u/acorn_sweetleaf

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, with my head on his lap and his thing almost in my mouth, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together.

Thirty hours building the Lego Death Star.

Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection.

Holding his hand when he cried about Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this…

I licked my lips.

Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

His cock.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy. “You’re such a good friend.”

I was losing sight of what the point of this all was. My head was now inches from his cock once more, and my mouth was literally drooling. Maybe I should just stop messing around and suck it. I mean, I wanted to. And I’m pretty sure he wanted it too. I opened my mouth.

“I think I might get more comfortable, too,” I said, the words coming out of my mouth before I could vet them. “It's only fair.”

This time, I didn’t wait for an answer, my heart was pounding as I lifted my head from him. I could see the confusion and anticipation warring on his face as I pushed myself up to sit beside him on the couch.

“You can watch, if you like.”

I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it up and over my head, feeling my tits fall against my body. I arched my back slightly, pushing them forward, giving him the full view. "Do you like them?" I asked, my trembling slightly. It felt obscene to be topless in front of him, but it always felt exhilarating, and sitting in front of him now, in just a small skirt and my panties, I knew there was no turning back. "I've always wondered what you'd think."

We looked down at them together. They have always been large, but with Leo’s throbbing cock in the background, they looked extra obscene, almost anime-proportioned, my nipples hard and bumpy and clearly craving stimulation.

“They look…fuck, Sarah. They look great.”

I sighed, his words hitting me like a physical force. To see Leo with his cock out, appraising my body, was doing something to me, and I needed more of it.

I stood up then, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my skirt. I wiggled my hips as I slid it down over my round, full ass, letting it pool at my feet. I turned my back to him and bent at the waist, giving him a view of my ass in my panties (they were very cute) before I hooked my thumbs into them and slid them down, feeling them come away in a sticky mess from my pussy. I was momentarily embarrassed until I looked between my legs and saw his cock throb at the sight of it. I arched my back and looked forward.

"Come closer," I whispered. “I want to know if you think it looks nice…”

My knees were trembling slightly, and I opened my legs a little wider, knowing that he was the perfect eye level with my puffy pussy and little asshole. Even thinking of the words ‘pussy’ and ‘asshole’ in the context of being around Leo was wrong in a way that made me extra horny.

This was going so far.

“Is it weird seeing your best friend naked?” I asked, turning to face him, looking down at myself and seeing my fat, glistening lips, suddenly ashamed and embarrassed. This was my best friend, the nerdy guy I'd spent countless hours with, and here I was, completely naked and dripping wet for him. “I’m sorry.”

“No!” He said, sitting forward. “No, honestly. It’s…oh god honestly its fucking incredible.”

I stepped a little closer. “Really?”

He nodded. “Your body…your…your boobs.”

I laughed. “It’s funny hearing you say boobs.”

He looked embarrassed.

“No!” I said, taking another step toward him, standing between his legs now, my feet almost under the couch. “No…I like it. Here, give me your hands.”

He did as he was told, holding out his arms. I took them by the wrists and brought them up to my breasts, placing them gently on my body. His cock throbbed once more and I smiled, my pussy at eye level to him, close enough that it took all my willpower not to grab the back of his head and thrust myself into his mouth.

“Feel them…” I whispered, pleasure shooting through my body just from the feel of his touch. “It’s okay. Don’t be shy.”

He started a little tentatively, squeezing gently, reverently, watching the way they moved, savoring how they felt.

“That’s it,” I said, my eyelids fluttering shut. “You can do it a little harder, if you like.”

Whoops, I thought. I just told my best friend to be rougher with my tits.

And the worst part was, he obeyed instantly, his tentative touch quickly transforming into something more demanding, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my breasts, kneading them roughly as he gripped my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them away from my body until I gasped. The mix of pleasure and pain shot through me and my hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting forward and back in a rhythm that mimicked what I desperately wanted.

"Fuck," I breathed out, my voice ragged already. “That’s nice.”

He responded by pinching my nipples even tighter, twisting a little, just enough to make me yelp with arousal and embarrassment, my hips now fucking an invisible nothing, my pussy literally dripping down my inner thighs, clenching around nothing. I could feel how wet I was, how needy, and I didn't care that I was acting like some desperate slut in front of my best friend. I looked down at him, forced myself to do it, watching his face as he handled my sensitive breasts, a smile spreading across his face as I shamelessly fucked the empty space between us.

“Stop,” I said, stepping away slightly. “I need to tell you something.”

“What?” he asked, the old Leo returning, his face filled with concern for his best friend. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “I just….need to ask you something and I’m not sure how you’re going to react…”

“Ask me,” he said, taking my hand, holding it softly and looking up at me, our eyes meeting, his touch tender once more. “I’ve got you.”

I nodded, feeling myself flush crimson with embarrassment, the color blossoming on my naked chest.

“I…it’s…” I looked away in embarrassment. I steeled myself. It was going to be okay. Even if he said no, at least we shared this moment together. It was fine. We were friends. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “Can I suck it? Please ?”

So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening…

For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he.

I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear.

And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too.

Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position.

Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting to contract a little. His body, too, was responding; tiny, almost imperceptible tremors, his breathing getting deeper with each pass, sometimes stopping for a second before returning to its regular rhythm.

Fuck I was horny. This was getting too much.

I needed to suck it or ride it or choke on it or something otherwise I was going to explode.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, gyrating my hips slightly. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Uhh…” His voice was strained. “Yeah. Uh. Yeah. This is nice.”

“Oh,” I said, making my voice as theatrically disappointed as I could manage in the small space. “I’m struggling to get comfy.”

“Oh,” he said, disappointment in his own voice. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not at all. You’re my pillow now.” I giggled. “You have a very important job.”

“I see,” he said, matching my laughter. But I could tell he didn’t get it. Not really. But he was about to. “It’s this fabric,” I said. “On your shorts. It’s a bit scratchy…”

I heard him swallow from behind me. Like, I actually fucking heard him swallow. I thought that only happened in movies when the sound guy got a bit too excited. It also made me realise that this whole time, ever since I woke up with my head next to his throbbing cock, from almost wrapping my lips around it to basically giving his balls a massage, I hadn't looked at him once.

I turned my head.

His face—a face I had seen so many times before, from happy to sad, from angry to hurt, from confused to amusded—had taken on a quality I had never seen before. It was something like desire and lust and restraint and friendship and embarrassment all rolled into one and it was honestly one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were alternating between focused and unfocused as I continued to caress his balls as I spoke.

“Could you take them off for me?”

My angle, half way down his body, further reinforced the sexual nature of our positioning, and I had to look up at him through my long eyelashes, both of my breasts now resting on his tummy, dangerously close to smothering his cock.

“Please? Pretty please? For me? I won’t make it weird, I promise.”

He swallowed again, but this time it was accompanied by a very slight nod of his head.

“Yay,” I smiled. “Want me to help take them off for you?”

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “I…I got it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, leaning back from him and watching as his hands went to his shorts in the dim light of the room. I watched him with one hand gently cupping one of my breasts, my thumb slowly caressing my erect nipple as I watched the confusion and hesitation play out on his face. Seeing him like that was so hot. I didn’t even realise I was touching myself. It wasn’t until I noticed that I was licking my lips that I came back to myself, realising what his hesitation was. “Boxer shorts too,” I clarified. “If that’s okay? I just want to be comfy.”

“Uh. If it’s…I mean…yeah.”

He took a deep breath and made the move I had been waiting for, finally revealing what I had been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes, the thing I had been fantasizing about kissing and licking and sucking and riding ever since I was confronted with the sudden awareness that he possessed it.

His cock.

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours together building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried telling me about how Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy and licked my lips. “You’re such a good friend.”

I knew what I needed to do…

[More tomorrow if you want it!]

So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening…

For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he.

I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear.

And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too.

Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position.

Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting to contract a little. His body, too, was responding; tiny, almost imperceptible tremors, his breathing getting deeper with each pass, sometimes stopping for a second before returning to its regular rhythm.

Fuck I was horny. This was getting too much.

I needed to suck it or ride it or choke on it or something otherwise I was going to explode.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, gyrating my hips slightly. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Uhh…” His voice was strained. “Yeah. Uh. Yeah. This is nice.”

“Oh,” I said, making my voice as theatrically disappointed as I could manage in the small space. “I’m struggling to get comfy.”

“Oh,” he said, disappointment in his own voice. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not at all. You’re my pillow now.” I giggled. “You have a very important job.”

“I see,” he said, matching my laughter. But I could tell he didn’t get it. Not really. But he was about to. “It’s this fabric,” I said. “On your shorts. It’s a bit scratchy…”

I heard him swallow from behind me. Like, I actually fucking heard him swallow. I thought that only happened in movies when the sound guy got a bit too excited. It also made me realise that this whole time, ever since I woke up with my head next to his throbbing cock, from almost wrapping my lips around it to basically giving his balls a massage, I hadn't looked at him once.

I turned my head.

His face—a face I had seen so many times before, from happy to sad, from angry to hurt, from confused to amusded—had taken on a quality I had never seen before. It was something like desire and lust and restraint and friendship and embarrassment all rolled into one and it was honestly one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were alternating between focused and unfocused as I continued to caress his balls as I spoke.

“Could you take them off for me?”

My angle, half way down his body, further reinforced the sexual nature of our positioning, and I had to look up at him through my long eyelashes, both of my breasts now resting on his tummy, dangerously close to smothering his cock.

“Please? Pretty please? For me? I won’t make it weird, I promise.”

He swallowed again, but this time it was accompanied by a very slight nod of his head.

“Yay,” I smiled. “Want me to help take them off for you?”

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “I…I got it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, leaning back from him and watching as his hands went to his shorts in the dim light of the room. I watched him with one hand gently cupping one of my breasts, my thumb slowly caressing my erect nipple as I watched the confusion and hesitation play out on his face. Seeing him like that was so hot. I didn’t even realise I was touching myself. It wasn’t until I noticed that I was licking my lips that I came back to myself, realising what his hesitation was. “Boxer shorts too,” I clarified. “If that’s okay? I just want to be comfy.”

“Uh. If it’s…I mean…yeah.”

He took a deep breath and made the move I had been waiting for, finally revealing what I had been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes, the thing I had been fantasizing about kissing and licking and sucking and riding ever since I was confronted with the sudden awareness that he possessed it.

His cock.

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours together building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried telling me about how Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy and licked my lips. “You’re such a good friend.”

I knew what I needed to do…

[More tomorrow if you want it!]

So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening…

For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he.

I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear.

And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too.

Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position.

Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting to contract a little. His body, too, was responding; tiny, almost imperceptible tremors, his breathing getting deeper with each pass, sometimes stopping for a second before returning to its regular rhythm.

Fuck I was horny. This was getting too much.

I needed to suck it or ride it or choke on it or something otherwise I was going to explode.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, gyrating my hips slightly. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Uhh…” His voice was strained. “Yeah. Uh. Yeah. This is nice.”

“Oh,” I said, making my voice as theatrically disappointed as I could manage in the small space. “I’m struggling to get comfy.”

“Oh,” he said, disappointment in his own voice. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not at all. You’re my pillow now.” I giggled. “You have a very important job.”

“I see,” he said, matching my laughter. But I could tell he didn’t get it. Not really. But he was about to. “It’s this fabric,” I said. “On your shorts. It’s a bit scratchy…”

I heard him swallow from behind me. Like, I actually fucking heard him swallow. I thought that only happened in movies when the sound guy got a bit too excited. It also made me realise that this whole time, ever since I woke up with my head next to his throbbing cock, from almost wrapping my lips around it to basically giving his balls a massage, I hadn't looked at him once.

