A friendly tennis game leads to a different kind of ball play.
By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
He had enough experience to know that people’s good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something.
2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer.
At least he had been able to bury her, something which wouldn’t have even been several months previously.
But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.
At least Covid provided the excuse not to visit family at Christmas time. He couldn’t have faced being with people who he had enjoyed with Jenny alongside him.
Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion.
Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a teenager. Nothing too competitive - just hitting a ball with friends in the park. So, on New Year’s Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up.
Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class.
When it came to it, he was glad he hadn’t backed out.
The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven people doing the course seemed ok too.
The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the Court against each other with the ‘punishment’ of star jumps or burpees for those losing the point.
By the time the following Monday came around Martin was surprised how much he was looking forward to going.
As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly became the highlight of Martin’s week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking the class began to grow too.
King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone.
Martin found himself especially enjoying points against Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40’s with a sharp sense of humour and quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even.
Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each other saying 'Come on old man, let’s see what you’ve got!’ which might have offended him had others said it - especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older than she was.
But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him all the more determined to win the points.
Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class, but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori as much as anything else.
He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at ease.
But he soon realized to his surprise that there was something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly awakening as Spring began to bud.
Lori was certainly an attractive woman, although she wasn’t what Martin would have previously called his type. Jenny had been a tall, fulsome woman, with a curvaceous figure and full rounded breasts which Martin used to delight in getting lost in when they made love.
But Lori was tiny, slim and her breasts were barely noticeable in her tennis shirt. Yet it wasn’t Lori’s breasts which grabbed Martin’s attention on the 5th week of class.
Dan had asked everyone to get in line to play three tennis shots - one from the baseline, followed by a volley and an overhead. Then each person was to run around the court and get in line again.
Martin found himself standing in line behind Lori, who this week was wearing tight black yoga pants. After he had played his shots and was running around the court his eyes fixed themselves on Lori’s ass as she ran in front of him. It was surprisingly full for her slim frame and even though his heart was pounding from the cardio workout Martin felt it leap as he contemplated her figure.
They got round the court and were soon playing their shots again before heading out on their second lap. Again Martin’s eyes were drawn to Lori’s seductive buttocks as they moved delightfully as she ran in front of him.
Her yoga pants were smooth over her thighs and ass and there was no sign that she was wearing any kind of underwear which made Martin’s heart race even more and he even felt a slight stirring lower down - something which he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
As the class went on Dan couldn’t shake the image of Lori’s ass from his mind. During the next exercise he tried to position himself behind her again but was frustrated when Judy, a silver haired lady in her 60’s, slotted in between them, obscuring his view. He cursed his luck.
Toward the end of the evening, during King of the Court, Martin again found that his mind wasn’t on his usual banter with Lori, but had strayed elsewhere.
Lori had always been pretty vocal when she had hit the tennis ball - something which wasn’t uncommon with women tennis players who grunted through the exertion of playing a point.
But Lori was more of a shrieker than a grunter, emitting a high pitched cry especially when stretching for a shot.
Martin hadn’t paid too much attention to it until this week, but now he found himself wondering whether Lori’s shrieking was just for the court or whether she was vocal during sex too.
Each vocal utterance took Martin’s mind to Lori’s bedroom as he imagined her in the throes of ecstasy with a lover.
“What the hell is going on?” Martin thought to himself. “I’m thinking like an 18 year old teenage boy!” He was painfully aware that the stirring in his groin was also reminiscent of those teenage days and he knew that he would have to master his thoughts before he found himself in a very embarrassing situation in front of the others in the class.
Fortunately, the evening was just about through and he was able to gain control of his imagination before things got out of hand. Soon the class came to a close and everyone began to filter out to their vehicles.
“Hey old man - fancy a game later in the week?”
The voice pierced Martin’s thoughts and he turned round to see Lori standing behind him, a big grin on her face.
Martin’s thoughts raced. A one on one game with Lori? If the state of his mind was anything like it had been today it would be hard for him to keep any kind of control - of the ball or anything else for that matter! But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with her which made the risk worth taking.
