“He stood back, then he muttered – ‘See you Monday, Joan” – and he rushed away. I was breathless, as if I’d been running, and shaking, all over. But it was after that, I really started to see how much I could turn him on.”
Joan stopped again, and looked over at me.
“You still OK with this?” she said. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the deep cleavage in her white satin half-cup bra. I could just see the tops of her thrusting nipples.
“You like?” she smiled.
“Yes,” I replied. “Just like Donald!” I showed her the tent in my trousers, and she licked her lips, her smile growing a bit strained.
“Don’t you start teasing me,” she warned, “or I might not get my story finished.”
She slid a hand between her thighs, rubbed gently, and gave a small shudder.
“Ohhhhhh,” she said. “I’ll need you to relieve that itch – later on.”
Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand and started her story again.
“The next time Donald called was a Monday, so I didn’t have to pay him. But I left the bra I had been wearing on Thursday on our bed. It was that flimsy transparent cream lace one – just ideal for wrapping round his cock!”
Joan gave a strange little laugh, and her eyes went up in her head as, involuntarily, her hand plunged between her thighs again, pulling her dress aside impatiently, and pressing against her mound, on top of the white satin panties. Her voice was shaky again, as she recalled the events of that morning.
“I waited at the bottom of the stairs, listening to Donald moving about, putting the clothes away, until I heard the bathroom door close. Then I quickly climbed the stairs and waited outside the bathroom door. I could hear him inside, Kyle – it was such a turn-on. I could hear him breathing. It got quicker and quicker, then it became very harsh, then he sort of groaned and his breathing turned to shuddering gasps – then it all went quiet. I ran back to the top of the stairs, shaking like a leaf, then I heard the toilet flush and I began to walk slowly along the landing.”
“And he came out, holding my bra! When he saw me, he went brick-red, and tried to hide it, but the straps wouldn’t stay hidden. Then he said – ‘I found this on the floor, Joan, and I was bringing it down to you.’ I put out my hand for it, and he hesitated. I knew he was worried that there might be some cum on it, but he had to give it to me.”
“I took it without saying anything, and opened it out, so we could both look at it. There were no stains on it. I said – ‘I wonder how it got in there? I thought it was in the bedroom.’ Donald looked as if he wanted the floor to swallow him up – and I was absolutely soaking! I was so turned on – but I felt so powerful! He had been masturbating with it round his cock two minutes ago, and now I was holding it up in front of him! I couldn’t help it – I rubbed it gently against my cheek. Then I said to him – ‘Oh, well, thanks, anyway, Donald – it’s one of my favorite ones. Do you like it?’ But that was too much for him, and he disappeared into the bedroom to fetch the basket.”