I didn't know what yo say."err, my cock" is all I managed to say
"Why are you so hard" Lauren asked
I explained that her pencil skirt, blouse and heels combo had my mind racing.
Her face lit up as I spoke about her.
She circled me, looking me up and down. Everytime she passed in front of me she grabbed my cock for just a second, letting it go as she continued circling , leaving it swinging around.
"What are we going to do about this then" lauren questioned as she stood in front of me, left hand pulling hard on my now very hard penis. She didn't let me answer, her finger on my lips preventing me from speaking. She was now slowly stroking my shift, slowly back and forth still with eyes locked together
It started slow, but grew faster and harder. Lauren spat on her hand for some lubrication, and the strokes got faster. Sloppier.
My mind was in overdrive. This sort of thing only happens in a porno, not in real life and certainly not to me! Lauren's other hand reached under my t-shirt and up my back. Her hands were delicate and soft - she pressed firmly on my back while her other hand was still working away with perfect motion on my cock
"How do you feel now? Do you feel any anxiety?"
"No, I feel great!" I replied with glee
"Cum for me" Lauren whispered. Still stroking, her demand was too much for me to hold. I felt my balls bulging, my knees going week, she repeated her instruction and I released a powerful load across the coffee table in front of me.
Lauren stepped back, leaving me standing there somewhat exposed in the middle of the room, shorts still down, cock still out. She looked back as my penis continued to orgasm and cum oozed out and slowly dripped to the floor. |
