A Quiet Friday — His Story (Part 3) {revised}

Background – from Part 2

I was anxious to hear Susan have an orgasm. But after what seemed a long time she was having trouble relaxing and lured me into finishing her off. I watched her enjoy an extended orgasm at my hand. When she was done, she rolled over in sleepy post-coital bliss. I showered little kisses on the back of her neck until she fell asleep. Then, I tucked the sheet and a light blanket around her, so she wouldn’t get cold.

Part 3 – My Turn

For a moment, I stood over Susan, watching her sleep. Morning coffee was doing its job, so I headed for the bathroom. On my way I took several more deep hits of Susan’s scent from my fingers, reliving my earliest memories of teenage sex.

After washing my hands, I built a fresh pot of coffee and reinstalled myself on the porch with the morning newspaper. About half an hour later, I heard Susan stirring. After a few minutes, she reappeared on the porch in bathrobe and slippers, and sat down without saying anything about what had happened.

“Coffee?”

She nodded.

I got a mug with a big dollop of milk – just the way she liked it.

She sipped her coffee, eyes hidden behind her long-dark hair.

I asked, “Everything OK?”

“Yeah. Fine. Just not what I expected.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. So, it seemed best to apologize,

“I’m sorry. I promised not to look and not to touch. I broke both promises and I’m really sorry.”

“No. No. I didn’t mean that! I wanted it.” She paused, “I meant, I didn’t expect to come like that. It was pretty intense.”

Our eyes met and I knew everything was OK. I felt an erection stirring.

“So, I guess it felt as good as it sounded.”

“That was the first time I let someone else do it.”

I sipped my coffee looking out at the beautiful day, lost in thoughts of how it felt to have her hold me as she experienced orgasm. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then, breaking my reverie she asked,

“Well. Are YOU ready?”

“What…?”

“We had a deal, didn’t we?”

I hadn’t forgotten, but I didn’t think it would be my turn so soon.

I fumbled, “Yes … of course.”.

When I didn’t move, she asked again, more pointedly, “So…. Are you ready?”

I was having second thoughts, but there was no escape. It had been so easy to promise when all I was thinking about was listening to her. Now, it seemed different. I felt nervous, embarrassed and excited, all at once.

I gathering my courage, “Yeah.”

She stood and led me to the door — like a sheep to slaughter — my heart was pounding. Inside, she locked the door behind us, just as I had done earlier. Then, she led me into the bedroom. I stood by the side of the bed, nervously moving the bottle of lube to the bedside table.

“Remember. I get to watch — so, no sheet.”

“Uh-huh.”

I folded down the top sheet and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling self-conscious and more than a little nervous.

“I’ve never done this before, not even for your sister.”

“Making excuses already?” She pulled the rocking chair closer to the bed and settled herself.

She continued, “Well, I’m ready. So, you can get started.”

“Have you ever seen it before?”

“No. That’s why I wanna watch.”

“You know, it gets a little messy.”

“Yeah!? You have some baby-juice to deliver, don’t you. That’s the part I wanna see.”

“Well, the last thing we need is for Barbara to find stains on the sheets. So, we better get a towel.”

“OK. Where are they?”

“In the hall closet across from the bathroom.”

She was off to the linen closet and back in a flash. I got up and spread the towel where I’d be doing my business for her. She re-settled herself in the rocking chair — feet tucked under — watching me expectantly. My nervousness was taking its toll. Whatever incipient erection I had had earlier, was gone.

“Well, you gonna get undressed?”

I hesitated.

She added, “Nervous?”

I lied, “No!”

Susan looked hard at me. “Look. Why not be honest? It’s a whole lot easier.” she paused, “I know you’re nervous. I get it. If you really don’t wanna do it, we can go back outside and forget the whole thing.”

I protested, “No! No, Sue. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“OK then. Let’s get down to business. Think about it. You’ve already seen me come. I even let you do it. I didn’t hold anything back.”

“I know.”

