Rachel was so taken with me watching her wank that I quickly realised her promise to watch me had been serious and not just something uttered in an orgasmic afterglow. We arranged it for a week or so after and she asked me if there was anything I wanted her to do.
I thought about it for a while. “Yes, if you don’t mind, could you wear a dress with a deep cleavage in it?”
“What for?”
“Because I told you a story, I got you hot, but blokes are more, well…”
“Visual,” she said and laughed. “Okay, I have just the dress.”
So it was that she came to mine on the Friday night and we had a drink and a laugh, each of us knowing what the other was thinking. Finally, after we’d drunk most of a bottle, she lowered her voice, gave me a killer smile and asked if I was ready. She was wearing a light summer dress, bright and airy, that came above her knees and plunged at the neck, with a line of buttons running to the waist. As she leaned towards me, giving me a fantastic view of her cleavage, I was ready.
“Stand up,” she said firmly, smiling slightly. Rachel stayed sitting in the chair and as I stood in front of her I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans. She looked at my groin and nodded at the tent my cock was making.
“Hmmm,” she said, “looks like my cleavage is turning you on.” She pursed her lips and looked down at the V of her dress. She undid the top button and spread the opening for me. The view I got of her beautiful tits cupped in a white push-up bra made me completely hard.
“God Rachel, you’re gorgeous,” I said, “you’re making me so hard.”
“Then you’ll be more comfortable without this,” she said, tapping my t-shirt and then she tapped my jeans, “and these.”
I quickly pulled my t-shirt off and slid my jeans down and off my legs until I was standing in front of her wearing only my boxers, my cock straining against the fabric.
Rachel sat back in the chair and crossed her legs. “Lay on the floor,” she said “and start rubbing yourself through your boxers.”
I did, closing my eyes whilst I softly stroked the length of my cock through the fabric. When I opened them again, she was smiling at me. “That’s so fucking hot,” she said, “keep going.”
I slid my boxers off slowly and looked at my hard on, pointing at me, then at Rachel. She was staring intently at my cock. “Fucking hell,” she said, “it’s so hard.” She leaned back in the chair, shifting her bum on the seat. “You know the worse thing, I really want to fuck you now.” She laughed and ran her hands down her hips, rolling her eyes back in mock ecstasy.
I gripped my cock, holding it tight to make it look even harder and began to stroke it. She watched my hand intently, biting her lower lip and when I increased my speed she made a little pleased groan. She caught me staring at her tits, so she moved her hands up from her lap slowly and cupped them under her bra, before squeezing her breasts. She smirked as she squeezed them for me.
“Are you enjoying watching me wank?”
“Yes,” she said, “it’s awesome but I wish I was doing it.”
I watched as her hands played with her tits and spread my legs, hotching around on my back so that she could see more clearly.
“Play with your balls,” she said and I did, happy to follow requests like that. I cupped them, rubbing my palm gently against them, letting my fingers caress the sides.
“Oh yes,” I said and Rachel repeated it.
By now I was masturbating in full force, moaning and groaning, trying to slow it down to enjoy it all the more but fighting a losing battle against the intense feelings of pleasure that were starting in my balls.
“Are you watching?” I growled.
Rachel was almost leaning off the edge of the chair by now. “Yes,” she said, her hands straying into her lap, “I want to see you cum.”
“I’m almost there.”
Rachel dropped off the chair and knelt between my legs, leaning forward so that I could see her cleavage over the top of my cock. It was enough and tipped me over the edge. I groaned and stared into her eyes, wanting so badly for her to finish me off and let me ravish her. I watched her tits, imagined my cock in her cleavage.
I kept stroking, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm. “I’m going to cum Rachel,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Yes, cum, cum.”
It was only a few more strokes, I could feel it building and then it was there. I squeezed my hand around my cock and let the orgasm sweep through me, our eyes locked as my cum splattered on my belly.
“Fucking hell,” she said, “that was so fucking hot.”
I was out of breath and let my whole body go limp, letting go of my cock and closing my eyes. “You can say that again,” I said, “but next time, I want you to do it.”
“It’s a deal,” she said.
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