“Erm, sure. What day?”
“How about Thursday? I have some time during the evening if that will work for you - say around 7p.m.?”
“It’s a date,” Martin said. “I mean…not a date…just er…well you know what I mean,” his face reddening.
Lori flashed her smile and giggled.
“Yeah I know what you mean. I should be so lucky.”
And with that she turned toward her vehicle.
“See you on Thursday!” she called as she walked away.
Martin turned and walked to his car and sat there, the engine still turned off, hardly believing what had just happened.
In one sense nothing at all had happened. Lori had just arranged a tennis game with him.
But his mind was racing away from him.
What did she mean by “I should be so lucky?”
Was she attracted to him? Or was it another one of her jokes?
Martin turned the key in the engine and began the 10 minute drive home. His mind replayed the conversation, and then the images of Lori’s seductive ass mingled with her shrieks.
As he finally allowed himself full rein to reimagine Lori’s toned body, Martin’s cock began to stir once again. This time there was no need for him to try to control it for the sake of decorum.
Yet Martin’s growing excitement was tempered by a nagging sense of guilt. Jenny, the only lover he had ever had, had only just passed and yet here he was - his mind and body yearning for another.
Surely he shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Yet they wouldn’t disperse. Rather than reminiscing about tender times with his wife, instead he was picturing Lori pulling down her yoga pants at home right now, imagining her smooth firm white bottom emerging from the black material.
By the time he was half way home Martin’s cock was standing to full attention, his tennis shorts tented as it strained against them.
And still he played out the scene in his mind.
He imagined Lori laying down on her bed. Her feet clamped together. Her knees splayed apart forming a diamond shape.
He pictured her hand move down to the crest of the jewel parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers.
He saw the glistening of her juices on her fingers as she began to rub her clit - slowly at first but soon picking up speed as her urgency increased.
And as her whole mind and body was overwhelmed by her orgasm he envisaged her convulsing with pleasure and screaming with joy.
Martin realized that he was almost home, although he couldn’t remember any of his journey.
His left hand had strayed down to his cock and had been stroking and pulling on its head through his shorts.
Martin’s fingers felt the sticky wetness of his pleasure which had seeped through his light gray shorts and as he looked down he saw a dark patch of his pre-emission bleeding through the material.
As his hand moved slowly up and down, desperate for these exquisite sensations to continue, Martin’s foot increased the pressure on the accelerator in an attempt to make sure he made it home before his orgasm overtook him on the journey.
Martin pulled into the driveway and quickly walked toward his front door - his tennis bag held close against his body lest anyone should see his lack of decorum. He opened the door, threw the bag on the floor, ignored the eager greeting of his golden retriever and dashed upstairs.
His entire mind and body was now set on one thing only. He needed release - needed to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through his body.
He needed to come.
Martin threw himself on the bed and yanked his shorts down to his ankles, his hand eagerly grabbing his fully erect cock. Now was not the time for teasing - the journey had dealt with that.
He dragged his hand across the head of his shaft, smearing the creamy bubbly juices which had seeped out during the journey all over the top portion of his cock. Then he began milking his hand quickly up and down - imagining he was pumping it deep into Lori’s pussy. Feeling her velvet walls encase him.
He immediately felt his orgasm begin to build at the base of his cock, his balls tightening as his breathing shortened.
He needed to come.
He wanted to come.
He was going to come.
It only took a few more seconds for the sensations to deepen and spread upward. His balls and anus tightened as he reached the point of no return. Guttural sounds of pleasure began to escape his throat as his whole being was consumed with the heightening sensations.
The pleasure was so great that he almost wanted to stay there - to prolong the moment of release.
Martin’s hand slowed almost to a stop. His thumb and index finger lightly teased the tip of his cock.
But even that could not hold back the huge tidal surge which had been building and now was about to break.
He was coming.
