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Salute
This story was inspired by an image that came to my attention. Thank you very much to the gentleman who made it.
Her comment was brief. “Very nice. Thank you for sharing.” But it was enough. Enough that she was watching. That she saw him exposed just for HER. There was no image attached to the words. But he didn’t need to see her. Simply knowing that she was looking at him was enough to make his cock stir. Even now, in late summer when the nights were cooling, he felt the urge to shed his clothing.
Sun slanted through the window of his den as he unbuttoned his shirt. The warmth on his skin intensified his arousal, but he would not be hurried. With precision he folded the garment and placed it on the chair in the same place that he always put his clothing when exposing himself to women. Before he began on his trousers, he set up the camera. The anticipation increased his excitement. Even after years of doing this, the urgency was the same. Experience had taught him that waiting would make it better.
When he was satisfied with his camera angle, he began on the buckle of his jeans. The belt clinked softly as he hung it over the back of the chair. The clasp opened easily, and the waistband slipped over his hips. Already there was a stain of pre-cum seeping through his boxers. A tangy aroma triggered an image of her sitting in the room with him. In his fantasy, she licked her lips, thinking about how he would taste.
He slipped his hand inside his boxers, allowing himself the momentary pleasure of a couple of strokes. His hand, gnarled with experience, knew exactly how to hold his cock, his muscles remembered the exact pressure required, the number of strokes to take before holding back was programmed deep into his mind. Taking the time to fold his jeans and place them carefully on top of his shirt, he turned to the camera and took a couple of shots of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
A shiver of anticipation made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he slipped the waistband of his boxers down over his hips. In his mind’s eye, he could see her eyes widen, and her posture straighten, as she watched the show he was performing for her. Again, his hand wrapped around his hard cock. In front of him, his imaginary audience member leaned back in her seat and opened her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties under her skirt, and the smell of her arousal tickled his nostrils.
Unconsciously his hand worked his cock. His hips bucked, pushing him infinitesimally closer to her wet red lips that were slightly parted to reveal her tongue touching the back of her teeth in anticipation. When he dropped his eyes, he noted her nipples hard against the fabric of her blouse and further down her finger was stroking her slick wet pussy.
The speed of his strokes increased, saluting her arousal, her interest in watching him pleasure himself. The familiar pressure started to build and his cock grew even harder. He clicked another shot, recording the moment for both of them. A slight smile played at the corners of her mouth. Precum dribbled from the end of his cock. Using his thumb, he smeared it over his sensitive head.
“You want to taste it, don’t you?” He asked her.
Her reply was a Mona Lisa smile. This was a woman of few words, but her fingers dipped into her cunt as she spread her legs wider. Displaying herself to him. The pressure at the base of his cock grew. He knew it wouldn’t be long. She knew too. Her red lips parted and her breathing was harder.
“Cum for me.” Her words exploded in his mind, pushing him over the edge.
His hand was a blur, gripping his full length, his knees flexed, and his breathing was jagged as hot waves of his climax ripped through him. The first wave sent his seed spurting out to land on his feet, followed by a second jet covering his hand. Heat poured through his body, and his knees sagged. He leaned against the desk, recovering. In front of him, his fantasy smiled in admiration.
“Good boy.” She mouthed to him as she faded into the depths of his memory. Late afternoon sun slanted through the window of his study as his cum dried on his hand. His cock, drained, softened and slipped from his slack fingers, but he didn’t move, not yet. He wanted this feeling to last.
Until she contacted him again.
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