I turned my head.

His face—a face I had seen so many times before, from happy to sad, from angry to hurt, from confused to amusded—had taken on a quality I had never seen before. It was something like desire and lust and restraint and friendship and embarrassment all rolled into one and it was honestly one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were alternating between focused and unfocused as I continued to caress his balls as I spoke.

“Could you take them off for me?”

My angle, half way down his body, further reinforced the sexual nature of our positioning, and I had to look up at him through my long eyelashes, both of my breasts now resting on his tummy, dangerously close to smothering his cock.

“Please? Pretty please? For me? I won’t make it weird, I promise.”

He swallowed again, but this time it was accompanied by a very slight nod of his head.

“Yay,” I smiled. “Want me to help take them off for you?”

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “I…I got it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, leaning back from him and watching as his hands went to his shorts in the dim light of the room. I watched him with one hand gently cupping one of my breasts, my thumb slowly caressing my erect nipple as I watched the confusion and hesitation play out on his face. Seeing him like that was so hot. I didn’t even realise I was touching myself. It wasn’t until I noticed that I was licking my lips that I came back to myself, realising what his hesitation was. “Boxer shorts too,” I clarified. “If that’s okay? I just want to be comfy.”

“Uh. If it’s…I mean…yeah.”

He took a deep breath and made the move I had been waiting for, finally revealing what I had been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes, the thing I had been fantasizing about kissing and licking and sucking and riding ever since I was confronted with the sudden awareness that he possessed it.

His cock.

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours together building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried telling me about how Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy and licked my lips. “You’re such a good friend.”

I knew what I needed to do…

[More tomorrow if you want it!]

So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening…

For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he.

I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear.

And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too.

Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position.

Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting to contract a little. His body, too, was responding; tiny, almost imperceptible tremors, his breathing getting deeper with each pass, sometimes stopping for a second before returning to its regular rhythm.

Fuck I was horny. This was getting too much.

I needed to suck it or ride it or choke on it or something otherwise I was going to explode.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, gyrating my hips slightly. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Uhh…” His voice was strained. “Yeah. Uh. Yeah. This is nice.”

“Oh,” I said, making my voice as theatrically disappointed as I could manage in the small space. “I’m struggling to get comfy.”

“Oh,” he said, disappointment in his own voice. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not at all. You’re my pillow now.” I giggled. “You have a very important job.”

“I see,” he said, matching my laughter. But I could tell he didn’t get it. Not really. But he was about to. “It’s this fabric,” I said. “On your shorts. It’s a bit scratchy…”

I heard him swallow from behind me. Like, I actually fucking heard him swallow. I thought that only happened in movies when the sound guy got a bit too excited. It also made me realise that this whole time, ever since I woke up with my head next to his throbbing cock, from almost wrapping my lips around it to basically giving his balls a massage, I hadn't looked at him once.

I turned my head.

His face—a face I had seen so many times before, from happy to sad, from angry to hurt, from confused to amusded—had taken on a quality I had never seen before. It was something like desire and lust and restraint and friendship and embarrassment all rolled into one and it was honestly one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were alternating between focused and unfocused as I continued to caress his balls as I spoke.

“Could you take them off for me?”

My angle, half way down his body, further reinforced the sexual nature of our positioning, and I had to look up at him through my long eyelashes, both of my breasts now resting on his tummy, dangerously close to smothering his cock.

“Please? Pretty please? For me? I won’t make it weird, I promise.”

He swallowed again, but this time it was accompanied by a very slight nod of his head.

“Yay,” I smiled. “Want me to help take them off for you?”

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “I…I got it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, leaning back from him and watching as his hands went to his shorts in the dim light of the room. I watched him with one hand gently cupping one of my breasts, my thumb slowly caressing my erect nipple as I watched the confusion and hesitation play out on his face. Seeing him like that was so hot. I didn’t even realise I was touching myself. It wasn’t until I noticed that I was licking my lips that I came back to myself, realising what his hesitation was. “Boxer shorts too,” I clarified. “If that’s okay? I just want to be comfy.”

“Uh. If it’s…I mean…yeah.”

He took a deep breath and made the move I had been waiting for, finally revealing what I had been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes, the thing I had been fantasizing about kissing and licking and sucking and riding ever since I was confronted with the sudden awareness that he possessed it.

His cock.

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours together building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried telling me about how Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy and licked my lips. “You’re such a good friend.”

I knew what I needed to do…

[More tomorrow if you want it!]

So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening…

For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he.

I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear.

And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too.

Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position.

Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting to contract a little. His body, too, was responding; tiny, almost imperceptible tremors, his breathing getting deeper with each pass, sometimes stopping for a second before returning to its regular rhythm.

Fuck I was horny. This was getting too much.

I needed to suck it or ride it or choke on it or something otherwise I was going to explode.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, gyrating my hips slightly. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Uhh…” His voice was strained. “Yeah. Uh. Yeah. This is nice.”

“Oh,” I said, making my voice as theatrically disappointed as I could manage in the small space. “I’m struggling to get comfy.”

“Oh,” he said, disappointment in his own voice. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not at all. You’re my pillow now.” I giggled. “You have a very important job.”

“I see,” he said, matching my laughter. But I could tell he didn’t get it. Not really. But he was about to. “It’s this fabric,” I said. “On your shorts. It’s a bit scratchy…”

I heard him swallow from behind me. Like, I actually fucking heard him swallow. I thought that only happened in movies when the sound guy got a bit too excited. It also made me realise that this whole time, ever since I woke up with my head next to his throbbing cock, from almost wrapping my lips around it to basically giving his balls a massage, I hadn't looked at him once.

I turned my head.

His face—a face I had seen so many times before, from happy to sad, from angry to hurt, from confused to amusded—had taken on a quality I had never seen before. It was something like desire and lust and restraint and friendship and embarrassment all rolled into one and it was honestly one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were alternating between focused and unfocused as I continued to caress his balls as I spoke.

“Could you take them off for me?”

My angle, half way down his body, further reinforced the sexual nature of our positioning, and I had to look up at him through my long eyelashes, both of my breasts now resting on his tummy, dangerously close to smothering his cock.

“Please? Pretty please? For me? I won’t make it weird, I promise.”

He swallowed again, but this time it was accompanied by a very slight nod of his head.

“Yay,” I smiled. “Want me to help take them off for you?”

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “I…I got it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, leaning back from him and watching as his hands went to his shorts in the dim light of the room. I watched him with one hand gently cupping one of my breasts, my thumb slowly caressing my erect nipple as I watched the confusion and hesitation play out on his face. Seeing him like that was so hot. I didn’t even realise I was touching myself. It wasn’t until I noticed that I was licking my lips that I came back to myself, realising what his hesitation was. “Boxer shorts too,” I clarified. “If that’s okay? I just want to be comfy.”

“Uh. If it’s…I mean…yeah.”

He took a deep breath and made the move I had been waiting for, finally revealing what I had been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes, the thing I had been fantasizing about kissing and licking and sucking and riding ever since I was confronted with the sudden awareness that he possessed it.

His cock.

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours together building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried telling me about how Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy and licked my lips. “You’re such a good friend.”

I knew what I needed to do…

[More tomorrow if you want it!]

“Mmm…”

That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.

At that point I didn’t know where I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.

I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.

The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pulling it away quickly when I felt something hard right beside my head.

Oh fuck.

Leo hadn’t gone to bed at all.

I went rigid, listening to the sounds, wondering if I really was where I thought I was. I wasn’t scared, just confused at what I thought I had just touched, and so I listened. Outside, a motorbike sped by in the distance. In the kitchen, his fridge buzzed gently and continuously. And yes, beneath both sounds I could hear it; Leo’s gentle breath as his best friend’s mouth was inches from his hard cock.

I didn’t want to jump up and make a big deal about it, and so I stayed where I was, breathing softly, feigning sleep. I was suddenly aware that in my slumber I had positioned myself so my boobs were pressed right up against him, squished against his thigh, one of them bulging over and sort of resting on him. Worse still, my nipple was erect and visible through my T-shirt.

Was that what had made him so hard?

No, that was silly. He was asleep, and that’s just what happened to guys when they slept, right? I’d read about it online. Anyway, why else would the lights be off unless he was dosing too? Or maybe he had fallen asleep and then woken up and seen me and…? What? Got hard? No. Not Leo. Surely?

Yet there it was. Right there; a hard shape almost touching my cheek through his shorts. A big, thick, throbbing cock. Leo’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that he was that…ahem…big. Or really even that he had a cock at all, to be honest. After all, we were just friends, and I’d never really thought about him like that…

But now I was.

I couldn’t help it. With the tip of it literally only a few centimeters from my mouth—I suddenly realised how long it had been since I had been confronted with a hard cock. Something full and throbbing and needy. I became aware I was holding my breath and let it out slowly, wondering if he could feel it.

I felt suddenly ashamed to be having such dirty thoughts about my friend, and lifted my head just a few millimeters as if to get up. But as I moved, Leo made a micro-adjustment of his own, his hips rising slightly and his cock thrusting forward toward my face, his hips settling back down into the couch cushions quickly.

It wasn’t much of an adjustment, but it was enough that his cock was now in licking distance.

Not that I was thinking about licking it.

Not even a little bit.

And I definitely wasn’t thinking about turning my mouth into a little warm wet hole for him, wrapping my lips around him and slooooooowly pushing my head down all the way to the base of it, holding myself there for as long as I could, reaching down and pulling gently on my nipples, holding my big boobs up for him, giving him something to look at while his best friend moved her tongue around his cock over, and over, and over…

But if I wasn’t thinking about any of that, why was I getting so wet?

I needed to get myself under control. I stayed still, looking into the darkness, and as my eyes continued to adjust to the low light in the room, I realised that my top had pulled up from my fidgeting, showing the skin of my stomach. My skirt was bunched around my hips, too, and my panties were showing, which meant he could probably see the round part of my ass. And I’ve been working out a lot, so it is very round right now.

Damn. He had a pretty good view of my body.

Worse, the feeling of accidentally showing it off was doing things inside me.

My heart was beating fast, and I wondered if he could feel it pounding through my boobs, which were still pressed up against him. I still had no idea if the throbbing cock before me was some sort of indication of lust or if it was simply a biological function of the guy I’d been hanging out with platonically for years.

But I needed to find out.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice quiet. So quiet, in fact, I wondered if I wanted to be heard at all. “Are you awake?”

Nothing.

I waited for a long time.

Just when I was about to give up, he answered. “Yeah…”

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice friendly and free from lust, a ridiculous idea considering I had still not lifted my head from his lap, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of being so close to his cock. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I whispered.

“It’s okay…”

I nodded gently, the simple act of inclining my head slightly bringing my bottom lip so close to the tip of his cock that he must have been able to feel the warmth of it.

“Should I…move?” I whispered.

“It’s up to you,” he said, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Not if you don’t want to. It feels kind of nice…”

“Okay,” I said, replaying the word over and over again in my mind. Nice. Me, asleep on him, my skirt up, my ass out. Nice. My big breasts pressed against his legs. Nice. His cock, hard and throbbing and inches from my mouth.

With my heart now hammering against my ribcage, I decided to push it even further. I slowly stuck out my arms in a pretend stretch that turned into a real stretch (I had been asleep, after all), my mouth opening wide in a yawn. As I made the yawning noise, I brought my head forward slightly so that the tip of his cock was within the cavity of my mouth, my lips pressed against the fabric that tented the surrounding area. It lasted only a second or two, but he must have been able to feel it, or at least the implication of it, and as I pulled my head back to rest it back on his tummy, I also draped my arm across him, leaving my forearm resting approximately where I thought his balls would be.