Martin’s body convulsed and the first shot of cum flew through the air and landed on his forehead, the second quickly following and hitting his neck just under the chin. He gasped as each wave of pleasure washed over him - his body quaking with each convulsion. Chemicals raced through his brain - intense pleasure that almost verged on pain as he felt his head throb with each surge.
Finally the intensity of the sensations began to subside.
Martin lay there, completely spent, in his state of semi-undress trying to come to terms with what had overcome him. Every so often his cock twitched again as several aftershocks shook his body.
Eventually he stood, walked into his en-suite and turned on the shower.
Thursday couldn’t come quick enough.
As the evening of his game with Lori grew closer, Martin knew that it was going to take every fibre of his mental strength to stay focused on the game.
When he arrived at the tennis center he headed straight for the court and pushing back the heavy vinyl backdrop curtain he saw that Lori had already arrived and was stretching at the side of the net.
She was wearing a pure white top and a light blue silky tennis skirt which showed off her slender legs from just above the knees. As she stretched forward the skirt slowly dragged itself upwards showing off a few more inches of her tantalizing white thigh.
Lori’s long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which draped down her back topped by a white cap.
As Martin came through the curtain onto the court she turned toward him and flashed him a smile.
“Hey old man! I’m glad you made it. It wouldn’t have been as much fun playing with myself.”
Did she giggle slightly at the innuendo Martin wondered? Was it deliberate? Had she been planning her introduction? Or was he just being dirty minded?
Martin chastised himself for his thoughts. She’s probably saying it in complete innocence, he reasoned.
His musings were broken into by Lori’s perky voice…
“Come on - let’s play!”
She handed him two tennis balls and tucked the third under the pleat of her tennis skirt into what Martin could only imagine were panties sewn into her skirt.
Martin and Lori took their positions at either side of the net and began hitting the balls to each other as they warmed up. As they did so they chatted about how their week had been going. Just normal, everyday conversation.
Martin began to convince himself that it was clearly only he who was reading anything more into this than a friendly game of tennis.
By the time they began to play some competitive points Martin had fully persuaded himself that Lori’s request to play him was purely for the sake of fitness and exercise. Now that they were playing seriously the conversation had petered out apart from when calling the balls out of court and keeping score.
At one point in the game when Martin was serving, Lori asked “Do you have any balls?”
Martin quickly replied “Yes, I’ve got two here in my shorts. Can’t you tell?”
He immediately felt embarrassed at his teenage humour, but Lori grinned and said, “Come on then - get them out. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Martin wondered whether she was playing along with the innuendo or simply responding to the conversation in a far more innocent way than he was.
The game turned out to be pretty even and as the hour court time was coming to a close each of them seemed to be putting in more effort to try to win the match.
Lori’s shrieking grew in its loudness and frequency which only served to distract Martin from his game, his mind once again imagining an entirely different context. Whether it was this lapse in mental strength or simply her greater stamina, Lori closed the set out just as the hour came to a close.
“Great game, and well played,” Martin congratulated Lori as they approached the bench at the side of the court where they had each left their bags.
“Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot,” Lori smiled back. “I’d love to play with you again soon.”
“I’d like that too,” Martin replied and as he spoke he felt his cock twitch as his mind immediately leapt to picturing her playing with his balls rather than tennis balls.
“Got much else planned for this evening?” Lori asked. “We could go for a drink. Beats watching TV alone.”
“Sure - I’d like that. But don’t you have a husband or partner waiting for you…or a…someone?”
Martin winced at his awkwardness. He realized that after over a quarter of a century of marriage he had no idea how to handle these sorts of situations.
Lori chuckled. “Nope. No husband. Or wife. Or any other sort of lover. Well…not the human kind anyway!”
Martin felt his face turning red but at the same time the stirring in his groin increased at Lori’s sudden candour.
Without any warning an image of Lori holding a vibrator against her pussy while spreadeagled on her bed popped up into his mind. Martin quickly tried to push back down - he wasn’t in the privacy of his car now.
Control yourself man, he thought as he felt his cock begin to engorge with blood.
