Undress(ing)

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Mavis (Whatsapp): ‘I don’t know if we should do it again. It doesn’t feel right.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘What’s wrong?’
Mavis (Whatsapp): ‘It felt like something was missing the last time we did it.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘Can I go over and talk about it?’

A ‘yes’ sent me into the showers and rushing over to her place, only to see her wearing a casual black dress that left her fair complexion shine off her shoulders. Instead of going into her bedroom, we stayed in the living room to discuss the problem she had the last time.

Mavis: ‘I had something in mind I wanted to try after you left but wasn’t sure if it will be appropriate.’
Me: ‘Is it painful?’
Mavis: ‘No. Argh.. It’s hard to explain it to you. Take your shorts off and sit still.’

While waiting for her to return from her room, I folded my shorts and placed it on the armrest of the sofa, excited at her experiment she wanted to do. She returned with a beaker in her hands and carefully placed it down, requesting me to let her know if it hurt. I still did not know what she was about to do, but agreed anyway.

Just before we got started, she had warned me that her parents might be home anytime and things would be chop chop. Well, I could think of many things to do in that short timeframe, and readied my shorts in case I had to disappear suddenly. I watched her sit on the cane stool between my feet and she took a mouthful of that orange liquid, gurgling before spitting out into the same cup. Before anything was done, her eyes were puffed up and tears could almost be seen filling her eyes.

Mavis did not give me a chance to ask her what was it and her mouth went over my half-awakened dick, bombing it with a tingling sensation mixed with warmth and cold. At first, it was a little prickly, as I was still small. But as it got bigger, the sensation was confusing my senses. Her lips did not have that liquid and her hand that was at my base started jerking up and down in synchronisation with her mouth.

I had never expected her to be so good in giving head, especially the last time I met her was only days ago. The hardworking girl kept sucking me until the minty feeling gradually dispersed, giving her a break to gargle the same drink again. All I could remember seeing was her sipping from the beaker and spitting it back, for the rest of the oral pleasing had kept my eyes closed, to enjoy the heaven and earth therapy.

Mavis: ‘J, tell me how it feels?’
Me: ‘Fucking good. If you keep going, I think I might just cum soon.’
Mavis: ‘So fast?’
Me: ‘Umm.. I masturbated in the showers, but did not cum though. I didn’t know when will I see you again.’
Mavis: ‘Haha. Naughty boy. So you got the day right not to release it down the drain.’

Her lips went back to my shaft and this time, she continued sucking after the tingle subsided, letting her saliva and wetness take over to sooth the cold. As the clock ticked away, I was beginning to feel the tempo her hand and mouth had. It was like a pendulum, fingers hitting her lips, and then drawing away from the centre of my dick. It had unintentionally caused cold air to cool the middle part while my tip was constantly kept in her mouth.

After what seemed like a short ten minutes, her hand left my balls and went under, to that patch of emptiness in front of my butt crack. I had then recalled, she had remembered that secret spot I told her, but whether or not she was going to give me blue balls, it’s all in that one finger. I was barely holding it in when her head moved on its own, without those shaking hand. She went much deeper than before and my mind blanked out.

Me: ‘Damn! I’m cumming!’
Mavis: ‘I can feel it! You’re righ.. ‘

Before she could finish, her mouth went over the tip just in time as the cum splashed out forcefully, eyes looking straight at me as her fingers playfully made a few push at the ‘button’. Although I felt empty, there was just a little that my body told me was stuck. Mavis did not need me to say anything and just finished the job with a few long drags from the meat straw, vacuuming every drop out of it.

Mavis: ‘I’m going to try this on you the next time.’
Me: ‘Oh man, what have I taught you. Did you get what you expected from the Listerine blowjob?’
Mavis: ‘That cold treatment doesn’t matter now. I think the blue balls will be much more fun.’

We rested for a while watching TV before I had to leave, bumping into a elderly couple in the lift landing of her floor who smiled at me. We texted late into the night that evening and she was so excited to give me a ‘hard’ time when we meet again. What could I do with my hands tied and my dick at her mercy right?

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