Leo didn’t say anything, but I thought I heard him breath a little heavier, and he moved his hips upward again. Just a little. Offering his cock to me.

At least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just being a good friend and I was being a total slut. It was so hard to know. All that I really knew for sure was that the feeling of having my best friend inside my mouth, even through his shorts, even just for the short second it lasted, had felt exhilarating and wrong and exciting and fucking hot.

I needed to find out for sure.

“Leo?” I said. My voice was a whisper. “Is it okay?”

“Is what okay?” he said. The room was still dark, our breathing was still quiet, and my best friend's cock was still only a few centimeters from my mouth, covered by his shorts. I hadn’t bothered to pull my skirt back down, and I knew he could see at least some of my ass.

“Is it okay if I go back to sleep here?” I said, yawning again. “It’s really comfortable.”

I pushed my arm down slightly as I said it, and the effect was instant and unbelievably fucking hot, his cock jumping up in his shorts, the size and weight of it causing a little slap sound against his skin when it came back down against his tummy.

“Yeah…” he said, grunting slightly as he spoke. “You can just…relax…”

I smiled then. He didn’t see it—my head was still angled downward, very much aimed directly at his cock—but I wondered if he could feel it against his skin; his best friend grinning at the thought of ‘relaxing’ on his throbbing cock.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re such a sweet guy. You’re always looking out for me.”

That's when I did it.

I delivered the friendliest, sweetest, lingering kiss to him, the one that a million women have used to thank a million sweet guys—lips pursed, cheeks sucked in, eyes closed.

Only I delivered this one to the head of his cock.

“Ah,” I sighed, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight, Leo.”

He must have been too stunned to speak, because he didn’t answer me. I resisted a second smile, instead rolling my head slightly and flicking my hair back onto his chest, placing my hand back across him.

Only this time, when I came to rest my hand, I placed it directly on his balls….

[As always, please let me know if you’d like to hear the rest because as much as writing it all out and reliving it turns me on, typing this stuff up is very time consuming, so It’s nice to know people wanna hear more!]

“Mmm…”

That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.

At that point I didn’t know where I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.

I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.

The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pulling it away quickly when I felt something hard right beside my head.

Oh fuck.

Leo hadn’t gone to bed at all.

I went rigid, listening to the sounds, wondering if I really was where I thought I was. I wasn’t scared, just confused at what I thought I had just touched, and so I listened. Outside, a motorbike sped by in the distance. In the kitchen, his fridge buzzed gently and continuously. And yes, beneath both sounds I could hear it; Leo’s gentle breath as his best friend’s mouth was inches from his hard cock.

I didn’t want to jump up and make a big deal about it, and so I stayed where I was, breathing softly, feigning sleep. I was suddenly aware that in my slumber I had positioned myself so my boobs were pressed right up against him, squished against his thigh, one of them bulging over and sort of resting on him. Worse still, my nipple was erect and visible through my T-shirt.

Was that what had made him so hard?

No, that was silly. He was asleep, and that’s just what happened to guys when they slept, right? I’d read about it online. Anyway, why else would the lights be off unless he was dosing too? Or maybe he had fallen asleep and then woken up and seen me and…? What? Got hard? No. Not Leo. Surely?

Yet there it was. Right there; a hard shape almost touching my cheek through his shorts. A big, thick, throbbing cock. Leo’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that he was that…ahem…big. Or really even that he had a cock at all, to be honest. After all, we were just friends, and I’d never really thought about him like that…

But now I was.

I couldn’t help it. With the tip of it literally only a few centimeters from my mouth—I suddenly realised how long it had been since I had been confronted with a hard cock. Something full and throbbing and needy. I became aware I was holding my breath and let it out slowly, wondering if he could feel it.

I felt suddenly ashamed to be having such dirty thoughts about my friend, and lifted my head just a few millimeters as if to get up. But as I moved, Leo made a micro-adjustment of his own, his hips rising slightly and his cock thrusting forward toward my face, his hips settling back down into the couch cushions quickly.

It wasn’t much of an adjustment, but it was enough that his cock was now in licking distance.

Not that I was thinking about licking it.

Not even a little bit.

And I definitely wasn’t thinking about turning my mouth into a little warm wet hole for him, wrapping my lips around him and slooooooowly pushing my head down all the way to the base of it, holding myself there for as long as I could, reaching down and pulling gently on my nipples, holding my big boobs up for him, giving him something to look at while his best friend moved her tongue around his cock over, and over, and over…

But if I wasn’t thinking about any of that, why was I getting so wet?

I needed to get myself under control. I stayed still, looking into the darkness, and as my eyes continued to adjust to the low light in the room, I realised that my top had pulled up from my fidgeting, showing the skin of my stomach. My skirt was bunched around my hips, too, and my panties were showing, which meant he could probably see the round part of my ass. And I’ve been working out a lot, so it is very round right now.

Damn. He had a pretty good view of my body.

Worse, the feeling of accidentally showing it off was doing things inside me.

My heart was beating fast, and I wondered if he could feel it pounding through my boobs, which were still pressed up against him. I still had no idea if the throbbing cock before me was some sort of indication of lust or if it was simply a biological function of the guy I’d been hanging out with platonically for years.

But I needed to find out.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice quiet. So quiet, in fact, I wondered if I wanted to be heard at all. “Are you awake?”

Nothing.

I waited for a long time.

Just when I was about to give up, he answered. “Yeah…”

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice friendly and free from lust, a ridiculous idea considering I had still not lifted my head from his lap, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of being so close to his cock. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I whispered.

“It’s okay…”

I nodded gently, the simple act of inclining my head slightly bringing my bottom lip so close to the tip of his cock that he must have been able to feel the warmth of it.

“Should I…move?” I whispered.

“It’s up to you,” he said, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Not if you don’t want to. It feels kind of nice…”

“Okay,” I said, replaying the word over and over again in my mind. Nice. Me, asleep on him, my skirt up, my ass out. Nice. My big breasts pressed against his legs. Nice. His cock, hard and throbbing and inches from my mouth.

With my heart now hammering against my ribcage, I decided to push it even further. I slowly stuck out my arms in a pretend stretch that turned into a real stretch (I had been asleep, after all), my mouth opening wide in a yawn. As I made the yawning noise, I brought my head forward slightly so that the tip of his cock was within the cavity of my mouth, my lips pressed against the fabric that tented the surrounding area. It lasted only a second or two, but he must have been able to feel it, or at least the implication of it, and as I pulled my head back to rest it back on his tummy, I also draped my arm across him, leaving my forearm resting approximately where I thought his balls would be.

Leo didn’t say anything, but I thought I heard him breath a little heavier, and he moved his hips upward again. Just a little. Offering his cock to me.

At least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just being a good friend and I was being a total slut. It was so hard to know. All that I really knew for sure was that the feeling of having my best friend inside my mouth, even through his shorts, even just for the short second it lasted, had felt exhilarating and wrong and exciting and fucking hot.

I needed to find out for sure.

“Leo?” I said. My voice was a whisper. “Is it okay?”

“Is what okay?” he said. The room was still dark, our breathing was still quiet, and my best friend's cock was still only a few centimeters from my mouth, covered by his shorts. I hadn’t bothered to pull my skirt back down, and I knew he could see at least some of my ass.

“Is it okay if I go back to sleep here?” I said, yawning again. “It’s really comfortable.”

I pushed my arm down slightly as I said it, and the effect was instant and unbelievably fucking hot, his cock jumping up in his shorts, the size and weight of it causing a little slap sound against his skin when it came back down against his tummy.

“Yeah…” he said, grunting slightly as he spoke. “You can just…relax…”

I smiled then. He didn’t see it—my head was still angled downward, very much aimed directly at his cock—but I wondered if he could feel it against his skin; his best friend grinning at the thought of ‘relaxing’ on his throbbing cock.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re such a sweet guy. You’re always looking out for me.”

That's when I did it.

I delivered the friendliest, sweetest, lingering kiss to him, the one that a million women have used to thank a million sweet guys—lips pursed, cheeks sucked in, eyes closed.

Only I delivered this one to the head of his cock.

“Ah,” I sighed, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight, Leo.”

He must have been too stunned to speak, because he didn’t answer me. I resisted a second smile, instead rolling my head slightly and flicking my hair back onto his chest, placing my hand back across him.

Only this time, when I came to rest my hand, I placed it directly on his balls….

[As always, please let me know if you’d like to hear the rest because as much as writing it all out and reliving it turns me on, typing this stuff up is very time consuming, so It’s nice to know people wanna hear more!]

“Mmm…”

That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.

At that point I didn’t know where I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.

I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.

The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pulling it away quickly when I felt something hard right beside my head.

Oh fuck.

Leo hadn’t gone to bed at all.

I went rigid, listening to the sounds, wondering if I really was where I thought I was. I wasn’t scared, just confused at what I thought I had just touched, and so I listened. Outside, a motorbike sped by in the distance. In the kitchen, his fridge buzzed gently and continuously. And yes, beneath both sounds I could hear it; Leo’s gentle breath as his best friend’s mouth was inches from his hard cock.

I didn’t want to jump up and make a big deal about it, and so I stayed where I was, breathing softly, feigning sleep. I was suddenly aware that in my slumber I had positioned myself so my boobs were pressed right up against him, squished against his thigh, one of them bulging over and sort of resting on him. Worse still, my nipple was erect and visible through my T-shirt.

Was that what had made him so hard?

No, that was silly. He was asleep, and that’s just what happened to guys when they slept, right? I’d read about it online. Anyway, why else would the lights be off unless he was dosing too? Or maybe he had fallen asleep and then woken up and seen me and…? What? Got hard? No. Not Leo. Surely?

Yet there it was. Right there; a hard shape almost touching my cheek through his shorts. A big, thick, throbbing cock. Leo’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that he was that…ahem…big. Or really even that he had a cock at all, to be honest. After all, we were just friends, and I’d never really thought about him like that…

But now I was.

I couldn’t help it. With the tip of it literally only a few centimeters from my mouth—I suddenly realised how long it had been since I had been confronted with a hard cock. Something full and throbbing and needy. I became aware I was holding my breath and let it out slowly, wondering if he could feel it.

I felt suddenly ashamed to be having such dirty thoughts about my friend, and lifted my head just a few millimeters as if to get up. But as I moved, Leo made a micro-adjustment of his own, his hips rising slightly and his cock thrusting forward toward my face, his hips settling back down into the couch cushions quickly.

It wasn’t much of an adjustment, but it was enough that his cock was now in licking distance.

Not that I was thinking about licking it.

Not even a little bit.

And I definitely wasn’t thinking about turning my mouth into a little warm wet hole for him, wrapping my lips around him and slooooooowly pushing my head down all the way to the base of it, holding myself there for as long as I could, reaching down and pulling gently on my nipples, holding my big boobs up for him, giving him something to look at while his best friend moved her tongue around his cock over, and over, and over…

But if I wasn’t thinking about any of that, why was I getting so wet?

I needed to get myself under control. I stayed still, looking into the darkness, and as my eyes continued to adjust to the low light in the room, I realised that my top had pulled up from my fidgeting, showing the skin of my stomach. My skirt was bunched around my hips, too, and my panties were showing, which meant he could probably see the round part of my ass. And I’ve been working out a lot, so it is very round right now.

Damn. He had a pretty good view of my body.

Worse, the feeling of accidentally showing it off was doing things inside me.

