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True Story, Female exhibitionist, Masturbation, Oral Sex Posted
I led him through the kitchen, pausing to grab the small plastic
squeeze bottle of anti-bacterial soap off the counter. I took him to
the stairs and started up when my first flash inspiration hit me.
Two steps ahead of him, I "accidentally" dropped the small plastic
container and bent down to pick it up. I knew that this should put my
pussy just inches in front of his face.
I was hoping he would take the hint and do something...anything...but
didn't want to linger too long in my bent over position. It would just
be too obvious.
I straightened and led him down the hall to my room. Leading him to the
edge of my bed, I turned him to face me. For the first time, I got a
good look at the nasty ugly bruises on his knee and hip. I quickly
knelt down in front of him. I ran my fingertips ever so lightly over
the welt on his knee, and then moved my hand higher up, to the bruise
on the front of his hip.
Leaning in close, I ran my fingertips gently over the red area, probing
very, very gently.
I felt him wince a little, and leaned closer still, pretending to be
inspecting his wound.
My eyes, however, were focused on his penis. It was right in front of
me...inches away from my face...my mouth.
My pussy fluttered and my breath caught. I could feel the juices
soaking me. Oh God how I wanted to...wanted to...
I stood and pushed him gently back, seating him on the edge of my bed.
I held up his injured arm, pretending to examine his wound. But the
corners of my eyes were still focused on his penis...right
there...naked...between his legs...sitting on my bed.
My pussy fluttered again and I felt another flush of my juices. God I
hoped I wasn't dripping.
"Stay right there for a second," I managed to whisper in a hoarse
voice, "I'll be right back."
I scurried down toward the bathroom, but had to pause to catch my
breath. He was in my bedroom! He was sitting on my bed! He was naked!
His penis was...right there!
Regaining my composure, I entered the bathroom, hastily pulling the
electric toothbrush, blow dryer, and hair brush off the small tray they
sat on.
I opened the medicine chest and pulled out the tube of first aid cream
and the cotton balls. Moving quickly to the linen cabinet, I pulled out
gauze, bandages, and the peroxide. I grabbed a wash cloth and wet it
with warm water. Wringing it almost dry, I placed everything on the
tray and almost ran back to my room.
He was still sitting right where I had left him. I tried not to stare
at his penis as I approached, but my mouth was literally watering at
just the thought...
I had intended to set the tray on the bed next to him, but then
thought, "That would be stupid." A much better idea flashed through my
fantasy inflamed mind.
I stopped just in front of him and turned around. With my back to him,
I bent way over and carefully placed the tray on the floor. My feet
were discreetly apart, so I was pretty sure he would be able to see my
slit, and the lips of my pussy peeking between my thighs.
I bent my knees slightly as I fumbled with the tops of both the first
aid cream and the peroxide. I was pretty sure that, bent over like
this, with my knees somewhat bent, the cheeks of my butt would be
parting and he should be able to see my tiny back hole, as well as a
much better view of my pussy.
I fiddled with the supplies for a few moments, opening the gauze and
the bandages. God I wanted him to touch me...feel me...caress me...do
something...anything!
After a minute or two of...nothing...I gave up, straightening and
turning to face him.
I moved his knees slightly apart and stood between them, damp wash
cloth in my hand.
I propped one foot up on the edge of the bed, just outside his hip, and
reached for the wrist of his injured arm. I draped it across my knee,
inspecting his elbow again. I was hoping...wishing...praying...that in
this position his eyes would be on my open pussy, now right in front of
his face.
I let go of his arm and turned around, bending over again to retrieve
the peroxide.
When I turned back to face him, I thought, (or maybe just
hoped...prayed), that his penis looked like it had swelled a little
bit.
I propped my foot back up on the bed, again lewdly displaying my pussy
just inches in front of his face, and reached for his arm, laying it
across my knee. I dabbed at the scraped, bruised area with the cloth,
and, satisfied it wasn't actually bleeding, released his arm. I turned
and bent over once more, this time grabbing a couple of the cotton
balls.
I repeated my show of propping my foot up on the bed. This time, when I
placed his arm across my knee, I could actually see his eyes...staring
between my legs. My pussy fluttered.
I really...REALLY...wanted to reach down and spread my lips open and
ask...beg, for him to...to...to...
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