush. “I told you a little earlier how much this was turning me on. And watching you orgasm like that, especially knowing that I’ve been a part of your excitement, is a huge thrill.”
Once again, surprising myself with how forward I was being, I made a suggestion.
“Why don’t you do something about that?” I proposed. “You’ve seen me play with myself. I’d love to watch you do the same… But only if you’re OK with that,” I concluded a little lamely, finally losing my nerve and not wanting to appear too emphatic.
Fortunately, despite my lack of conviction, Sally was clearly turned on enough to agree to my suggestion. Though not without a degree of reticence.
“Oh God Jack, I’d love that, on two grounds. Firstly, I really am worked up. In fact, I’m desperate for relief myself. And secondly, I think it would be a huge turn on for you to watch me, as I’ve watched you. But all of that said, I’m really shy. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to relax enough to get off.”
“Look,” I suggested, “why don’t you just start off by gently playing with yourself. And see how you feel after a few minutes?”
Then, in another display of my new found comfort and confidence I looked her in the eye and made a follow-up proposal. “Though, of course, I’m happy to help if you’d like.”
“Mmm, I’m sure you would,” Sally chuckled, “but I think I probably will be fine on my own. But maybe in the future…” she suggested, with a glint in her eye, causing my cock to twitch back into life at the idea.
Still at the foot of my bed, Sally laid on her back, facing me, as I remained in position propped up against the back wall, just feet away from her pussy. Despite the foliage that Sally had around her pussy I could see a degree of moisture. In fact, as she spread her legs provocatively, it was more than a degree. She appeared to be soaking wet!
Confirmation of this was given as following my suggestion she began, very tentatively, to play with herself. I could see immediately and even with my inexperience, that she was extremely well lubricated. In fact, I couldn’t just see it, I could almost hear it!
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