My heart was beating fast, and I wondered if he could feel it pounding through my boobs, which were still pressed up against him. I still had no idea if the throbbing cock before me was some sort of indication of lust or if it was simply a biological function of the guy I’d been hanging out with platonically for years.

But I needed to find out.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice quiet. So quiet, in fact, I wondered if I wanted to be heard at all. “Are you awake?”

Nothing.

I waited for a long time.

Just when I was about to give up, he answered. “Yeah…”

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice friendly and free from lust, a ridiculous idea considering I had still not lifted my head from his lap, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of being so close to his cock. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I whispered.

“It’s okay…”

I nodded gently, the simple act of inclining my head slightly bringing my bottom lip so close to the tip of his cock that he must have been able to feel the warmth of it.

“Should I…move?” I whispered.

“It’s up to you,” he said, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Not if you don’t want to. It feels kind of nice…”

“Okay,” I said, replaying the word over and over again in my mind. Nice. Me, asleep on him, my skirt up, my ass out. Nice. My big breasts pressed against his legs. Nice. His cock, hard and throbbing and inches from my mouth.

With my heart now hammering against my ribcage, I decided to push it even further. I slowly stuck out my arms in a pretend stretch that turned into a real stretch (I had been asleep, after all), my mouth opening wide in a yawn. As I made the yawning noise, I brought my head forward slightly so that the tip of his cock was within the cavity of my mouth, my lips pressed against the fabric that tented the surrounding area. It lasted only a second or two, but he must have been able to feel it, or at least the implication of it, and as I pulled my head back to rest it back on his tummy, I also draped my arm across him, leaving my forearm resting approximately where I thought his balls would be.

Leo didn’t say anything, but I thought I heard him breath a little heavier, and he moved his hips upward again. Just a little. Offering his cock to me.

At least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just being a good friend and I was being a total slut. It was so hard to know. All that I really knew for sure was that the feeling of having my best friend inside my mouth, even through his shorts, even just for the short second it lasted, had felt exhilarating and wrong and exciting and fucking hot.

I needed to find out for sure.

“Leo?” I said. My voice was a whisper. “Is it okay?”

“Is what okay?” he said. The room was still dark, our breathing was still quiet, and my best friend's cock was still only a few centimeters from my mouth, covered by his shorts. I hadn’t bothered to pull my skirt back down, and I knew he could see at least some of my ass.

“Is it okay if I go back to sleep here?” I said, yawning again. “It’s really comfortable.”

I pushed my arm down slightly as I said it, and the effect was instant and unbelievably fucking hot, his cock jumping up in his shorts, the size and weight of it causing a little slap sound against his skin when it came back down against his tummy.

“Yeah…” he said, grunting slightly as he spoke. “You can just…relax…”

I smiled then. He didn’t see it—my head was still angled downward, very much aimed directly at his cock—but I wondered if he could feel it against his skin; his best friend grinning at the thought of ‘relaxing’ on his throbbing cock.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re such a sweet guy. You’re always looking out for me.”

That's when I did it.

I delivered the friendliest, sweetest, lingering kiss to him, the one that a million women have used to thank a million sweet guys—lips pursed, cheeks sucked in, eyes closed.

Only I delivered this one to the head of his cock.

“Ah,” I sighed, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight, Leo.”

He must have been too stunned to speak, because he didn’t answer me. I resisted a second smile, instead rolling my head slightly and flicking my hair back onto his chest, placing my hand back across him.

Only this time, when I came to rest my hand, I placed it directly on his balls….

[As always, please let me know if you’d like to hear the rest because as much as writing it all out and reliving it turns me on, typing this stuff up is very time consuming, so It’s nice to know people wanna hear more!]

“Mmm…”

That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.

At that point I didn’t know where I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.

I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.

The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pulling it away quickly when I felt something hard right beside my head.

Oh fuck.

Leo hadn’t gone to bed at all.

I went rigid, listening to the sounds, wondering if I really was where I thought I was. I wasn’t scared, just confused at what I thought I had just touched, and so I listened. Outside, a motorbike sped by in the distance. In the kitchen, his fridge buzzed gently and continuously. And yes, beneath both sounds I could hear it; Leo’s gentle breath as his best friend’s mouth was inches from his hard cock.

I didn’t want to jump up and make a big deal about it, and so I stayed where I was, breathing softly, feigning sleep. I was suddenly aware that in my slumber I had positioned myself so my boobs were pressed right up against him, squished against his thigh, one of them bulging over and sort of resting on him. Worse still, my nipple was erect and visible through my T-shirt.

Was that what had made him so hard?

No, that was silly. He was asleep, and that’s just what happened to guys when they slept, right? I’d read about it online. Anyway, why else would the lights be off unless he was dosing too? Or maybe he had fallen asleep and then woken up and seen me and…? What? Got hard? No. Not Leo. Surely?

Yet there it was. Right there; a hard shape almost touching my cheek through his shorts. A big, thick, throbbing cock. Leo’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that he was that…ahem…big. Or really even that he had a cock at all, to be honest. After all, we were just friends, and I’d never really thought about him like that…

But now I was.

I couldn’t help it. With the tip of it literally only a few centimeters from my mouth—I suddenly realised how long it had been since I had been confronted with a hard cock. Something full and throbbing and needy. I became aware I was holding my breath and let it out slowly, wondering if he could feel it.

I felt suddenly ashamed to be having such dirty thoughts about my friend, and lifted my head just a few millimeters as if to get up. But as I moved, Leo made a micro-adjustment of his own, his hips rising slightly and his cock thrusting forward toward my face, his hips settling back down into the couch cushions quickly.

It wasn’t much of an adjustment, but it was enough that his cock was now in licking distance.

Not that I was thinking about licking it.

Not even a little bit.

And I definitely wasn’t thinking about turning my mouth into a little warm wet hole for him, wrapping my lips around him and slooooooowly pushing my head down all the way to the base of it, holding myself there for as long as I could, reaching down and pulling gently on my nipples, holding my big boobs up for him, giving him something to look at while his best friend moved her tongue around his cock over, and over, and over…

But if I wasn’t thinking about any of that, why was I getting so wet?

I needed to get myself under control. I stayed still, looking into the darkness, and as my eyes continued to adjust to the low light in the room, I realised that my top had pulled up from my fidgeting, showing the skin of my stomach. My skirt was bunched around my hips, too, and my panties were showing, which meant he could probably see the round part of my ass. And I’ve been working out a lot, so it is very round right now.

Damn. He had a pretty good view of my body.

Worse, the feeling of accidentally showing it off was doing things inside me.

My heart was beating fast, and I wondered if he could feel it pounding through my boobs, which were still pressed up against him. I still had no idea if the throbbing cock before me was some sort of indication of lust or if it was simply a biological function of the guy I’d been hanging out with platonically for years.

But I needed to find out.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice quiet. So quiet, in fact, I wondered if I wanted to be heard at all. “Are you awake?”

Nothing.

I waited for a long time.

Just when I was about to give up, he answered. “Yeah…”

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice friendly and free from lust, a ridiculous idea considering I had still not lifted my head from his lap, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of being so close to his cock. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I whispered.

“It’s okay…”

I nodded gently, the simple act of inclining my head slightly bringing my bottom lip so close to the tip of his cock that he must have been able to feel the warmth of it.

“Should I…move?” I whispered.

“It’s up to you,” he said, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Not if you don’t want to. It feels kind of nice…”

“Okay,” I said, replaying the word over and over again in my mind. Nice. Me, asleep on him, my skirt up, my ass out. Nice. My big breasts pressed against his legs. Nice. His cock, hard and throbbing and inches from my mouth.

With my heart now hammering against my ribcage, I decided to push it even further. I slowly stuck out my arms in a pretend stretch that turned into a real stretch (I had been asleep, after all), my mouth opening wide in a yawn. As I made the yawning noise, I brought my head forward slightly so that the tip of his cock was within the cavity of my mouth, my lips pressed against the fabric that tented the surrounding area. It lasted only a second or two, but he must have been able to feel it, or at least the implication of it, and as I pulled my head back to rest it back on his tummy, I also draped my arm across him, leaving my forearm resting approximately where I thought his balls would be.

Leo didn’t say anything, but I thought I heard him breath a little heavier, and he moved his hips upward again. Just a little. Offering his cock to me.

At least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just being a good friend and I was being a total slut. It was so hard to know. All that I really knew for sure was that the feeling of having my best friend inside my mouth, even through his shorts, even just for the short second it lasted, had felt exhilarating and wrong and exciting and fucking hot.

I needed to find out for sure.

“Leo?” I said. My voice was a whisper. “Is it okay?”

“Is what okay?” he said. The room was still dark, our breathing was still quiet, and my best friend's cock was still only a few centimeters from my mouth, covered by his shorts. I hadn’t bothered to pull my skirt back down, and I knew he could see at least some of my ass.

“Is it okay if I go back to sleep here?” I said, yawning again. “It’s really comfortable.”

I pushed my arm down slightly as I said it, and the effect was instant and unbelievably fucking hot, his cock jumping up in his shorts, the size and weight of it causing a little slap sound against his skin when it came back down against his tummy.

“Yeah…” he said, grunting slightly as he spoke. “You can just…relax…”

I smiled then. He didn’t see it—my head was still angled downward, very much aimed directly at his cock—but I wondered if he could feel it against his skin; his best friend grinning at the thought of ‘relaxing’ on his throbbing cock.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re such a sweet guy. You’re always looking out for me.”

That's when I did it.

I delivered the friendliest, sweetest, lingering kiss to him, the one that a million women have used to thank a million sweet guys—lips pursed, cheeks sucked in, eyes closed.

Only I delivered this one to the head of his cock.

“Ah,” I sighed, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight, Leo.”

He must have been too stunned to speak, because he didn’t answer me. I resisted a second smile, instead rolling my head slightly and flicking my hair back onto his chest, placing my hand back across him.

Only this time, when I came to rest my hand, I placed it directly on his balls….

[As always, please let me know if you’d like to hear the rest because as much as writing it all out and reliving it turns me on, typing this stuff up is very time consuming, so It’s nice to know people wanna hear more!]

“Mmm…”

That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.

At that point I didn’t know where I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.

I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.

The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pulling it away quickly when I felt something hard right beside my head.

Oh fuck.

Leo hadn’t gone to bed at all.

I went rigid, listening to the sounds, wondering if I really was where I thought I was. I wasn’t scared, just confused at what I thought I had just touched, and so I listened. Outside, a motorbike sped by in the distance. In the kitchen, his fridge buzzed gently and continuously. And yes, beneath both sounds I could hear it; Leo’s gentle breath as his best friend’s mouth was inches from his hard cock.

I didn’t want to jump up and make a big deal about it, and so I stayed where I was, breathing softly, feigning sleep. I was suddenly aware that in my slumber I had positioned myself so my boobs were pressed right up against him, squished against his thigh, one of them bulging over and sort of resting on him. Worse still, my nipple was erect and visible through my T-shirt.

Was that what had made him so hard?

No, that was silly. He was asleep, and that’s just what happened to guys when they slept, right? I’d read about it online. Anyway, why else would the lights be off unless he was dosing too? Or maybe he had fallen asleep and then woken up and seen me and…? What? Got hard? No. Not Leo. Surely?

Yet there it was. Right there; a hard shape almost touching my cheek through his shorts. A big, thick, throbbing cock. Leo’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that he was that…ahem…big. Or really even that he had a cock at all, to be honest. After all, we were just friends, and I’d never really thought about him like that…

But now I was.

