I'd never been to her house before, so that in itself was an exciting development. The fact that I was there as she'd kindly agreed to let me indulge a fantasy I'd always had meant my mind was racing as we chatted. I'd always wanted to make myself come while a girl watched me.
As far as relationships go, my friendship with Melissa (Mel) was a brilliant one, but also quite unusual. We worked together, kind of. We worked for a big organisation in the UK at their head office in the north of England. Different departments, but over the years we'd started by saying hello, making small talk as many work relationships do, and this has developed into where it is today.
I'd always fancied her of course. I'm 45, happily married with family, but Mel was exactly the girl I'd go for if I was single. Cute, very smiley, lovely hair and big sparkling eyes. Petite, 5ft 1 ish, a real cutey. Friendly, funny, great fun to be with. She was recently divorced.
Anyway, as some relationships do, ours had evolved to sharing more personal things at first, but got to the point where we were comfortable sharing anything, sexual fantasies, experiences, turn ons, that kind of thing. I think it helped that we'd very early made it clear there was no complications to our relationship, we got on really well, mates. I wasn't trying to get her into bed or anything.
It was in one of these conversations that I'd confessed to Mel I'd watched some porn recently that involved a man stripping in front of a woman and making himself come while she watched. No touching, no physical contact, just the thrill of being watched. Over a few conversations I'd sounded her out about letting me do it in front of her, and whilst she was apprehensive at first, she'd finally agreed to let me. We both were very firm there would be no physical touching, the game was just the thrill of doing something really naughty, a dirty little secret we could share.
That's what had led me to being sat in her lounge one afternoon, trying to remain calm whilst trying to steal glances up her dress or of her cleavage when I thought she wasn't looking.
My cock and balls were clean shaven and moisturised that morning, and I was commando. I always love that combination as the roughness of my jeans against my sensitive post-shaven cock always leaves me feeling aroused all day. Add into that the excitement of sitting here chatting to Mel, knowing that she'd be OK with me wanking it in front of her and I was already throbbing down there.
I was desperate to do it, and was trembling in part with excitement and in part with nerves. My heart was thumping hard too against my chest, as we chatted, and I could feel my palms were sweaty. I barely even knew what we were talking about as all I could hear in my head was me continually telling myself "do it, take your cock out in front of her, don't waste this opportunity to do this in front of this gorgeous woman". Was she waiting for me? Was she going to tell me to do it? Did I have to take the lead? Did she even still want to?
I don't know how I did it, but in the end the voices in my head won over my fear. I plucked up the courage and stood from the armchair, and reached my hand down to my fly and started to unbutton. Mel's eyes immediately darted to that area, and I got such a rush as I reached in, and the second I touched it felt a huge rush, and I took out my throbbing cock. I didn't stroke it or wank it at first, I wanted to savour the moment, so I just moved my hand and let it hang there with Mel staring at it.
I think she was a little shocked but equally couldn't seem to take her eyes off it.
"God you're so naughty, I never thought you'd actually do it," she half-laughed in a really cute giggly schoolgirl kind of way.
Just for a second I thought she'd taken offence and didn't want this, so I quickly mumbled something around if I should put it away.
She laughed , "God no, I love it, I want to see more".
"Perfect," I thought. "So tell me what you'd like to see Mel," I challenged her, slowly getting a little more comfortable in this slightly strange situation.
She laughed and her eyes gleamed. She knew from our many conversations sharing way too much that I really love hearing girls talk a little dirty, especially nice "girl next door" kind of girls like her. So she raised her eyes to stare straight into mine and told me exactly what I'd dreamed of hearing for months.
"I want to see you stroke it for me Alan. I want you to take hold of our cock and stroke it, slowly at first, but I want you to come in front of me. That's what you want Alan isn't it. Because you're a naughty boy aren't you. Who gets off playing with his dick while girls watch? A naughty little pervert, making his friend feel all slutty and excited."
God this was beyond anything I'd hoped for and if she hadn't been staring me straight in the eye as she said it she'd have noticed my fattening cock twitch violently as she said it.
"Yes Miss," (I slipped into sub/dom mode for a second), "I'm a very naughty boy and I want to wank for you. Would you like a closer look?"
"Yes. Come show me."
Now we'd been over the ground rules and we were both very comfortable there'd be nothing physical ever happen between us. I think that's why she was comfortable telling me to come closer.
She had sat forward on the couch as I moved towards her, so she was right on the edge. The naughty girl was almost wanting this as much as I was! I stopped only a foot or so away from her and my cock was right at her eye level. She stared hard at it and was semi hard already just from the excitement of the situation.
