A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... lemonade for good measure.

He held up his water glass and took a drink. "It's best not to, Mrs. Stilson. Much as I like your lemonade, temptation is a line I should not cross."

"Temptation is a powerful thing, Mr. Thomas," I said, looking at his stiffening cock, yet again. My whole body tingled and flushed with warmth. It was like high school again, and I was in a twisted game of spin the bottle.

I put the money on the table in front of me, looked up at him and said, "Penny for your thoughts," and nodded toward his hard-on.

Even as I said it, I felt a rush of fear, knowing the path I was veering down, was not one I should explore.

"Mrs. Stilson, there are some things that should remain a mystery."

"Yet, you clearly want me to see your, wares, so to speak. I can't help but wonder what makes them so prominent." I was no longer looking at his face.

"Judging from your level of concentration, I might hazard a guess at telepathy. But that would be a little presumptuous..."

"Touché Mr. Thomas, touché! As I sit here, I can't help but think that your ex-fiancée is an idiot for letting you get away. What was her name?"

"Rachel."

"Well, Rachel is clearly not worthy of you, Mr. Thomas."

"And I find myself questioning the husband of such a beautiful wife, taking her for granted, and neglecting her needs."

I winced a bit at that comment, and should have defended Wayne, but at that moment, I couldn't do it. It was exactly how I felt, and Mark hit the nail ...

... on the head. That somehow made him seem even more attractive.

"Seems we've both been under-appreciated," I said, as I downed the last of the lemonade. "So, I ask again, what are you thinking about that puts you in your current state, Mr. Thomas?" My eyes fixed on the prize.

"Ladies first, Mrs. Stilson," he said, daring me with his eyes. "What's on your mind, Mrs. Stilson?"

I hesitated, while the voice of reason told me to stop, but the butterflies in my stomach and the tingling heat between my legs, urged me on. Once I started vocalizing my thoughts, there was no stopping.

"So many thoughts, Mr. Thomas. If I were available, I would ask you if I could please release that amazing mass of manhood from its denim restraints. If you agreed, I would drop to my knees and unbutton those shorts..." I stopped and swallowed hard.

It was as if I was watching myself from outside my own body and could not stop myself.

"And when I agreed?" he said, in a distant voice.

My eyes affixed to his cock; I watched in amazement as it moved, growing still larger trying to push its way out.

"I would unzip those pesky shorts and peel them off of you. Then, I would gently stroke that glorious cock through your underwear, and let it get a taste of freedom, before freeing it completely."

"Damn, Mrs. Stilson," he sighed.

My pussy was drenched, as I imagined what his cock would feel and look like. To my amazement, it continued to periodically pulse in his pants. Without looking ...