I couldn’t help it. With the tip of it literally only a few centimeters from my mouth—I suddenly realised how long it had been since I had been confronted with a hard cock. Something full and throbbing and needy. I became aware I was holding my breath and let it out slowly, wondering if he could feel it.

I felt suddenly ashamed to be having such dirty thoughts about my friend, and lifted my head just a few millimeters as if to get up. But as I moved, Leo made a micro-adjustment of his own, his hips rising slightly and his cock thrusting forward toward my face, his hips settling back down into the couch cushions quickly.

It wasn’t much of an adjustment, but it was enough that his cock was now in licking distance.

Not that I was thinking about licking it.

Not even a little bit.

And I definitely wasn’t thinking about turning my mouth into a little warm wet hole for him, wrapping my lips around him and slooooooowly pushing my head down all the way to the base of it, holding myself there for as long as I could, reaching down and pulling gently on my nipples, holding my big boobs up for him, giving him something to look at while his best friend moved her tongue around his cock over, and over, and over…

But if I wasn’t thinking about any of that, why was I getting so wet?

I needed to get myself under control. I stayed still, looking into the darkness, and as my eyes continued to adjust to the low light in the room, I realised that my top had pulled up from my fidgeting, showing the skin of my stomach. My skirt was bunched around my hips, too, and my panties were showing, which meant he could probably see the round part of my ass. And I’ve been working out a lot, so it is very round right now.

Damn. He had a pretty good view of my body.

Worse, the feeling of accidentally showing it off was doing things inside me.

My heart was beating fast, and I wondered if he could feel it pounding through my boobs, which were still pressed up against him. I still had no idea if the throbbing cock before me was some sort of indication of lust or if it was simply a biological function of the guy I’d been hanging out with platonically for years.

But I needed to find out.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice quiet. So quiet, in fact, I wondered if I wanted to be heard at all. “Are you awake?”

Nothing.

I waited for a long time.

Just when I was about to give up, he answered. “Yeah…”

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice friendly and free from lust, a ridiculous idea considering I had still not lifted my head from his lap, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of being so close to his cock. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I whispered.

“It’s okay…”

I nodded gently, the simple act of inclining my head slightly bringing my bottom lip so close to the tip of his cock that he must have been able to feel the warmth of it.

“Should I…move?” I whispered.

“It’s up to you,” he said, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Not if you don’t want to. It feels kind of nice…”

“Okay,” I said, replaying the word over and over again in my mind. Nice. Me, asleep on him, my skirt up, my ass out. Nice. My big breasts pressed against his legs. Nice. His cock, hard and throbbing and inches from my mouth.

With my heart now hammering against my ribcage, I decided to push it even further. I slowly stuck out my arms in a pretend stretch that turned into a real stretch (I had been asleep, after all), my mouth opening wide in a yawn. As I made the yawning noise, I brought my head forward slightly so that the tip of his cock was within the cavity of my mouth, my lips pressed against the fabric that tented the surrounding area. It lasted only a second or two, but he must have been able to feel it, or at least the implication of it, and as I pulled my head back to rest it back on his tummy, I also draped my arm across him, leaving my forearm resting approximately where I thought his balls would be.

Leo didn’t say anything, but I thought I heard him breath a little heavier, and he moved his hips upward again. Just a little. Offering his cock to me.

At least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just being a good friend and I was being a total slut. It was so hard to know. All that I really knew for sure was that the feeling of having my best friend inside my mouth, even through his shorts, even just for the short second it lasted, had felt exhilarating and wrong and exciting and fucking hot.

I needed to find out for sure.

“Leo?” I said. My voice was a whisper. “Is it okay?”

“Is what okay?” he said. The room was still dark, our breathing was still quiet, and my best friend's cock was still only a few centimeters from my mouth, covered by his shorts. I hadn’t bothered to pull my skirt back down, and I knew he could see at least some of my ass.

“Is it okay if I go back to sleep here?” I said, yawning again. “It’s really comfortable.”

I pushed my arm down slightly as I said it, and the effect was instant and unbelievably fucking hot, his cock jumping up in his shorts, the size and weight of it causing a little slap sound against his skin when it came back down against his tummy.

“Yeah…” he said, grunting slightly as he spoke. “You can just…relax…”

I smiled then. He didn’t see it—my head was still angled downward, very much aimed directly at his cock—but I wondered if he could feel it against his skin; his best friend grinning at the thought of ‘relaxing’ on his throbbing cock.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re such a sweet guy. You’re always looking out for me.”

That's when I did it.

I delivered the friendliest, sweetest, lingering kiss to him, the one that a million women have used to thank a million sweet guys—lips pursed, cheeks sucked in, eyes closed.

Only I delivered this one to the head of his cock.

“Ah,” I sighed, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight, Leo.”

He must have been too stunned to speak, because he didn’t answer me. I resisted a second smile, instead rolling my head slightly and flicking my hair back onto his chest, placing my hand back across him.

Only this time, when I came to rest my hand, I placed it directly on his balls….

[As always, please let me know if you’d like to hear the rest because as much as writing it all out and reliving it turns me on, typing this stuff up is very time consuming, so it’s nice to know people wanna hear more!]

“What do you mean?”

I leaned into him again, whispering in his ear. “I said it’s really wet.”

I watched him swallow in the darkness of the movie theatre. “You mean like…”

I nodded slowly. “You know exactly what I mean,” I said, opening my legs a little, watching as his eyes drifted down my body, following the pleated edge of my skirt as it went slack between my legs. He looked away again quickly but I leaned back in toward him, whispering in his ear. “Do you want to feel it?” I took his hand and gently placed it on my thigh. I sighed from the contact. “Because I would be totally okay with that…”

“Seriously?” he said, looking around us as the other seats. “But…I mean…” He scrabbled for a reason not to touch me, his face turning red with embarrassment. “What about the movie?!”

“What about it?” I said, gyrating my hips slightly, trying to work his hand higher up my leg, my nipples hardening beneath my top. I pouted at him, pushing my forearms together and pointing my cleavage at him. “I’m not saying we have to do anything, I’m just saying you should feel it!”

“Why?”

“Ugh! Because I want you too.”

“But–”

I pushed out my hips a little more, sliding even lower in the chair. I had no idea what had made me so horny, and I knew I was being embarrassing and desperate. But so what? My panties were soaked and I wanted someone to feel them. Now.

“Please…” I whispered, hearing a whining tone in my voice. “Just touch it. I know we’re friends but…here. I’ll make it easy for you.”

I looked both ways along the row but we were the only ones and everyone on the rows ahead was transfixed on the movie, and so I lifted my hips slightly off the seat and pulled my panties down over my hips in one quick motion. I slid the thin fabric down my thighs, rolling it around my knees and down my calves. The whole thing had only taken a second, and now I was sitting with my panties around my ankles in a movie theatre, a fact that only served to make me even wetter.

“Here,” I said, lifting one leg to pull my panties off over my heels. I held them out to him, noticing the way they glistened in the light of the big screen. “Take them.”

“W..what? Why?”

I rolled my eyes. "Because they are very wet," I whispered. "And I want you to feel them. Here. See for yourself." I didn't give him a choice. I pressed the soaked, warm bundle of lace into his hand. He flinched, but his fingers closed around them instinctively. He tried to pull his hand back, but I held it there for a second, forcing him to feel the damp heat. "Now you have a souvenir," I breathed, pulling away.

He looked down at his hand, then at me. He looked around quickly, but we were in the back row, and no one was paying us any attention in the dark anyway. He shoved the panties into his pocket, his movements clumsy, and I grinned.

The sight of him being so flustered, so obviously turned on and trying to hide it, only made me even wetter, the urge to get on his lap and smother his face with my breasts becoming almost unbearably overwhelming.

"Relax," I giggled. “If you don’t want to feel how wet I am then forget it. Let’s just watch the movie…”

I sat back in my seat and put my eyes back on the screen. But it was only a few seconds before I let my knees drift apart a little wider once more, the fabric of my skirt pooling between my legs and covering me. But it didn’t matter how covered I was. We both knew now…

No panties, dripping wet, shaved and smooth and horny.

Fuck.

I had to do something.

I turned away from him, leaning forward over the empty seat beside me. The movement made my skirt ride up behind me as intended, giving my naked ass to him, offering it to him. The idea of his eyes on me like this, in public, made my pulse pound in my ears. I could feel my tight little pussy peeking out between my cheeks, and I held the position for a moment, so desperately willing him to reach out and slide a finger inside me. If he had, I would have gyrated on it right there and then, feeling it fill me as my eyes rolled back in my head and my ass pushed back harder, taking it deeper.

But no such luck.

I sat back in my seat, pulling my skirt down just enough to cover myself, pouting with annoyance, crossing my arms over my breasts, aware that I was pushing them to my chest, making them bulge. My toes curled in my heels, annoyance and hornyness mingling within me, serving to make me more desperate.

I had put on a show, given him the wettest, most explicit invitation I could manage in a dark theater, and he was just sitting there like an idiot.

I was about to give up when I had one final idea…

[As always, let me know if you’d like to hear more! Also yes I reposted with a different title because I didn't like the old one!]

“What do you mean?”

I leaned into him again, whispering in his ear. “I said it’s really wet.”

I watched him swallow in the darkness of the movie theatre. “You mean like…”

I nodded slowly. “You know exactly what I mean,” I said, opening my legs a little, watching as his eyes drifted down my body, following the pleated edge of my skirt as it went slack between my legs. He looked away again quickly but I leaned back in toward him, whispering in his ear. “Do you want to feel it?” I took his hand and gently placed it on my thigh. I sighed from the contact. “Because I would be totally okay with that…”

“Seriously?” he said, looking around us as the other seats. “But…I mean…” He scrabbled for a reason not to touch me, his face turning red with embarrassment. “What about the movie?!”

“What about it?” I said, gyrating my hips slightly, trying to work his hand higher up my leg, my nipples hardening beneath my top. I pouted at him, pushing my forearms together and pointing my cleavage at him. “I’m not saying we have to do anything, I’m just saying you should feel it!”

“Why?”

“Ugh! Because I want you too.”

“But–”

I pushed out my hips a little more, sliding even lower in the chair. I had no idea what had made me so horny, and I knew I was being embarrassing and desperate. But so what? My panties were soaked and I wanted someone to feel them. Now.

“Please…” I whispered, hearing a whining tone in my voice. “Just touch it. I know we’re friends but…here. I’ll make it easy for you.”

I looked both ways along the row but we were the only ones and everyone on the rows ahead was transfixed on the movie, and so I lifted my hips slightly off the seat and pulled my panties down over my hips in one quick motion. I slid the thin fabric down my thighs, rolling it around my knees and down my calves. The whole thing had only taken a second, and now I was sitting with my panties around my ankles in a movie theatre, a fact that only served to make me even wetter.

“Here,” I said, lifting one leg to pull my panties off over my heels. I held them out to him, noticing the way they glistened in the light of the big screen. “Take them.”

“W..what? Why?”

I rolled my eyes. "Because they are very wet," I whispered. "And I want you to feel them. Here. See for yourself." I didn't give him a choice. I pressed the soaked, warm bundle of lace into his hand. He flinched, but his fingers closed around them instinctively. He tried to pull his hand back, but I held it there for a second, forcing him to feel the damp heat. "Now you have a souvenir," I breathed, pulling away.

He looked down at his hand, then at me. He looked around quickly, but we were in the back row, and no one was paying us any attention in the dark anyway. He shoved the panties into his pocket, his movements clumsy, and I grinned.

The sight of him being so flustered, so obviously turned on and trying to hide it, only made me even wetter, the urge to get on his lap and smother his face with my breasts becoming almost unbearably overwhelming.