“Didn’t you like it?”

“Yeah. I did.”

“So, why so shy? You’re not gonna show me anything you haven’t already seen. ”

“Yeah. I know. But, …”

She interrupted, “Are you embarrassed for me to see you don’t have an erection? Is that what’s making you shy?”

I blushed and sheepishly admitted it.

“Well, now that we both know, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about – is there? So, c’mon pull down your pants and lemme get a good look at you.”

I began by gingerly slipping my tee-shirt over my head.

She added seductively, “Want some help?”

Feeling bolder I said, “Yeah. Why not.”

“Maybe I can even help get you a little excited.”

She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my PJs and slipped them down. They fell around my ankles and I stepped out of them. She slowly ran her fingers up the front of my briefs, hooked her fingers on them, then carefully slid them down my legs. I stood there naked, facing her, only inches away. I could feel her breath as she stared at my penis.

“You’ve seen guys before. Haven’t you?”

“No. Never. Well, little babies. But that’s all.”

She reached out tentatively.

“Go ahead. You can touch it.”

The feel of her cool slender fingers sent a shiver of excitement though me. I guided her dainty thumb and forefinger around my penis, showing her how to hold me and then how to stroke. After that, she placed her finger-tips on my glans.

“The fireman’s hat?” she asked.

“Uh-huh. Super sensitive, just like your clit.”

Her touch was exciting me and my erection was returning.

“Your little friend is growing.”

“Isn’t that what you want to see?”

She kept lightly stroking my glans with her finger-tips, simulating the in and out motion of coitus. It sure seemed like she had done this before.

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh.”

Now, my penis was erect, only inches from her lips.

She patted the bed, “Let’s get more comfortable.”

I sat, then laid back on the bed. She moved along side me, first holding then gently stroking me. I was soon fully engorged, delighting in her touch.

“ Does Barb get you hard like this before…?”

“Uh-huh.”

She reached over to the table for the bottle of lubricant.

“No, Sue. I don’t use it.”

All of a sudden, I was feeling very self-conscious about what she was doing and wanted to regain some control.

“Let me take it from here. OK?”

She seemed disappointing and moved back onto the rocking chair. I centered myself on the towel and tried to forget that she was less than 3 feet away, watching me intently. I spread my legs, comfortably positioned my testicles and then circled my erection with thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes and started stroking. But, I was distracted and wasn’t making much progress.

She asked softly, “Thinkin’ about my sister?”

“Uh-huh.” (an untrue, but a safe response.)

“Did ya do her this morning?”

Her question surprised me, but I kept my eyes closed, “No.”

“Last night?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I heard you.”

“The house is quiet. It’s hard not to make noise.”

“Didn’t you know I would hear you?”

I kept stroking and was getting more aroused.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I should stop my chattering, shouldn’t I?”

“If ya wanna see me come.”

I started fantasizing about Linda, the first girl I ever had sex with and the only one who ever masturbated me. I tried to remember her kisses and the way she would do it. But, I could get just so far and my mind would snap back to the present – distracted by Susan sitting there watching. My favorite jerk-off fantasy wasn’t working!

“Does it usually take so long?”

I stopped. “No. I’m having a little trouble — with you watching.”

She knew. She had the same problem when it was her turn.

“Want some help?”

“No. Just gimme a little more time.”

I closed my eyes and started stroking again. But, I heard her get up and felt her face close to mine. She lightly kissed my forehead.

“I know a little trick you’re gonna like.”

I watched as she turned her back to me, opened her robe and took off her panties. She wiped them several times between her legs, then folded them into a square slightly larger than the palm of her hand. She sat down alongside me on the edge of the bed, held her panties just below my face – close enough for me to take her scent.

“It’s gonna help you relax. OK?”

Once I nodded, she held my forehead so I couldn’t turn away, then pressed her damp panties over my mouth and nose. I trembled with excitement. She watched my reaction. I gazed up, submissively.