Now I couldn't believe this was happening, and I never knew if I'd ever get the chance to do this again, so I was going to make the most of it. I slowly started to unbuckle my belt, then my jeans, and I slowly slipped my jeans right down to my ankles. I always get so much more of a rush by being fully exposed than just having my cock out.
She smiled. A really cute, naughty smile.
My hand naturally moved to my cock and I began stroking it for her. I was desperate to put on a good show.
"Do you want an even closer look Mel?"
"Yes please," she stammered. It was now her turn to be caught a little by nerves.
"Sit on your hands for me, remember no touching."
"OK," she nodded back and slipped her hands under her cute bum.
With that I stepped forward so my cock was about 1 inch from her face as I stroked it, slowly and deliberately sliding my hand up and down the shaft of my cock. She'd have almost been able to feel the heat from it I was so close, and I'm sure she could smell the moisturiser I'd used that morning.
I stroked for what must have been a full minute without either of us feeling the need to say anything. I could see her eyes gleaming, she was as turned on as I was by this, and the naughty little bitch even ran her tongue over her lips at one point. I don't know if she was teasing or if it was involuntary, but my cock twitched again as soon as she did it. I guess at this point she'd normally have opened her mouth and slid it down my shaft, but that was against the rules. Frustrating as that was in a way for me, it also heightened the intensity of the situation hugely and led to both of us being so turned on.
I held my shaft out of the way so she could also see my clean shaven balls. I ran them through my fingers and massaged them, again an inch from her face.
"Do you like looking at my balls as well?" I asked her. "Look how heavy they are, I've been saving up cum for a week Mel just for you. Just for this show. Do you like that idea?"
"Oh god yes I love it Alan. I love it."
She shifted slightly on her hands , and I figured she was squirming a little as she was getting so turned on. Involuntarily tightening her thigh muscles together to try and squeeze her pussy a little.
"You're excited Mel aren't you? Is your pussy wet?"
"Yes," she whispered.
I stepped back a little to give her a little space and started stroking my cock again. I thought I'd have a little fun with her and see if I could make her even redder.
"I do this at home you know Mel, and often I think about you as I'm stroking. You don't mind that do you?"
She shook her head, "No, I don't mind at all, I love the idea."
"You're sure?" I checked, as a mischievous thought came to me.
"You don't mind that some nights when my wife's in the bath, I lay naked in our marital bed and stroke my cock thinking about you? Imagining pushing my tongue into your mouth, as I force you back against a tree on one of our lunchtime walks, as I press against you? Imagining what it would feel like to have your hot, wet mouth slide over my cock, and have you suck it as hard as you can."
"Oh God Alan, I fucking love that!"
"It doesn't bother you that I fantasise about slipping your panties down, spreading your thighs open and pushing my tongue right up inside your little cunt, wondering what it tastes like? Or that when I grip my cock when I wank, I squeeze it imagining you bent over a table in a private meeting room, and I'm sliding it into your tight pussy? Or that when I come I imagine shooting my hot, sticky cum over your tits, or over your pretty little face? All while my wife could walk in at any moment and catch me being so dirty."
"I fucking love that!" she almost shouted at me.
I just stood stroking then, suspecting I wasn't going to last much longer.
"Alan?" she said eventually, clearly having calmed down a little by now. "I have a little surprise for you, you've just reminded me."
"Really? What?" I asked, wondering what the hell was going to happen now.
Her hand slipped out from underneath her, and under a cushion that lay one side of her on the couch. When she pulled it out my heart skipped a beat.
Dangling delicately from Mel's index finger was a little pair of blue, lacy panties.
"What do you think to these?" she asked, staring straight into my eyes. I'm sure she must have heard my heart thumping away right at that minute. I don't think I'd ever been as excited. Mel knew of my huge fetish for panties, and I'd often "joked" in the past about her giving me a pair of hers, and here she was teasing me with a pair. A beautiful, delicate, sexy little pair.
"Oh God I love them," I just about managed to hiss back.
Again, staring straight into my eyes she purred something that made my cock jump yet again.
"Well this is quite a special pair. Last night I played with myself in these just for you for today. They're all wet. Would you like them?"
I reached out to take them but she pulled them quickly away laughing as she did. No! Please. I prayed she wasn't teasing me with this.
"How much do you want them Alan? Are you prepared to beg me for them?"
"Oh please Mel, please can I have them???" I begged.
"Call me Miss again, I quite liked that earlier. And Beg. Properly. On your knees."
I loved the fact that she was getting so into this as I was. I obviously had to comply, so kicked off my jeans completely. Now naked from the waist down, I slowly knelt at her feet. My cock was throbbing harder than at any point, something Mel had clearly noticed as she was staring at it intently now. Half smirking. She was in control right now.