"Relax," I giggled. “If you don’t want to feel how wet I am then forget it. Let’s just watch the movie…”

I sat back in my seat and put my eyes back on the screen. But it was only a few seconds before I let my knees drift apart a little wider once more, the fabric of my skirt pooling between my legs and covering me. But it didn’t matter how covered I was. We both knew now…

No panties, dripping wet, shaved and smooth and horny.

Fuck.

I had to do something.

I turned away from him, leaning forward over the empty seat beside me. The movement made my skirt ride up behind me as intended, giving my naked ass to him, offering it to him. The idea of his eyes on me like this, in public, made my pulse pound in my ears. I could feel my tight little pussy peeking out between my cheeks, and I held the position for a moment, so desperately willing him to reach out and slide a finger inside me. If he had, I would have gyrated on it right there and then, feeling it fill me as my eyes rolled back in my head and my ass pushed back harder, taking it deeper.

But no such luck.

I sat back in my seat, pulling my skirt down just enough to cover myself, pouting with annoyance, crossing my arms over my breasts, aware that I was pushing them to my chest, making them bulge. My toes curled in my heels, annoyance and hornyness mingling within me, serving to make me more desperate.

I had put on a show, given him the wettest, most explicit invitation I could manage in a dark theater, and he was just sitting there like an idiot.

I was about to give up when I had one final idea…

[As always, let me know if you’d like to hear more!]

“What do you mean?”

I leaned into him again, whispering in his ear. “I said it’s really wet.”

I watched him swallow in the darkness of the movie theatre. “You mean like…”

I nodded slowly. “You know exactly what I mean,” I said, opening my legs a little, watching as his eyes drifted down my body, following the pleated edge of my skirt as it went slack between my legs. He looked away again quickly but I leaned back in toward him, whispering in his ear. “Do you want to feel it?” I took his hand and gently placed it on my thigh. I sighed from the contact. “Because I would be totally okay with that…”

“Seriously?” he said, looking around us as the other seats. “But…I mean…” He scrabbled for a reason not to touch me, his face turning red with embarrassment. “What about the movie?!”

“What about it?” I said, gyrating my hips slightly, trying to work his hand higher up my leg, my nipples hardening beneath my top. I pouted at him, pushing my forearms together and pointing my cleavage at him. “I’m not saying we have to do anything, I’m just saying you should feel it!”

“Why?”

“Ugh! Because I want you too.”

“But–”

I pushed out my hips a little more, sliding even lower in the chair. I had no idea what had made me so horny, and I knew I was being embarrassing and desperate. But so what? My panties were soaked and I wanted someone to feel them. Now.

“Please…” I whispered, hearing a whining tone in my voice. “Just touch it. I know we’re friends but…here. I’ll make it easy for you.”

I looked both ways along the row but we were the only ones and everyone on the rows ahead was transfixed on the movie, and so I lifted my hips slightly off the seat and pulled my panties down over my hips in one quick motion. I slid the thin fabric down my thighs, rolling it around my knees and down my calves. The whole thing had only taken a second, and now I was sitting with my panties around my ankles in a movie theatre, a fact that only served to make me even wetter.

“Here,” I said, lifting one leg to pull my panties off over my heels. I held them out to him, noticing the way they glistened in the light of the big screen. “Take them.”

“W..what? Why?”

I rolled my eyes. "Because they are very wet," I whispered. "And I want you to feel them. Here. See for yourself." I didn't give him a choice. I pressed the soaked, warm bundle of lace into his hand. He flinched, but his fingers closed around them instinctively. He tried to pull his hand back, but I held it there for a second, forcing him to feel the damp heat. "Now you have a souvenir," I breathed, pulling away.

He looked down at his hand, then at me. He looked around quickly, but we were in the back row, and no one was paying us any attention in the dark anyway. He shoved the panties into his pocket, his movements clumsy, and I grinned.

The sight of him being so flustered, so obviously turned on and trying to hide it, only made me even wetter, the urge to get on his lap and smother his face with my breasts becoming almost unbearably overwhelming.

"Relax," I giggled. “If you don’t want to feel how wet I am then forget it. Let’s just watch the movie…”

I sat back in my seat and put my eyes back on the screen. But it was only a few seconds before I let my knees drift apart a little wider once more, the fabric of my skirt pooling between my legs and covering me. But it didn’t matter how covered I was. We both knew now…

No panties, dripping wet, shaved and smooth and horny.

Fuck.

I had to do something.

I turned away from him, leaning forward over the empty seat beside me. The movement made my skirt ride up behind me as intended, giving my naked ass to him, offering it to him. The idea of his eyes on me like this, in public, made my pulse pound in my ears. I could feel my tight little pussy peeking out between my cheeks, and I held the position for a moment, so desperately willing him to reach out and slide a finger inside me. If he had, I would have gyrated on it right there and then, feeling it fill me as my eyes rolled back in my head and my ass pushed back harder, taking it deeper.

But no such luck.

I sat back in my seat, pulling my skirt down just enough to cover myself, pouting with annoyance, crossing my arms over my breasts, aware that I was pushing them to my chest, making them bulge. My toes curled in my heels, annoyance and hornyness mingling within me, serving to make me more desperate.

I had put on a show, given him the wettest, most explicit invitation I could manage in a dark theater, and he was just sitting there like an idiot.

I was about to give up when I had one final idea…

[As always, let me know if you’d like to hear more!]

Watching him suck on my fingers, I knew I was about to be very naughty.

“You like the taste, don’t you?” I asked.

He nodded slowly, his eyes still closed, my fingers still filling his mouth.

“Would you like to taste the real thing?”

He nodded again, a little more eagerly this time.

“Okay…” I whispered, gently removing my fingers from his mouth and watching him as he opened his eyes. “But first you have to do something for me…okay?”

His voice was a whisper. “What is it?”

“You have to let me suck it.”

I watched as the color drained from his face and I grinned.

“Stand up and take down your underwear.”

He took a shaky breath. “Really?”

“It’s up to you. I’m not going to ask again.”

With a nervous glance, he stood up, his hands trembling slightly as he slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock, to my surprise, was much bigger than it had looked in his shorts, and I swallowed; half fear, half excitement.

With my eyes now fixed on his cock, I sat up, opening my legs unconsciously as I leaned closer. I reached out a hand, my fingers hovering just above his skin before I leaned in and pressed a soft, delicate kiss to that shaft of it. He shuddered.

“Is that nice?” I asked, cupping my breasts and looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Should I do it again?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, please.”

Keeping eye contact with him, I nodded slowly and licked my lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Whatever you think is best…” he groaned, my lips once again making contact with his cock. This time, it was a little firmer, a little wetter, and a little closer to the tip.

“Mmm,” I smiled. “This is fun. I wasn’t sleeping anyway…and there's only six hours until we reach our destination…”

I kissed it again, enjoying the way it twitched and jumped each time, wondering if he was starting to imagine what it would be like to fuck my mouth.

“I wonder if I can tease you all the way there…”

I opened my mouth and took his cock inside of it, but made no contact with it whatsoever, keeping my lips open and my tongue flat against the bottom of my mouth. Each time the train jolted it almost touched the wet insides of my cheek. But I held him there, letting him feel the warmth of being inside me, my breath surrounding him, the imagined sensation of what it would feel like if I were to close my mouth and start to suck him as eagerly as he had sucked me.

I took it out again and looked at it.

“Wow,” I whispered. “It’s really fucking hard, isn’t it?”

Without waiting for his answer, I gently grabbed his balls and massaged them in the palm of my hand. He let out a groan of pleasure, his cock jumping up and down, inches from my mouth. I wanted so badly to suck it, but teasing him was way too much fun.

I trailed kisses down his shaft instead, my hands still cupping his balls. I looked up at him, my lips hovering just above his now-throbbing head, my mouth once again opening as if to take him inside. But this time I just blew a soft, warm air all over it, moving my lips up and down the shaft and blowing a gentle, silent, and elongated “ah” up and down it. He gasped again, his hips jerking forward, his hands clenching into fists as he gripped the bunk above me.

“Oh my God…please…”

I was being mean, and I knew it. But the look on his face—part desperation, part awe—was intoxicating. I looked up at him and extended my tongue, making my eyes plead, stroking him quickly three times and then stopping again.

“Ughh…” he groaned, his head rolling back. “That felt so good.”

I giggled, my breasts bouncing as I did so. To think; I started this evening so miserable and sweaty and annoyed, and now I was doing my favourite thing ever…teasing a desperate cock while I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

I leaned in again, finally allowing contact, pressing the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and holding it there. I didn't lick, I didn't suck, I just let him feel the wet, firm pressure of my tongue. He let out another strangled gasp as my hands worked their way up his thighs, gripping his hips and gently pulling him into my mouth, his cock sliding across my tongue.

I pulled him out and back in again, controlling his thrusts, so slowly it must have been torture. I looked up at him as I did so, our gaze meeting momentarily before I closed my eyes and let go of his hips, enjoying the sensation of him continuing to slowly thrust against my tongue.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, realizing as I did so that I was playing with my nipples. I pulled back a little and looked up at him again. “Should I suck it properly now?”

"Please," he breathed, the word ragged. "Please…that would be–"

But I was already on him, wrapping my mouth around it fully at last, closing my lips and moving my head quickly and hungrily, sucking and licking and slurping greedily and messily. I put my whole body into it, arching my back and pushing my tits out toward him, grabbing his hips again and pulling him deep inside me, scrunching my eyes with the effort of it, rocking my hips backward and forward, my ass bulging beneath me on the bed, my body still completely naked and glistening with sweat. I spread my legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my dripping pussy, of the little wet patch I was making on the bed. I brought my hand down and used two fingers to part myself for him.

And then, just as quickly as I started, I stopped, looking up at him innocently.

“That was fun,” I said, with the sweetest most angelic smile I could muster. “You can go back to your bunk now.”

“Wha–”

“I’ve had my fun with this now,” I said, smiling sweetly, still holding the shaft of his cock. “Unless…well…you probably wouldn’t be interested.”

“What?” he said. “What is it?”

“Hmm…” I said, toying with him now, enjoying myself, my inhibitions lost and my hornyness fully taken over. “Unless you’re ready to taste me properly now?”

Watching him suck on my fingers, I knew I was about to be very naughty.

“You like the taste, don’t you?” I asked.

He nodded slowly, his eyes still closed, my fingers still filling his mouth.

“Would you like to taste the real thing?”

He nodded again, a little more eagerly this time.

“Okay…” I whispered, gently removing my fingers from his mouth and watching him as he opened his eyes. “But first you have to do something for me…okay?”

His voice was a whisper. “What is it?”

“You have to let me suck it.”

I watched as the color drained from his face and I grinned.

“Stand up and take down your underwear.”

He took a shaky breath. “Really?”

“It’s up to you. I’m not going to ask again.”

With a nervous glance, he stood up, his hands trembling slightly as he slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock, to my surprise, was much bigger than it had looked in his shorts, and I swallowed; half fear, half excitement.

With my eyes now fixed on his cock, I sat up, opening my legs unconsciously as I leaned closer. I reached out a hand, my fingers hovering just above his skin before I leaned in and pressed a soft, delicate kiss to that shaft of it. He shuddered.

“Is that nice?” I asked, cupping my breasts and looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Should I do it again?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, please.”

Keeping eye contact with him, I nodded slowly and licked my lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Whatever you think is best…” he groaned, my lips once again making contact with his cock. This time, it was a little firmer, a little wetter, and a little closer to the tip.