“Ok, well er, let’s have a drink then. Where do you want to go?”
Martin could feel his heart beginning to race with the anticipation of spending more of the evening with Lori, coupled with the lingering image which had entered his mind.
“To be honest, I’m not really dressed for a bar. I came out like this ready for tennis,” Lori mused.
Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s just 5 minutes away. I have a nice bottle of Toscana, if you like red wine.“
"Sure…I’d love to,” Martin said, his heart beating even faster now despite the game being over some time ago.
“Great. Well just follow me. Won’t take long.”
As Martin followed Lori’s white Subaru Impreza his whole body seemed on fire with excitement.
He felt like he could hardly breathe. What was happening? He even wondered whether he was having some kind of heart attack.
He tried to convince himself that he had only been invited back for a drink. But he couldn’t shake the thought that there could be more.
It was years since he had felt like this. Life with Jenny had been wonderful and their lovemaking had been tender, yet had long ago settled into a comfortable predictability.
But this was altogether something new.
Martin’s hands were shaking on the wheel as his body shivered in anticipation.
Suddenly they turned a corner and Lori pulled her car into the driveway of a detached house.
In a semi-dazed state he pulled up beside hers, walked up to the door and followed her inside.
Martin immediately noticed that Lori’s home was immaculately presented - almost like it was staged for an impending sale. The furniture was sharp and clean. There was no clutter on any of the surfaces, only ornaments and beautifully designed wooden sculptures.
It was very much controlled. Together. Just as Lori seemed to be.
Martin wondered whether she was always like that. Was there a wilder, uncontrolled side to her? He longed to find out.
“Sit down on the couch. Make yourself at home.”
Lori pulled one of many bottles out of a wine rack built into the wall and took two long stemmed glasses from a cabinet.
Martin sat nervously, positioning himself awkwardly on the front edge of the white leather couch.
Lori sat next to him. He felt her knee rest against his leg and his stomach began to do somersaults.
Martin felt beads of sweat begin to form on his brow and his jaw began to clench as adrenaline began to course through his body.
“Come on old man - relax. You look like you’re afraid I’m about to eat you!”
Martin laughed nervously. “Sorry. I am a little on edge. It’s so long since I’ve done this. I mean…having a drink with someone other than my wife. I feel like I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s ok.” Lori said reassuringly. “I understand. How long has it been since your wife passed?”
“Almost four months. I’ve been so lonely.”
Martin was taken back by the emotion which suddenly came through as he spoke, as well as the honesty about his deep sadness which he had generally managed to suppress so well when speaking to others.
“I know. I know. It must have been so difficult for you.”
Lori’s words were soothing as she moved her left arm round over his shoulder and pulled his head toward hers. He felt her hand begin to stroke his hair as his head rested on the top of her shoulder.
Martin felt a surge of warmth and comfort rush through his body at her tender touch. But at the same time experienced a surge of excitement as his cock began to swell - not for the first time that day.
A cocktail of emotions overwhelmed him. Comfort. Shame. Embarrassment. But more than anything else, excitement.
The physical touch of a woman after so many months was warm and intoxicating and even in his vulnerable and awkward state he didn’t want it to end.
Martin’s cock was now fully erect and he was sure Lori would notice it. How would she respond?
He glanced sideways at her and sure enough her widening eyes were fixed on the stirrings in his shorts, even as she continued to stroke his head and neck.
“I’m sorry…” he stuttered. “I’m not sure what’s going on. I just… I don’t mean to…”
“Shish,” Lori whispered in his ear and as she did a tingle shot down through Martin’s neck and spine.
“It’s ok. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable though,” Martin stuttered.
“Do I look uncomfortable?” Lori asked, pulling her body slightly away from his and looking him in directly in the eyes.
Lori’s left hand moved to Martin’s face so that now it was cradled in her hands. Her fingers began to gently rake through Martin’s hair sending shivers of excitement through him. Her nails sent myriads of neurons firing in his brain.
And then she kissed him.
