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Bestowal

... play . . . . "Okay, I'll bite, what?" "Once I dated a guy, and he really got off by watching me masturbate." Her body is flushing now, and I watch the pinkness spread from her cheeks down to the pointy nipples. I take off my sunglasses and stare frankly at her nudity. "But he'd never do it for me. Will you let me watch you jerk off?" I'm rock hard, I'm ready to do it right now, right here. "You've got to help me," I bargain. "No, no touching. You see me in my birthday suit, I see you come." "When? Tonight?" "No, I'm still not sure Jake will go for it. Maybe when we get back home." It's the classic tactic, she doesn't really want to do it, just wants to talk about it. Maybe this is the way she gets herself hot for Jake. But I'm not going to burn any bridges. "Expect my call a couple of days after we get back," I promise. She smiles, and pulls her wrap on. Jake still isn't happy about dinner -- he wanted burgers, Christie and I opted for broiled fish -- but after four or five beers, he's feeling better about it, lying on the couch. We're watching some NBA game on the tube, and it's close with twenty minutes to go. Christie's bored, she's never been that interested in any spectator sport. "I'm going to take a shower," she announces. "Take one for me," Jake suggests. "I'll take two for you, you need both of them," she retorts, a little petulantly. She heads into her and Jake's room and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later, she pops her head out and asks, "Sweetheart, do you ...

... have any Q-tips?" "Nope," he says, absentmindedly. "I've got some," I say. "Let me get them for you." I head into my bedroom, grab the box, and hand it to her. She's shielded by the door, but I catch a quick glimpse of shoulder and the curve of a bare breast that she didn't try to hide very hard. "Thanks," she whispers, with the hint of a blown kiss. I return to my chair, and notice that the bedroom door is slowly swinging open. Jake can't notice it, he's facing away from it lying on the sofa. From my vantage point, I see a reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door of Christie tweezing her eyebrows. My mouth goes dry as I realize I can see her complete back, all the way down to her stupendous ass. When she turns just the right way, I view a teat in profile and once she turns around so that I should be able to see her abdomen, but it's concealed by a towel draped over her arm. She cavorts for some time, and I think I'm being treated to a most fortuitous voyeuristic session. Then she puts the towel around her waist, turns and smiles at me in the mirror, and reaches over to close the door. Once more, I've been had! With a minute and a half to go in the game, and a three-point spread, she emerges from the bedroom, smelling clean and fresh, wearing shorts and a thin blouse. Immediately, I can tell she's decided not to put a bra on. Jake's yelling and screaming -- he's got a bet on the game -- and I watch her pour herself a glass of wine. She sits down next to Jake, ...