Looking back, I realize now that she listened to my answer very closely and used every bit of it against me during our subsequent CFNM weekends. Well, maybe not ‘against me’ per say, but when I answered her question, she learned what it was that turned me on and she exploited that information to the hilt. She didn’t miss any details, either – it’s like she committed what I said to memory and then found ways to put it all into action in the way she teased and excited me when I was over there.
I have to admit that telling her what I thought about when I jacked-off could have been a disastrous experience. But, it wasn’t. Quite the contrary, in fact. I told her all of the seriously wicked and kinky things that went through my head when I thought about her as I stroked my cock – and she didn’t act shocked or surprised at all. She mostly sat there and listened to me, taking it all in. And once I got over my initial hesitation, I couldn’t stop myself. I actually enjoyed telling her everything and I felt very secure in the knowledge she wasn’t going to hold any of it against me. And yes, I told her absolutely everything — and in explicit detail, too.
It was incredibly exciting to sit naked next to her and describe in detail how I dreamed about her hanging her breasts over my face so I could suckle them while I beat my meat. I told her I dreamed about her sitting on my face and wiggling her little pussy down on my mouth. She didn’t flinch when I told her I fantasized about having her in a doggie position on her bed while I licked and sucked her from behind for hours on end. When I emphasized the fact that I wanted to lick and suck her ‘everywhere’, her eyebrows perked up and she smiled, but she didn’t show any shock.
The only real reactions I got was when I told her I visualized her laying naked on her bed with her knees pulled way up and her fingers playing with her pussy while I watched. She laughed at me when I told her that, saying, “Don’t hold your breath on that one.” But when I told her I’d contemplated how much fun it would be to shave her pussy bald, she giggled and warned me that she might shave me ‘down there’!
So, as I sat there, I literally confessed all my carnal desires to her while my cock strained, dripped and throbbed during the whole conversation. Little did I know that Sharron would use all the information I was telling her each week to keep me titillated, excited, aroused and erect.
But, our game of Twenty Questions worked both ways, too. I learned that she had a deep interest and fascination with my cock. Not only because it was bigger than others she’d seen and held, but because she could see it and feel it without any strings attached. I also learned that she was self-conscious about her body. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t admit she was cute, or sexy. She felt her boobs weren’t pretty and she thought her butt wasn’t perfect. I tried in vain to tell her she was stone-cold-beautiful, but, there was no convincing her. For nine out of ten men, she was a wet dream come true — a walking fantasy — a truly pretty and sexy woman.
Through the game, we embarrassingly learned that both of us had some degree of bi-curiosity. We also learned that we shared a fascination about being tied up and giving or receiving a spanking. We both admitted an interest and fear of anal play. I got her to tell me her favorite sexual activity and I told her mine. We both liked the idea of experimenting with two sex partners at once, but neither of us had ever done it. All in all, we shared our sexual thoughts, desires and fantasies with each other, content to know our secrets were safe with the other. Short of the one time where we actually had sex with each other, it was the hottest two hours we ever shared together.
On Saturdays, Sharron would always plan a weekend project for us to do together. More often than not, it was cleaning her condo. We would go from room to room where we dusted, cleaned and vacuumed. One time, we painted her bedroom and another time we wallpapered her hallway. While we worked on those projects, we listed to music CDs or talked about stuff that was going on in our lives. But throughout the day, she always took frequent liberties to feel me up or stroke me. Many times, she was content to sit and watch me work naked. We had long, deep conversations about the most nebulous topics one can imagine interspersed with an occasional hand job from her, or me outright masturbating myself in front of her.
I was never allowed to touch her unless she asked me to, and that didn’t happen for a long, long time. Actually, it wasn’t until the Saturday evening of my fifth CFNM weekend. Sharron told me she wanted to take a shower so she could wash her hair. Before I could catch myself, I asked her if I could wash it for her.
She chuckled. “Yeah, right,” she said, “you just want to see me naked.”
“No, my dear,” I corrected her, “I was only trying to pamper you a little. You could relax and I’ll take care of everything. I’ll wash your hair, massage your scalp and put conditioner in. I promise I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t want me to touch; you have my word on that. And besides, by now don’t you think I’ve earned the privilege of seeing you naked?”