“Mmm,” I smiled. “This is fun. I wasn’t sleeping anyway…and there's only six hours until we reach our destination…”

I kissed it again, enjoying the way it twitched and jumped each time, wondering if he was starting to imagine what it would be like to fuck my mouth.

“I wonder if I can tease you all the way there…”

I opened my mouth and took his cock inside of it, but made no contact with it whatsoever, keeping my lips open and my tongue flat against the bottom of my mouth. Each time the train jolted it almost touched the wet insides of my cheek. But I held him there, letting him feel the warmth of being inside me, my breath surrounding him, the imagined sensation of what it would feel like if I were to close my mouth and start to suck him as eagerly as he had sucked me.

I took it out again and looked at it.

“Wow,” I whispered. “It’s really fucking hard, isn’t it?”

Without waiting for his answer, I gently grabbed his balls and massaged them in the palm of my hand. He let out a groan of pleasure, his cock jumping up and down, inches from my mouth. I wanted so badly to suck it, but teasing him was way too much fun.

I trailed kisses down his shaft instead, my hands still cupping his balls. I looked up at him, my lips hovering just above his now-throbbing head, my mouth once again opening as if to take him inside. But this time I just blew a soft, warm air all over it, moving my lips up and down the shaft and blowing a gentle, silent, and elongated “ah” up and down it. He gasped again, his hips jerking forward, his hands clenching into fists as he gripped the bunk above me.

“Oh my God…please…”

I was being mean, and I knew it. But the look on his face—part desperation, part awe—was intoxicating. I looked up at him and extended my tongue, making my eyes plead, stroking him quickly three times and then stopping again.

“Ughh…” he groaned, his head rolling back. “That felt so good.”

I giggled, my breasts bouncing as I did so. To think; I started this evening so miserable and sweaty and annoyed, and now I was doing my favourite thing ever…teasing a desperate cock while I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

I leaned in again, finally allowing contact, pressing the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and holding it there. I didn't lick, I didn't suck, I just let him feel the wet, firm pressure of my tongue. He let out another strangled gasp as my hands worked their way up his thighs, gripping his hips and gently pulling him into my mouth, his cock sliding across my tongue.

I pulled him out and back in again, controlling his thrusts, so slowly it must have been torture. I looked up at him as I did so, our gaze meeting momentarily before I closed my eyes and let go of his hips, enjoying the sensation of him continuing to slowly thrust against my tongue.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, realizing as I did so that I was playing with my nipples. I pulled back a little and looked up at him again. “Should I suck it properly now?”

"Please," he breathed, the word ragged. "Please…that would be–"

But I was already on him, wrapping my mouth around it fully at last, closing my lips and moving my head quickly and hungrily, sucking and licking and slurping greedily and messily. I put my whole body into it, arching my back and pushing my tits out toward him, grabbing his hips again and pulling him deep inside me, scrunching my eyes with the effort of it, rocking my hips backward and forward, my ass bulging beneath me on the bed, my body still completely naked and glistening with sweat. I spread my legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my dripping pussy, of the little wet patch I was making on the bed. I brought my hand down and used two fingers to part myself for him.

And then, just as quickly as I started, I stopped, looking up at him innocently.

“That was fun,” I said, with the sweetest most angelic smile I could muster. “You can go back to your bunk now.”

“Wha–”

“I’ve had my fun with this now,” I said, smiling sweetly, still holding the shaft of his cock. “Unless…well…you probably wouldn’t be interested.”

“What?” he said. “What is it?”

“Hmm…” I said, toying with him now, enjoying myself, my inhibitions lost and my hornyness fully taken over. “Unless you’re ready to taste me properly now?”

Watching him suck on my fingers, I knew I was about to be very naughty.

“You like the taste, don’t you?” I asked.

He nodded slowly, his eyes still closed, my fingers still filling his mouth.

“Would you like to taste the real thing?”

He nodded again, a little more eagerly this time.

“Okay…” I whispered, gently removing my fingers from his mouth and watching him as he opened his eyes. “But first you have to do something for me…okay?”

His voice was a whisper. “What is it?”

“You have to let me suck it.”

I watched as the color drained from his face and I grinned.

“Stand up and take down your underwear.”

He took a shaky breath. “Really?”

“It’s up to you. I’m not going to ask again.”

With a nervous glance, he stood up, his hands trembling slightly as he slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock, to my surprise, was much bigger than it had looked in his shorts, and I swallowed; half fear, half excitement.

With my eyes now fixed on his cock, I sat up, opening my legs unconsciously as I leaned closer. I reached out a hand, my fingers hovering just above his skin before I leaned in and pressed a soft, delicate kiss to that shaft of it. He shuddered.

“Is that nice?” I asked, cupping my breasts and looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Should I do it again?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, please.”

Keeping eye contact with him, I nodded slowly and licked my lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Whatever you think is best…” he groaned, my lips once again making contact with his cock. This time, it was a little firmer, a little wetter, and a little closer to the tip.

“Mmm,” I smiled. “This is fun. I wasn’t sleeping anyway…and there's only six hours until we reach our destination…”

I kissed it again, enjoying the way it twitched and jumped each time, wondering if he was starting to imagine what it would be like to fuck my mouth.

“I wonder if I can tease you all the way there…”

I opened my mouth and took his cock inside of it, but made no contact with it whatsoever, keeping my lips open and my tongue flat against the bottom of my mouth. Each time the train jolted it almost touched the wet insides of my cheek. But I held him there, letting him feel the warmth of being inside me, my breath surrounding him, the imagined sensation of what it would feel like if I were to close my mouth and start to suck him as eagerly as he had sucked me.

I took it out again and looked at it.

“Wow,” I whispered. “It’s really fucking hard, isn’t it?”

Without waiting for his answer, I gently grabbed his balls and massaged them in the palm of my hand. He let out a groan of pleasure, his cock jumping up and down, inches from my mouth. I wanted so badly to suck it, but teasing him was way too much fun.

I trailed kisses down his shaft instead, my hands still cupping his balls. I looked up at him, my lips hovering just above his now-throbbing head, my mouth once again opening as if to take him inside. But this time I just blew a soft, warm air all over it, moving my lips up and down the shaft and blowing a gentle, silent, and elongated “ah” up and down it. He gasped again, his hips jerking forward, his hands clenching into fists as he gripped the bunk above me.

“Oh my God…please…”

I was being mean, and I knew it. But the look on his face—part desperation, part awe—was intoxicating. I looked up at him and extended my tongue, making my eyes plead, stroking him quickly three times and then stopping again.

“Ughh…” he groaned, his head rolling back. “That felt so good.”

I giggled, my breasts bouncing as I did so. To think; I started this evening so miserable and sweaty and annoyed, and now I was doing my favourite thing ever…teasing a desperate cock while I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

I leaned in again, finally allowing contact, pressing the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and holding it there. I didn't lick, I didn't suck, I just let him feel the wet, firm pressure of my tongue. He let out another strangled gasp as my hands worked their way up his thighs, gripping his hips and gently pulling him into my mouth, his cock sliding across my tongue.

I pulled him out and back in again, controlling his thrusts, so slowly it must have been torture. I looked up at him as I did so, our gaze meeting momentarily before I closed my eyes and let go of his hips, enjoying the sensation of him continuing to slowly thrust against my tongue.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, realizing as I did so that I was playing with my nipples. I pulled back a little and looked up at him again. “Should I suck it properly now?”

"Please," he breathed, the word ragged. "Please…that would be–"

But I was already on him, wrapping my mouth around it fully at last, closing my lips and moving my head quickly and hungrily, sucking and licking and slurping greedily and messily. I put my whole body into it, arching my back and pushing my tits out toward him, grabbing his hips again and pulling him deep inside me, scrunching my eyes with the effort of it, rocking my hips backward and forward, my ass bulging beneath me on the bed, my body still completely naked and glistening with sweat. I spread my legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my dripping pussy, of the little wet patch I was making on the bed. I brought my hand down and used two fingers to part myself for him.

And then, just as quickly as I started, I stopped, looking up at him innocently.

“That was fun,” I said, with the sweetest most angelic smile I could muster. “You can go back to your bunk now.”

“Wha–”

“I’ve had my fun with this now,” I said, smiling sweetly, still holding the shaft of his cock. “Unless…well…you probably wouldn’t be interested.”

“What?” he said. “What is it?”

“Hmm…” I said, toying with him now, enjoying myself, my inhibitions lost and my hornyness fully taken over. “Unless you’re ready to taste me properly now?”

I was fully naked, lying on my back, looking at him.

He wasn't reading. His book was closed on his chest and he was looking right at me.

Fuck.

I didn't look away. I couldn't. I let him look. I let his eyes travel down my body. I saw them linger on my tits, on my nipples, the way they rocked slightly on my large breasts with the movement of the train. His gaze moved lower, down over my stomach, to the smooth skin between my legs. I had my legs pressed together, but I knew he could still see the shape of my pussy, because so could I, and together we looked at my body.

He swallowed. His hand, which had been resting on his book, tightened into a fist. He wasn't looking away. He was just looking. And I was just letting him.

God. How embarrassing. What a slut.

I wanted to cover my face with my hands, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too exciting. Too illicit. Too naughty and addictive and…

I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself, my body still on display for him.

Well, I thought. If he’s going to watch, why not put on a little show?

My hands moved almost on their own, sliding up my stomach slowly, teasingly, until they cupped the heavy weight of my breasts. They were large and pale and soft and ready, and I lifted one, feeling its satisfying heft, then the other, letting them drop and jiggle back into place. I traced the outline of my areola with a fingertip, circling it slowly, both of us watching as it hardened.

I let out a soft sigh that was swallowed by the train's rumble and squeezed both of my breasts together for him, pushing the soft flesh up to create a deep, shadowed cleavage, then let them fall apart again. I was playing with them for him now, a silent, teasing performance just for the stranger in the bunk opposite, and frankly, it was making me wet as fuck.

My hips rocked forward.

“I’m sorry to disturb your reading,” I whispered as I looked at him and licked my lips. “But do you like my body?”

He nodded. “Yes. Very much.”

“Mmm,” I said, not really a word, just a noise. I slid my hands down my stomach, my fingers tracing the line of my hip bone, my eyes locked on his. I watched him watch me as my fingers dipped lower, sliding between my legs. I was so wet they disappeared quickly and easily and I let out a sigh of pleasure as they did so.

I circled my clit slowly, my eyes moving back to his, and in my peripheral vision I saw that his hand was moving ever closer to his cock rubbing his cock.

“Would you…” I hesitated, realising how crazy what I was about to say was. “Would you…like to feel my tits?”

He nodded. “Would that be okay?”

I let my eyes flutter closed. “Mmm–hmmm.”

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bunk. The movement was awkward in the small space, and he nearly tripped on his own bag, but between his legs, pushing against his shorts, was a hard cock, and the sight of it was enough to make me open my legs a little wider.

“You can kneel there,” I said, intonating with my head. He did as he was told, dropping to his knees, the height putting his face level with my chest. “Good.” I breathed. “Now you can touch them, if you like…”

He reached out with a hesitant hand, looking at me and asking for permission one more time, this time with his eyes. I gave it to him, nodding gently, and his fingers hovered just above my breast for just a second longer before he brought it down and made contact.

I arched my back slightly, pushing my boobs up into his palm.

It felt good to be manhandled by him.

“Do you like them?” I asked, sliding my fingers between my legs once more, opening them a little wider still and biting my lip as I looked up at him.

“Yes,” he said. “Very much. They are so soft.”

