Dog park - Sex Stories

Dog park

... shy about this, but she did share that she did not yet have a serious relationship.

Ok. Here goes nothing. Or a slap on the face…

“So, no one gets to enjoy a closer look at this body of yours?”

She was blushing furiously but not striking out. A good start. “No. not really.”

“Not even yourself? Don’t you stand in front of the mirror and admire yourself? I would if had this body. Do you at least touch yourself? It’s not the same as when someone else does it, but these curves need an appreciative hand to caress them, even if it’s your own.”

She didn’t know how to handle this. She continued to blush and mumble a little, but I think she took some of that as a complement. Good.

“So, do you at least masturbate?”

Th blush now deepened, although I did not think it was possible and her eyes widened. She looked around, as if to make sure we were really alone and then managed to squeak a small “yes.”

“Let me guess, in the middle of the night? Deep under your covers?”

A small nod was the only answer this time.

“So you never use toys? Or do it in the shower? Or in front of the mirror?”

Again the wide eyes. This time with a head shake.

“Oh, come on. Live a little. At least look at yourself when you’re doing it. Imagine someone else is touching you.”

Enough for tonight, I thought, and let her stew in quiet for a few minutes before taking my leave for the evening.

On the next night, she was more subdued than usual but we still talked a little about ...

... inconsequential things. Time to turn the heat on again.

“So, did you do it?”

Wide eyes, a wild look, again the squeaky voice, “Did what?”

“Masturbate in front of the mirror. You said you would try.” She said no such thing, but she was so stressed yesterday she probably wasn’t too sure of her own memories.

A shake of her head.

I faked a disappointed sigh.

The rest of the evening was quiet. She was flustered and I was acting aloof. She threw covert glances at me from time to time. I could nearly see the gears turning in her head, but she did not speak.

On the night after, I could see that she was more exited, so I acted more friendly and talked about the weather and whatnot. I could see that she wanted to tell me something but didn’t know how to start and I did not intend to make it easy for her.

Finally, I quieted down and looked at her expectantly.

“I did it.”

“Did what?” I will not make it easy for her.

“Umm, you know, masturbated. Umm, and I looked in the mirror. Like you said.”

“Oh, come on. Details. What did you do? How did it feel?”

“I don’t know, well, I waited until everyone went to sleep and I just turned on a night light and I got out of bed and I did it. it felt nice, I guess.”

From her excitement, it seemed that nice was underselling it, although I didn’t know if it was the physical aspect or the impropriety that got her excited.

“Did you take off your clothes? Where did you touch yourself? What did you think about?” I ...