Gently and tenderly at first. Her lips felt so warm and soft and Martin’s mouth automatically moved in response and his right hand moved to the back of her head pulling her closer.
All manner of emotions were racing through his mind and body but sheer physical pleasure quickly became the dominant one as their kissing became more firm and adventurous.
Martin’s tongue probed Lori’s mouth and a deep moan came from her throat as his tongue began to explore her sweetness.
He sensed Lori’s control and composure was giving way to something much less restrained. More primal.
Quickly and without any warning Lori pushed Martin’s body so that he fell back on the couch.
Before he had a chance to gain any control she swung her left leg over his body and straddled him.
Martin felt his tented cock pressing up under Lori’s clean tennis skirt against her panties.
He immediately felt heat emanating from her pussy lips which were parting around his cock, through the thin material.
She groaned loudly. Gutturally.
All sense of decorum and tenderness had disappeared. Raw passion had taken over.
Martin’s shaft pressed hard against her as he lifted his ass off the couch to press against her delicious body.
Lori pulled her mouth away from his and smiled. Yet behind her eyes Martin could see that a fire had been kindled and was growing stronger by the second.
Lori ran the fingers of both hands down his shirt and then, in one motion tore it off his body.
Martin’s breathing deepened as he gazed up at her. He wanted to respond by removing Lori’s top but before he could move she had ripped it off herself.
Martin gasped as he saw her nipples for the first time - standing erect on her small but perfectly symmetrical breasts. Their deep rouge colour stood out in contrast to her pale skinned chest.
He bent upward and engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, his mouth sucking as his tongue flicked over it.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” Lori gasped.
Martin had never heard Lori swear before but it only served to fuel his desire for her.
Jenny had never used dirty talk with him when they made love.
But this wasn’t making love.
This was sex.
This was fucking.
And he was beginning to love it.
As Martin pulled back his mouth, Lori’s long firm nipple made a delightful popping sound as it emerged.
Martin quickly moved to suckle her right breast and as he did he could feel Lori’s thighs and ass begin to thrust urgently against his hard cock.
At each thrust Lori’s groans and moans increased in their pitch and loudness - her head arched back in ecstasy as she continued to dry hump him.
Martin’s hands moved to her ass and he pulled her harder against his cock.
Lori’s body began to move even faster and Martin felt the pleasure beginning to build and spread throughout his cock. At first he felt the sensation in his tight balls, but with each loud thrust against him he felt his cum building up his hard shaft.
He wanted to express how he was feeling. He had a strong desire to talk dirty to Lori. But he still had some inhibitions remaining, even though he sensed they wouldn’t stay for long.
Lori however, had no such restraint now. She was wild with excitement and it showed in her entire being.
“Oh fuck Martin. That feels so good. I love feeling your hard cock sliding against my pussy.”
Martin’s mouth opened and he began to groan and grunt - each emission seeming to enhance his pleasure.
“Oh my fucking life. Fuck! I think I’m going to fucking cum!” Lori gasped.
Suddenly Martin felt Lori’s hands move down toward his cock.
But instead of grabbing his manhood as he imagined, she sharply pulled the material of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening, open cunt lips.
Lori’s other hand rested against Martin’s balls and the base of his cock. And then her fingers began to fly furiously across her protruding ruby clit.
“Fuck!” Martin uttered as he was completely entranced and overwhelmed by the sight of her wantonness.
Seconds later Martin felt Lori’s body stiffen and then convulse as her orgasm overwhelmed her body.
Lori’s head arched back, her mouth open wide as high pitched squeals and shrieks pulsed out from her throat.
Martin gazed into her eyes, transfixed by the sight as the waves of pleasure washed over her and wracked her entire body. Lori’s once delicate and pristine body writhed and contorted. All sense of control had gone as she gave herself to her overwhelming pleasure.
The sensations in Martin’s own body had been inexorably building and he sensed that it would be only a matter of seconds before he came himself. But as the frenetic movements of Lori’s body began to subside he felt his own eruption linger tantalizingly close yet just out of reach.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!” Lori gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly before,” her breath still coming in pants as she spoke.
