She started in with another series of high pitched ‘Oh my Gawd’s’ as I continued to flex my cock muscles, but suddenly, her squealing abruptly stopped. Looking down, I could see why. A large drop of pre-cum was hanging off the tip of my cock, just about to become so heavy that it was going to drip on her kitchen floor.
Feeling bold, I took a few steps toward her kitchen table, extended my cock over the edge of it, turned toward her and then grasped my cock with my right hand and milked the drop, plus a few more, out the tip of my cock and into a small pool on her table.
I hadn’t intended to touch myself in front of her, but, the sight of her standing there with her skirt above her waist showing off her bikini panties and her mound pressing visibly against the material… well, it was more than I expected and I simply couldn’t stop myself.
Holding her skirt above her waist, she took a few steps herself, enough to get close enough where she could bend down and look at the pool of pre-cum which now adorned her table. “That’s amazing.” She said. “You can just squeeze that out?” She asked.
“Well, ” I said as I started to turn toward her sink, “I didn’t want it to drip on your clean floor. I’ll get a paper towel and clean it up.”
“NO!” She yelled. “I mean, no… please… you don’t have to do that,” she said, “it’s okay, I can get it later.” Her voice trailed off and I could see that she was both emphatic, and embarrassed at the way she stopped me from cleaning it up. She obviously wanted me to leave the small pool of pre-cum on her table, and I was happy to oblige her.
Turning to face her, she again started to stare at me. “You’re staring at my cock.” I said.
She must have thought I was mad or upset with her, because there was a slight look of fright in her face. I smiled and told her I was just kidding and that she was free to look as much as she wanted. Holding out my hand to her, I guided her over to one of her kitchen chairs adjacent to the pool of my pre-cum, and told her to sit down. As she sat, she let go of her skirt and it fell back into place, covering her panties and ruining my view.
“Pull your skirt back up so I can see, would you?” I asked.
Without saying a word, she rose and pulled her skirt up and bunched it above her waist and sat back down. Moving right in front of her, I grasped my cock again and started to pump myself. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped open as my hand slowly moved up and down my shaft. Another drop of pre-cum started to drip out and I squeezed it out into the pool as she watched and then ran my finger over the tip of my cock, smearing the residue around my cock head as she watched.
“Do you want me to make myself cum right here in front of you…. all over your table?” I asked.
“Oh, Gawd yes!” She answered.
“Then spread your knees, Sharron, and pull one of your knees up so I can see between your legs better.” I said. “You have to give me something to look at if you want me to masturbate for you.”
She did as I asked without delay, pulling one of her feet up and placing it on the front edge of her chair and opening her self up so I could look directly down at the gusset of her panties. And oh my, they were wet, indeed. There was a large wet spot, right where her pussy would be, causing the material to stretch and cling to her pussy lips making them almost completely discernable.
“Ah….” I moaned. “Very nice. I like that. Thank you for letting me see you so open. I’ll tell you when I start to get close to cuming so you can take your panties off and give them to me, okay?”
She pulled her gaze away from my cock momentarily to look up at me, nodded her head up and down, and then went back to staring at my cock. So with that, I affixed my stare on her panty covered pussy and resumed my stroking.
Periodically, as more pre-cum appeared, I milked my shaft down toward the tip and let it drip into the growing pool just inches away from her. Each time I did, she became almost trance like following each move of my hand until the drop fell into the pool before her. And when I started to jack myself again, her eyes would stare intently, as if she was trying to memorize everything she was seeing.
“You like watching me do this, don’t you?” I asked.
Again, she didn’t answer me, but she looked up to see if I really wanted her to answer.
“Sharron, just as much as panties turn me on, this turns you on, doesn’t it? Seeing me naked and masturbating in front of you….. you really like this, don’t you?” I asked.
She looked up at me again and when she did I said “Come on, be truthful. If this turns you on, maybe we can do it more sort of help each other out, you know?”
“Okay,” she said, “you’re right. I love seeing a naked man or a hard cock and I’ve fantasized about seeing a man masturbate in front of me for as long as I can remember. I guess that’s pretty sick, huh?”
“Not at all, Sharron.” I answered. “Don’t forget, I’m the one standing in front of you almost naked, stroking my cock and about to cum all over your table. You didn’t hold a gun to my head, you know. And, speaking of cuming, you better give me your panties, quick! I don’t know how much longer I can hold off. It feels like I’m going to shoot off pretty soon.”
I stepped back so she could move her legs, but not before taking one last look at her panty covered pussy. After I moved out of her way, she stood up and let her skirt fall. Then reaching underneath, she quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, never once letting anything show.
Sitting back down, she reached her trembling hand out to offer me her wet panties. I stepped back in front of her, moving in as close as I could get without actually touching her. I took her panties from her hand, held them to my nose and started to jack myself faster and faster while watching for her reaction.
She must have known there was a chance I was going to smell her panties, but maybe she thought I was just going to look at them or wrap them around my cock as I jerked off. Seeing me actually sniff her panties must have either embarrassed her, or turned her on because she gasped and blushed redder than I’ve ever seen her blush as she watched me inhale her scent. Looking directly into her eyes, I said “This is a dream come true for me, Sharron. Thank you.”