“C’mon now … take a nice deep breath for me.”

Her panties were damp with her wetness. I inhaled her scent, held it and then exhaled.

“Again.”

I took another deep breath. My trembling stopped as her familiar scent filled my lungs. Its effect surged through my body, as if I had been given an injection of a powerful drug. I slowly closed my eyes, submitting to her.

I exhaled, “Oh, Susan…”

She said firmly, “Again.”

I was masturbating again, as I drew another deep hit of her perfume. I felt my whole body respond, only then realizing how it relaxed me. Another deep breath. And another. I kept breathing in her musky scent. The effect was overwhelming – a pleasant deep fatigue. I submitted and for the first time, was really on my way.

“Working, isn’t it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good. Just relax and let it.”

I couldn’t believe how she made me feel. My fantasy turned to her — my penis hard as a rock — nice long strokes – lost in a dream of being between her legs. I opened my eyes briefly to see her still looking down at me, smiling, waiting. As my eyes closed again, I imagined her wicked-little smile, as she invited me to enter her. Then, the tip of my penis slipping into her wet vagina. I imagined her bare vagina caressing me – tight and warm. My pace gradually increased.

She took her panties away from my face. I welcomed the cool unscented air. But, I was chasing the sparrow and kept pumping my cock.

“Still fantasizing about Barb?”

I hesitated.

“No… I didn’t think so!” then she added, “Want a little more help?”

I nodded.

“Good. I thought you would.”

But before doing it, her lips touched mine – soft and tender – a real kiss – a lover’s kiss. I was already fantasizing about her and once our lips parted she placed her panties firmly on my face. Being reintroduced to her scent had nearly as strong an effect on me as it had had the first time. I felt it radiating through my body — reinforcing my desire to have sex with her.

“Robert, let’s not be afraid to be honest. You can tell me what you really want. OK?”

I nodded again.

She had finished setting the hook of seduction, even though I wouldn’t realize I was caught until after lunch.

“Susan. You have no idea how it feels.” I said through her panties.

“Oh, yes.” she paused, “Yes, I think I do.”

I felt my whole body getting ready. My orgasm was tantalizingly close and my muscles were getting tense. My legs began to quiver with excitement.

Susan whispered in my ear, “Gettin’ close?”

“Uh-huh.”

She took her panties away just long enough for another kiss, more seductive than the last. When our lips finally parted, she said,

“Now, imagine being inside me.”

Then she put the panties back on my face, but didn’t hold them as tightly as she had before. I kept stroking.

“Susan. Cover me.” She left her panties on my face and I felt the coolness of her finger tips on my glans — so gentle, so loving, just perfect. She teased me – her finger tips worked their magic. I focused on the sensation of her touch and the fantasy of being inside her.

Now, everything happened quickly. I was inside her – my semen beginning to flow into the base of my penis. The fullness built. The urge to ejaculate became irresistible. I held back as long as I could. My legs stiffened, my pelvic muscles clenched hard and forcefully shot my first ejaculation into her hand.

I reacted with a loud, “Uggghhhh.”

Then … a second shot, and, a third, and several more before my orgasm faded.

I was done — totally spent – I felt the warm come dripping from her hand. My heart was pounding, and my chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. All the sexual urgency I felt only moments before was dissipated.

When I opened my eyes, Susan was holding her cupped hand to her nose.

I asked, “Like MY scent?”

“Yeah. It’s nice.”

She took the panties and wiped her hand. When she was done, she carefully refolded them and held them to her nose.

“Your scent and mine … together.”

She held her panties close to my face.

“Smells nice — doesn’t it.”

I knew what she was hinting at, but just said, “Ummmmm.”

I was feeling sleepy. So, I rolled onto my side and drew up my legs. I felt her kiss my shoulder and then my cheek. She covered me and tucked me in, just as I had done her.

“Sweet dreams.” were her last words.

She left her panties in front of me on the pillow to guide my dreams and for me to discover when I awoke.

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