Thursday, November 13, 2014

Under the Blanket, Imagination Fuel

   
Something to get the mind to wander.

   As I knocked on her door I was greeted with a familiar voice.  She told me to come in and I did so without hesitation.  As I entered her house and I walked into the living room I saw her. My beautiful tease sitting on the couch, covered from neck to toe in a blanket, and her face flushed.  I smiled and asked her what was up with her cheeks.  She slyly bit her lip and told me had just finished reading a very lustful and stimulating story.  I perked up and asked her with a grin how stimulated she got.  She leaned back on the couch, still covered in her blanket, and said extremely.  She also confided that she was still very turned on and wanted me to sit across from her in a chair.


  I loved how her mind worked, so I complied and sat down.  I watched as I saw her hands moved under the blanket, slowly up and down her thighs.  As I continued to gaze I asked her what she was wearing under the blanket.  With a bit of a moan and a grin, she simply replied nothing.


  I could feel the bulge in pants begin to grow.  I continued to watch her through the blanket as she explored herself.  Her eyes locked on mine as I imagined her naked body in front of me.  I struggled to keep my hands to myself and wanted to rip off the blanket, but the tease was too much fun.  She let out a moan as I saw through the blanket that her hands were now playing with her pussy.  Her eyes continued to gaze into mine as I watched her shake , moan, and play.  My cock started to throb and begged to be let out.  I bit my lip as her moans become louder and her hands moved faster.


  I asked her if she could cum for me and she yes if I pulled out my cock for her to see.  I unzipped my pants and out my cock popped, hard and wanting her.  I stroked myself as I watch her continue to play under the blanket.  The blanket fell slightly from her top and exposed one of her breasts.  Her moans got louder and more focused as I stroked harder and faster. She was the definition of restraint as I didn't know how I could wait before I ripped off the blanket and fucked her.   


  Her eyes knew it was only a matter of time as kept playing.


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