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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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So, now that the subject was out in the open so to speak. Though we hadn't talked about it up front. A sort of recurring theme really.
I raised the subject again on one of my almost weekly visits. Sometimes on these visits , Anne welcomed my attentions, she would come and sit beside me on the couch and I would stroke her legs , never more than a couple of inches above the knee, before she stood up and went to make tea or some other excuse to move away.
Sometimes , she wasn't receptive at all.
One happy 15 minutes though , sat on the floor beside her in the chair... stroking the back of her legs and kissing her knees . Tame and a little weird I know , but up close and taking the nylon of those tights between my lips , perfect
But ... this part is about me raising the subject again
Not about providing a sample this time, but that it was almost unhealthy not to masturbate on a regular basis , according to the specialist.
I told Anne that the doctor had told me that it was a sort of 'use it or lose it thing' really.
And as I talked about it being a lonely and less than fully joyful thing doing it at home and how it was such a release to be able to talk about it with her , she said...
Look, just go upstairs and do it here !
I was blown away really..
Are you sure Anne love ?
Off you go she said, as simply as that
And it felt almost unreal, climbing her steps, walking in to her bedroom, laying on her bed, which had her smell about it. Unfastening my trousers, getting my cock out and wanking joyfully while she sat downstairs, waiting for me to finish.
I could even hear her moving around in the kitchen below.
Obviously it didn't take long for me to shoot my load all over my belly.
after a quick tidy up....
An awkward moment for me as I came back down the stairs, but she had made tea, and resumed small talk as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I drove home in a bit of a daze , marvelling at what had just happened.. |