“Yeah…” I nodded. “You can squeeze them a little harder, if you like…"

He obeyed, his grip firming, his other hand coming up to mirror the first on my other breast. He squeezed them together, his gaze fixed on the way my flesh molded to his hands. He leaned down, and I felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue circled my nipple. I gasped, letting him do it, letting him do what he wanted, my hand flying to the back of his head, my fingers tangling his hair as I pulled him closer. He closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my hips rocking up off the bunk. The rhythm of the train seemed to sync with the rhythm of his sucking, and my fingers circled my clit, spreading my wetness over my soft lips.

He switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his teeth scraping gently across my nipple. The sounds of the train, my own ragged breathing, and the wet, sucking sounds he was making filled the small cabin.

“Would you like to taste me?” I asked, my heart beating fast now, my instincts taking over, my conscious thought subjugated deep within me.

He nodded.

“Good,” I whispered. “Close your eyes and open your mouth…”

He looked confused for a second and then obeyed, putting out his tongue in such a submissive gesture of understanding that it would have made my knees weak had I not been lying down.

I brought my hand up from between my legs, my index and middle finger shining beautifully in the moonlight from the window. Lifted it to his face and placed them on his tongue, pushing them slowly into his mouth.

“Suck.”

That’s all I said, and he understood, his eyelids fluttering and his cock twitching, the taste of me igniting something with him. I could feel his tongue moving across my fingertips, sucking and licking hungrily, his lips closing around them. His cheeks hollowed slightly with the effort, a slow, rhythmic pull as I helped him, moving my fingers in and out of his mouth. I felt my pussy throb and pushed a little deeper, just a fraction, and he moaned, a low, muffled sound that vibrated right down my arm.

I watched him, this stranger on a train, willingly debasing himself for a taste of me, and the power of it was intoxicating, and I knew, right there in that moment, that I needed to fucking ruin him.

I was fully naked, lying on my back, looking at him.

He wasn't reading. His book was closed on his chest and he was looking right at me.

Fuck.

I didn't look away. I couldn't. I let him look. I let his eyes travel down my body. I saw them linger on my tits, on my nipples, the way they rocked slightly on my large breasts with the movement of the train. His gaze moved lower, down over my stomach, to the smooth skin between my legs. I had my legs pressed together, but I knew he could still see the shape of my pussy, because so could I, and together we looked at my body.

He swallowed. His hand, which had been resting on his book, tightened into a fist. He wasn't looking away. He was just looking. And I was just letting him.

God. How embarrassing. What a slut.

I wanted to cover my face with my hands, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too exciting. Too illicit. Too naughty and addictive and…

I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself, my body still on display for him.

Well, I thought. If he’s going to watch, why not put on a little show?

My hands moved almost on their own, sliding up my stomach slowly, teasingly, until they cupped the heavy weight of my breasts. They were large and pale and soft and ready, and I lifted one, feeling its satisfying heft, then the other, letting them drop and jiggle back into place. I traced the outline of my areola with a fingertip, circling it slowly, both of us watching as it hardened.

I let out a soft sigh that was swallowed by the train's rumble and squeezed both of my breasts together for him, pushing the soft flesh up to create a deep, shadowed cleavage, then let them fall apart again. I was playing with them for him now, a silent, teasing performance just for the stranger in the bunk opposite, and frankly, it was making me wet as fuck.

My hips rocked forward.

“I’m sorry to disturb your reading,” I whispered as I looked at him and licked my lips. “But do you like my body?”

He nodded. “Yes. Very much.”

“Mmm,” I said, not really a word, just a noise. I slid my hands down my stomach, my fingers tracing the line of my hip bone, my eyes locked on his. I watched him watch me as my fingers dipped lower, sliding between my legs. I was so wet they disappeared quickly and easily and I let out a sigh of pleasure as they did so.

I circled my clit slowly, my eyes moving back to his, and in my peripheral vision I saw that his hand was moving ever closer to his cock rubbing his cock.

“Would you…” I hesitated, realising how crazy what I was about to say was. “Would you…like to feel my tits?”

He nodded. “Would that be okay?”

I let my eyes flutter closed. “Mmm–hmmm.”

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bunk. The movement was awkward in the small space, and he nearly tripped on his own bag, but between his legs, pushing against his shorts, was a hard cock, and the sight of it was enough to make me open my legs a little wider.

“You can kneel there,” I said, intonating with my head. He did as he was told, dropping to his knees, the height putting his face level with my chest. “Good.” I breathed. “Now you can touch them, if you like…”

He reached out with a hesitant hand, looking at me and asking for permission one more time, this time with his eyes. I gave it to him, nodding gently, and his fingers hovered just above my breast for just a second longer before he brought it down and made contact.

I arched my back slightly, pushing my boobs up into his palm.

It felt good to be manhandled by him.

“Do you like them?” I asked, sliding my fingers between my legs once more, opening them a little wider still and biting my lip as I looked up at him.

“Yes,” he said. “Very much. They are so soft.”

“Yeah…” I nodded. “You can squeeze them a little harder, if you like…"

He obeyed, his grip firming, his other hand coming up to mirror the first on my other breast. He squeezed them together, his gaze fixed on the way my flesh molded to his hands. He leaned down, and I felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue circled my nipple. I gasped, letting him do it, letting him do what he wanted, my hand flying to the back of his head, my fingers tangling his hair as I pulled him closer. He closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my hips rocking up off the bunk. The rhythm of the train seemed to sync with the rhythm of his sucking, and my fingers circled my clit, spreading my wetness over my soft lips.

He switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his teeth scraping gently across my nipple. The sounds of the train, my own ragged breathing, and the wet, sucking sounds he was making filled the small cabin.

“Would you like to taste me?” I asked, my heart beating fast now, my instincts taking over, my conscious thought subjugated deep within me.

He nodded.

“Good,” I whispered. “Close your eyes and open your mouth…”

He looked confused for a second and then obeyed, putting out his tongue in such a submissive gesture of understanding that it would have made my knees weak had I not been lying down.

I brought my hand up from between my legs, my index and middle finger shining beautifully in the moonlight from the window. Lifted it to his face and placed them on his tongue, pushing them slowly into his mouth.

“Suck.”

That’s all I said, and he understood, his eyelids fluttering and his cock twitching, the taste of me igniting something with him. I could feel his tongue moving across my fingertips, sucking and licking hungrily, his lips closing around them. His cheeks hollowed slightly with the effort, a slow, rhythmic pull as I helped him, moving my fingers in and out of his mouth. I felt my pussy throb and pushed a little deeper, just a fraction, and he moaned, a low, muffled sound that vibrated right down my arm.

I watched him, this stranger on a train, willingly debasing himself for a taste of me, and the power of it was intoxicating, and I knew, right there in that moment, that I needed to fucking ruin him.

I was fully naked, lying on my back, looking at him.

He wasn't reading. His book was closed on his chest and he was looking right at me.

Fuck.

I didn't look away. I couldn't. I let him look. I let his eyes travel down my body. I saw them linger on my tits, on my nipples, the way they rocked slightly on my large breasts with the movement of the train. His gaze moved lower, down over my stomach, to the smooth skin between my legs. I had my legs pressed together, but I knew he could still see the shape of my pussy, because so could I, and together we looked at my body.

He swallowed. His hand, which had been resting on his book, tightened into a fist. He wasn't looking away. He was just looking. And I was just letting him.

God. How embarrassing. What a slut.

I wanted to cover my face with my hands, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too exciting. Too illicit. Too naughty and addictive and…

I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself, my body still on display for him.

Well, I thought. If he’s going to watch, why not put on a little show?

My hands moved almost on their own, sliding up my stomach slowly, teasingly, until they cupped the heavy weight of my breasts. They were large and pale and soft and ready, and I lifted one, feeling its satisfying heft, then the other, letting them drop and jiggle back into place. I traced the outline of my areola with a fingertip, circling it slowly, both of us watching as it hardened.

I let out a soft sigh that was swallowed by the train's rumble and squeezed both of my breasts together for him, pushing the soft flesh up to create a deep, shadowed cleavage, then let them fall apart again. I was playing with them for him now, a silent, teasing performance just for the stranger in the bunk opposite, and frankly, it was making me wet as fuck.

My hips rocked forward.

“I’m sorry to disturb your reading,” I whispered as I looked at him and licked my lips. “But do you like my body?”

He nodded. “Yes. Very much.”

“Mmm,” I said, not really a word, just a noise. I slid my hands down my stomach, my fingers tracing the line of my hip bone, my eyes locked on his. I watched him watch me as my fingers dipped lower, sliding between my legs. I was so wet they disappeared quickly and easily and I let out a sigh of pleasure as they did so.

I circled my clit slowly, my eyes moving back to his, and in my peripheral vision I saw that his hand was moving ever closer to his cock rubbing his cock.

“Would you…” I hesitated, realising how crazy what I was about to say was. “Would you…like to feel my tits?”

He nodded. “Would that be okay?”

I let my eyes flutter closed. “Mmm–hmmm.”

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bunk. The movement was awkward in the small space, and he nearly tripped on his own bag, but between his legs, pushing against his shorts, was a hard cock, and the sight of it was enough to make me open my legs a little wider.

“You can kneel there,” I said, intonating with my head. He did as he was told, dropping to his knees, the height putting his face level with my chest. “Good.” I breathed. “Now you can touch them, if you like…”

He reached out with a hesitant hand, looking at me and asking for permission one more time, this time with his eyes. I gave it to him, nodding gently, and his fingers hovered just above my breast for just a second longer before he brought it down and made contact.

I arched my back slightly, pushing my boobs up into his palm.

It felt good to be manhandled by him.

“Do you like them?” I asked, sliding my fingers between my legs once more, opening them a little wider still and biting my lip as I looked up at him.

“Yes,” he said. “Very much. They are so soft.”

“Yeah…” I nodded. “You can squeeze them a little harder, if you like…"

He obeyed, his grip firming, his other hand coming up to mirror the first on my other breast. He squeezed them together, his gaze fixed on the way my flesh molded to his hands. He leaned down, and I felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue circled my nipple. I gasped, letting him do it, letting him do what he wanted, my hand flying to the back of his head, my fingers tangling his hair as I pulled him closer. He closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my hips rocking up off the bunk. The rhythm of the train seemed to sync with the rhythm of his sucking, and my fingers circled my clit, spreading my wetness over my soft lips.

He switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his teeth scraping gently across my nipple. The sounds of the train, my own ragged breathing, and the wet, sucking sounds he was making filled the small cabin.

“Would you like to taste me?” I asked, my heart beating fast now, my instincts taking over, my conscious thought subjugated deep within me.

He nodded.

“Good,” I whispered. “Close your eyes and open your mouth…”

He looked confused for a second and then obeyed, putting out his tongue in such a submissive gesture of understanding that it would have made my knees weak had I not been lying down.

I brought my hand up from between my legs, my index and middle finger shining beautifully in the moonlight from the window. Lifted it to his face and placed them on his tongue, pushing them slowly into his mouth.

“Suck.”

That’s all I said, and he understood, his eyelids fluttering and his cock twitching, the taste of me igniting something with him. I could feel his tongue moving across my fingertips, sucking and licking hungrily, his lips closing around them. His cheeks hollowed slightly with the effort, a slow, rhythmic pull as I helped him, moving my fingers in and out of his mouth. I felt my pussy throb and pushed a little deeper, just a fraction, and he moaned, a low, muffled sound that vibrated right down my arm.

I watched him, this stranger on a train, willingly debasing himself for a taste of me, and the power of it was intoxicating, and I knew, right there in that moment, that I needed to fucking ruin him...

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