“Or so hard!” She smiled captivatingly and Martin felt like his emotions would explode within him.
Lori pulled herself upright and pressed her hands against Martin’s chest, giving him a full view of her naked breasts and engorged nipples.
But Martin’s eyes were drawn downward, to her skirt which was twisted and pulled around her waist.
The built-in panties were still pulled aside - barely covering one of her pussy lips and fully revealing the other which was still shimmering with Lori’s juices.
“Ugh…this is so hot!” Martin gasped. “I loved hearing you come.”
“I fucking loved it too,” grinned Lori. “And I’m going to love it when you cum now.”
Raising her slight body from his for a second, Lori swiftly pulled down Martin’s shorts, freeing his cock for the first time as it sprang to attention.
She ogled it lustfully for a few seconds, appraising it’s length and girth.
Then she lowered her head down and embraced it with her mouth.
Martin groaned uncontrollably. He couldn’t ever remember feeling like this before.
Jenny’s lovemaking was warm and tender but she had never liked giving oral sex and Martin had never wanted to pressure her. They had so much to enjoy in each other’s bodies that he felt he could manage without that if she was uncomfortable.
But the sensations that were now flowing through Martin’s cock now made him realize what he had been missing for all of those years.
Lori’s mouth moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock on each stroke and each time bolts of lightning shot through Martin’s body.
He had been close to cumming before knew he wouldn’t last long. The sensation was building and moving up his cock with each passing second.
“Lori…I’m not gonna last. If you want to move away…”
“Fuck no!” Lori gulped. “I want to taste it all. I want you to cum in my mouth.”
Lori’s mouth and tongue picked up the pace, her long hair draping over his balls, sending him into more ecstasy as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.
It was enough to send Martin over the edge. His mouth opened and he grunted loudly as he felt the pleasure erupt through his cock and spread out through his legs, toes and up into his chest.
His head felt like it was going to explode too as he felt surge after surge of cum shoot from his cock and hit the back of Lori’s throat.
She gurgled, gulped, gurgled again… but continued to suck and engulf his penis with her warm lips until, after 7 or 8 convulsions Martin’s orgasm subsided.
Lori slowly withdrew her lips from Martin’s cock and he could see a thick string of his cum emerging and flowing from out of her mouth and drooling over his still twitching cock.
Then in one sudden movement she moved her body and head forwards and kissed him hard on the lips - her tongue insistently pressing open his mouth.
And for the first time in his life Martin could taste the salty thickness of his own pleasure.
His senses were truly overwhelmed.
Lori’s body finally collapsed onto his. Their chests heaving against each other and small grunts of pleasure still coming from their mouths.
Martin reached his hands down to Lori’s ass and pushed them up inside her panties, feeling the warmth of their flesh for the first time.
“I love your ass,” he whispered, in Lori’s ear.
“Say it again…but say it how you are really thinking it.”
Martin paused. Shocked at her insightfulness.
“I fucking love your ass,” Martin said, much louder this time.
“That’s more like it,” Lori grinned. “We’ll find the animal in you yet.”
“I’ve certainly discovered yours,” Martin laughed. “You don’t leave your screaming on the court do you?”
Lori laughed. “Fuck no! A girl’s got to express herself!”
“I had been wondering…,” Martin said, “…and imagining.”
“Oh really! You’ve been thinking about me in that way then? Have you been jerking off to me?” Lori grinned.
Even after all that had just happened Martin still felt a twinge of embarrassment.
“I might have,” he said shyly. Then with more boldness said, “Have you thought of me in this way before?”
Lori giggled. “Let’s just say you might have come to mind when I’ve been playing with myself these last few weeks.”
Martin’s eyes widened. “I’d love to have been a fly on the wall.”
“Well,” Lori smiled wickedly “there’s no need for that. There’s so much more of this evening yet to come…”
By Dansilver for Literotica
