1. What Katie Did in the Parking Station, by Katie_tt


    Date: 12/27/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Katie_tt, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    me. “I suppose Mrs Burgess is waiting for you with the shopping”, I say sweetly.” “No, she isn’t”, he says. He is very impatient to get away now. “I mean, there is no Mrs Burgess.” Before I can say anything he has backed out and I watch him circle the road before driving into his own driveway and disappearing around the back of the building. I gather my bags and take them up to my flat. “What was that all about, Katie?” I ask myself. Maybe he is gay, though his response to me was heterosexual enough. Maybe he is impotent and doesn’t want the humiliation of a failed encounter. Whatever the source, Mr Burgess has problems. Best stay away from him. I put my shopping away. I feel tired and am thinking about a nap before dinner. It is getting dark so I go to the French windows to draw the curtain before turning on the lights. I look at the building opposite, at the balcony where I recall having seen him. The apartment is dark. Is he with someone there? No Mrs Burgess but some woman…or man? Is he looking at porn, maybe one of those sites where women expose themselves on line? Is he masturbating? Visiting Mrs Palmer and her five daughters, as Alex describes his own solitary pleasure. I decide that a shower and some relaxation are in order. I go to the bathroom and begin undress, tossing the treacherous shirt into a basket. A liberating moment as the shorts panties come off. The panties are still damp and I have a vision of me handing them to Mr Burgess and he putting them to his ...
    face, savouring the lust-induced odour. Dammit Katie, stop thinking about Mr Burgess! I spread my legs and flex my knees slightly, enjoying the cool air on my vagina. I touch myself…it feels clammy…I really did get horny when I was with Mr Burgess, teasing myself as much as I was teasing him. I should relax, I tell myself. Some meditation will clear my head and get rid of this nagging desire. I lie on the bed, naked. My body feels hot inside, but the cool of the night is starting to make itself known to my skin. I get under the covers, lying on my back, liking the feel of the satin sheets on my breasts. I start the meditation process. Breathing slowly, aware of how my chest rises and falls with each breath, making my nipples brush on the sheets. Oh that feels good. Concentrating now on my feet, making myself aware of each toe. I wonder if Mr Burgess would like to nibble my toes. I am sure he would like a foot job. I try to go back to my relaxation exercise, shaking away the image of a penis ejaculating a creamy load all on to my bare feet. Of course it is Mr Burgess’s cock, as yet unseen but I know it is long and slim and very, very hard. Why won’t he leave my mind alone? Now my mind moves over each ankle, up along my calves…knees…thighs…THIGHS…You like my thighs, don’t you, Mr Burgess? Would you like to touch them, or just look at them, following them upwards anticipation, getting closer…closer… I am aware of has reached my lower lips. I am tracing with my mi the strange ...
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