1. Because context is everything


    Date: 10/15/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Ijhel, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    something untoward was happening. Rather than seem annoyed, she smiled. Shyly at first then ever more brazen. I might have been slow on the uptake, but my cock wasn’t. The moment I saw her eyes and that cheeky grin, I felt the bl**d stirring below. The ’old man’ gave a sudden lurch and my breath caught in my throat. ”What the fuck?” I muttered. She suddenly leaned forward, cupped my head with one hand and kissed my mouth. Every hair on my body stood on end and a sensation not unlike neon electricity flashed inside my head. She drew back and looked into my eyes, but I was still in shock and offered no resistance. She kissed me again, only this time she opened her mouth and pressed an insistant tongue into my mouth. I reacted, tenderly cupping one of her breasts, and marvelling at the size and weight of it, but my reaction was merely that, a reaction. She had taken the initiative and she kept it. She moved closer to me so that her breasts pressed against me and my face was turned up to hers. Her left hand began to massage my thigh with spread fingers whilst her thumb rubbed the head of my cock through my jeans. ”What does your prick look like?” Majken asked abruptly. I stopped talking and stared at her in disbelief. ”Let me see it” she added. I wondered if I had been smoking too much, but there was no mistaking her intention. She wanted me to pull out my cock, right there and show it to her. ”I thought you were a lesbian” I protested weakly. I felt the ground was falling away ...
    beneath me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pull out my cock, not least because I wasn’t all that sure she would care for it. There was something intimidating in her body language I thought. ”I never said that” she replied, ”Well... not in so many words” ”Why do you want to see my prick?” I asked. She shrugged and then leant forward. The length of the sofa was between us, and she crossed it on her hands and knees with the lithe grace of a predatory feline. ”Let me see it.” It was a command rather than a plea. I stared into her eyes, and they were implacable. Demanding. I blinked and stood up. She knelt back on her heels to watch as I kicked off my jeans and boxers. I sat down again with my back to the wall, facing her with my knees drawn up in front of me. The music ended and Majken lit another j. Outside the rain fell steadily. Neither of us made any comment about my erection. ”What happened next?” she asked as she breathed out the first puff of smoke. Ester continued to work her hand up to my crotch as she kissed me. Her weight was pressing me into the corner of the sofa and her proximity was over powering me with the scent of her body. She was wearing perfume, but it didn’t hide the smell of her excitement. She was sweating enough from her arm pits and breasts that my head was dizzy with her odor. Many people are put off by sweat, but I found the fresh smell of her body’s recent exertions to be exhilerating. She was kissing me and breathing heavily into my mouth at the same ...
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