"Please Miss. Your naughty boy is desperate for your panties. Please Miss could I have them? And then I'll come for you."
She reached out and this time didn't pull them away, and I excitedly almost snatched them from her.
"Show me what a filthy little pervert does with a girl's panties then, you dirty bastard."
My heart was thumping as I slowly raised them to my face, and took in their scent. Oh god these were beyond my wildest dreams, I could easily make out the beautiful smell of her pussy from the night before, and also a hint of perfume. I forgot where I was for a little while as I pressed the soft, delicate material against my face, still inhaling deeply taking in the beautiful aroma. They were still a little damp as I pressed them against my face, and there was only one thing I could do next. I opened them with my hands and slowly my tongue slipped out and touched the fabric sending a little bolt of excitement through my body like electricity. I ran my tongue along the soft cotton, directly where her pussy had been the night before, taking in the beautiful taste. I'd almost forgotten where I was for a moment, oblivious to the fact that Mel was watching me, my animal instinct had just taken over.
"Put them in your mouth," she instructed me.
"Oh yes Miss," escaped from my mouth before I'd even had chance to think.
My sub side had completely kicked in by now, as the humiliation hit me, kneeling exposed to my friend as she watched me helplessly succumb to my fetish. I stared into her eyes in recognition of that humiliation as I raised them, opened my mouth and then slowly placed them on my tongue. I used my tongue to roll them round in my mouth and let out an audible groan at the taste. Mel laughed.
After a few seconds her face suddenly changed, it was obvious something had just come into her head. She started to smirk, leaned slowly forward, so close that I could easily smell her perfume, the same perfume I could taste in my mouth. She spat in my face.
Holy shit I hadn't expected that, but fucking loved it. I remembered telling her about visits I'd made to a dominatrix in the past where she'd spat in my face amongst many other things, and she must have just remembered at the best possible time.
"Thank you Miss," was all I could mutter.
"Now. Fuck your hand for me. Make yourself come you dirty little fuck. I want to see you come."
And there was nothing I needed to do more at the moment in time.
I slowly stood again, so I was in front of her with my dick was just inches from her face, gripped it hard and started to wank as hard and fast as I could. I wasn't going to last long, I just needed to come and I wanted Mel to watch me.
I took her panties from my mouth and wrapped them round my cock, then wanked at a furious pace. I wasn't going to last and knew I was going to come soon.
"Are you going to come soon?" she asked breathlessly, I think she was almost as excited as I was.
"Yes Miss. Very soon."
"Step back, and do it in front of me - I want to see it shoot. Tell me when you're really close"
A few more seconds and I felt balls tighten and I was getting very close.
"I'm getting close Miss," I gasped, not even slowing my beat on my hard dick.
At that she shocked me one last time. She stood, lifted her dress to her waist and sat back down on the couch. She pushed her crotch forwards to the edge of the couch, opened her legs and gave me a clear view of her white, lacy panties, pulled tightly over her mound. I stared intently, trying to make out the shape of her pussy.
"Come for me," she said softly, as he reached down and pulled her panties to one side, exposing her cunt to me. Beautiful. Brazilian with cute little lips that I'd been imagining for years.
And that was it, I couldn't take any more and my cock started to pump helplessly. I felt the first spurt pulse up my shaft before it shot across the room and landed on Mel's leg. Two, three a fourth spurt came out all over the floor. I'd saved myself for over a week for this show, and you could tell. It felt so good, it was probably the best come I've had in a long time.
I collapsed to me knees and knelt there looking helplessly at her for a little while.
She laughed.
"You enjoyed that didn't you, you dirty fucker."
"God yeah. Thanks so much."
I noticed she was still holding her panties to the side at this point, still showing me her cute little pussy. I chuckled a little thinking I'd just discovered she also has a little exhibitionist side to her. Maybe we could play on that some time in the future I wondered. Her finger traced onto her thigh where my cum had hit her and she ran her finger round in it.
"Naughty boy," she smirked as she ran her fingers through the cum. "You can keep the blue panties, my treat," she laughed as she finally covered her pussy up and pulled her dress down.
And that was that. We had a coffee before I left and laughed about the experience. I think it was refreshing that neither of us had found the situation weird or damaging to our friendship. Just two mates helping each other out.
I wore the blue panties to work the next day, something she found hilarious when I told her at the coffee machine. She also confided she'd wanked herself stupid that night replaying what had happened in her head.
Anyway, that was the start of a few fun things we've done. I'll write some others down some time if people like this one and want me to. Thanks for reading.
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