Sharron crooked her head and gave me a slight smile. “You know,” she replied, “you’re right. You’ve been such a good boy, Brad, and I know I can trust you. So, yeah….. this might even be fun. I could do with a little pampering tonight.”
I think she knew how much this gesture meant to me, because she took me by the hand and led me to her hall closet where she asked me to get three clean towels down. As I reached up to the shelf to grab them, her hand found its way to my erection and she pumped me for a few seconds until I had the towels pulled down and cradled against my chest. Then, closing the closet door, she held onto my cock and pulled me along beside her as we made our way into her hall bathroom.
“You know,” she said, “I was going to shave my legs tonight. If you really want to pamper me, maybe I should let you do that, too. What do you think, Brad? Do you want the job of being my personal bath assistant?”
“Holy Fuck!” I thought. My brain exploded with a million visions of bathing her and I felt another hundred pounds of pressure build up inside my throbbing penis. Never in a thousand years did I expect her to ask me that question. I didn’t even expect her to let me wash her hair – and now here she was asking if I would be her bath assistant. Perhaps my good conduct in the proceeding months was about to pay off big time!
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Of course.” She answered. “I think as part of your CFNM duties, you should be required to perform any personal service I might want. Just remember to keep yourself in line and don’t do anything to make me regret letting you do this. Okay?”
“No problem.” I replied.
So, I spent the next hour and a half in the bathroom with her – living the most incredible experience one can imagine. First, Sharron let me undress her. My hands were actually shaking as I removed each piece of clothing from her angelic body. When I removed her bra and her bare boobs were right in front of me, I reached down and subconsciously started to stroke myself. She halted me immediately by reaching out and stopping my hand, telling me I shouldn’t touch myself when I was bathing her. As I took my hand off my pole, Sharron giggled and whispered “Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t touch it.” She gave me a few strokes and then told me to get on with it.
And get on with it I did! I kneeled down in front of her to pull her shorts down and she stepped out of them. As she stood there in her panties, I put my hands on her hips and leaned forward to plant light kisses her all around her belly button. She was fine with that, but when my kisses started going lower and reached the top of her panties, she put her hands on my head and stopped me.
“Hold on there, tiger.” She warned. “You’re supposed to be getting me undressed for a bath and pampering me, remember?”
I looked up at her — and in my sweetest voice begged, “Please, Sharron. Just for a minute? You know damn well what this is doing to me. Please?”
“Okay, Brad,” she answered, “no tugging on Mr. Winkie, though. I was thinking I might want to take a ride on him tonight, and if I do, I want him exploding inside of me, not inside of your hand!”
With that, Sharron spread her legs and allowed me to press my face into her panty encased pussy. At first, I nuzzled my nose between her legs and took in her scent. She was obviously excited, and as my tongue began to run up and down the silky material covering her vagina, I moved my hands behind her, clutched the cheeks of her bottom and pulled myself into her as deeply as she would allow.
She let me kiss, lick and sniff her on the outside of her panties for a minute and then said, “I think that’s about enough, Brad.” But, just as she said it, my tongue found her clit through her panties and I sucked on it. Then, instead of making me stop, she surprisingly pulled my head tighter into her crotch. Seeing an opportunity take this further, I slipped one of my hands between her legs, moved the crotch of her panties aside and then immediately slipped my tongue between her pussy lips. “Oh,” she moaned, “that feels really good.”
My hands went to her hips and I pulled her panties all the way down to give me more room to lick her. Stepping out of her panties, she reached down to her pussy and held her lips apart to give my tongue better access to the treasure between her legs.
“Now, I’m really going to pamper you.” I said looking up at her. “I’ve dreamed about licking your pussy and making you cum. Just relax and let me pleasure you.”
I began to make long, slow strokes with my tongue up and down her girl spot as she held it open for me. Her clit was poking out of its hood as she stretched her lips apart, so when I licked up to the top of her slit, I sucked Sharron’s clit into my mouth and diddled it with my tongue. After another minute, I moved one of my hands between her legs again and slipped one finger slowly up into her pussy and wiggled it around.