It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to cum. I still had time to back off and delay it a while, but by this point, I was ready I was more than ready.
“I’m getting close, Sharron.” I warned. “Do you want to stroke me and make me cum?” I asked.
Her eyes darted up to mine and I could see the conflict there. Her hand started to move toward my cock, but then she pulled it back. The combination of my stroking and the smell from her panties were driving me closer and closer to what I knew was going to be an eruption, so I asked her again.
“I need to know now, Sharron….. do you want to make me cum. Yes or no?” I urged.
She didn’t move, and when she didn’t immediately say something, I figured I was on my own. Another second later, I felt the stopping point pass and cum start to swell up for the impending explosion just a few seconds away. I nudged up against her knees and twisted toward her table to make sure it all landed there, and just as the first contraction started, her hand reached out and stopped an inch or so away from my shaft.
I pulled my hand away as quickly as I could. As soon as my hand was clear, she wrapped her little hand around my cock and tugged on me. Her touch was light, but tight – and I could tell she didn’t have much experience in jacking a guy off. But still, I was already past the point of no return and as she jacked me, I shot three huge ropes of cum across her table.
She wasn’t the only one surprised I was, too. This was much more cum and a much stronger orgasm than I usually have. And, judging from the look on her face, Sharron was really impressed.
She continued to pump me until I emptied out all over her table. Seeing that I was done, she let go of my cock and looked up at me with an apprehensive look. “That was wonderful, Sharron. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much at one time. You were fantastic!”
My comment brought a smile to her face and her eyes started to water. “I’ve never been able to do that right,” she said, “every guy I’ve ever tried to give a hand job to always told me I was doing it wrong.”
“Well, just take a look at the mess all over your table if you think you didn’t do it right.” I replied. “I’ll let you give me a hand job anytime you want to. You were great.”
A tear fell from her eye and she stood up and hugged me. My still hard cock, rubbing up against her blouse, was twitching and leaking against her. I felt her hand snake down between us and hold my cock as we hugged. She started to cry.
“All those years,” I heard her say, “you were right here, loving me and wanting me and I never even knew it. I feel like an ass. Can you ever forgive me?”
“I’ve already forgiven you, Sharron.” I said. “I know we’ll never be the way I dreamed it would be, but, at least now you know how much someone loved you.”
She pulled away from the hug and wiped her eyes. “I think you deserve a reward for hanging in there so long and never pushing me. What if we just forget everything I said at lunch, for now, and spend one night together….. you know, as boyfriend and girlfriend? Just one night. How would that be?”
“Sharron, as much as my heart is leaping up and down hearing you say that, I know you’re only saying it because you know it will make me happy. If you really want to give me a reward, how about kissing me again, like the one we had a while ago and I’ll just pretend it’s the kiss you would give me while we were making passionate love.”
Tears started to fill her eyes again as she put her arms around my neck. “I don’t deserve to have you as my friend. You have been my angel for years and I love you so much.” She said. Then as her eyes closed and her lips pressed to mine, I experienced the kiss of a lifetime. Between feeling the tears streaming down her face, her warm mouth and her hands stroking the back of my neck, she almost made me want to beg her for a second chance at everything. I held back my own tears and just threw myself into the kiss, hoping it would last forever. When our kiss finally ended, my face was covered with her tears, make-up and lipstick.
Until that instant, I didn’t realize that my cock had swelled back to full strength and was leaking profusely into the palm of her hand. I saw her look down and when she did, I looked down, too, to see her blouse was spotted with sperm and pre-cum.
“Oops,” I said, “Sorry about that. Guess I made two messes here today.”
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She replied.
Turning to look at the clock, she said “Oh, shit! Look at the time! I have to get back to my office!”
I reached for a paper towel and told her I would clean up the mess while she changed her blouse. “Please…. no. Don’t clean it up.” She said. “I want to do that, okay?”
“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll run and put on another top and we’ll both get out of here in two minutes.” She suggested, as she turned and ran out of the kitchen towards her bedroom.
I was doing up the clasp on my belt when she came back into the kitchen with another white blouse on. “Damn,” she said, “I was hoping to catch you in your underwear, or less.”
“Speaking of underwear, did you put some panties on?” I asked.
Without batting an eye, she pulled her skirt up to show me that she put on a fresh pair of panties. “Black panties?” I asked. “Yeah,” she replied, “I guess I’m feeling a little naughty right now.”
“Come on,” she said, “we better get going or we’ll both be fired.”
I moved toward her front door, but when I got there, she wasn’t behind me. Looking back toward her kitchen, I saw her coming toward me, holding the yellow panties in her hand.
“You earned these,” she said, “and believe it or not, I really want you to have them and, uh, well…. use them.”
She stuffed the yellow panties into my pocket at the same time as she reached up to kiss me on the cheek. “I’ll see you on Saturday morning, right?” She asked. “Why don’t you come really early and we’ll have breakfast and get started right away.”
“I’d like that,” I said, “I’ll be here at 7:00.”