lovely fantasies I bookmarked online, I realized with a start that I had been unconsciously rubbing myself gently against my soft pillow. After all these years of taking matters into my own hands, why should I squander the opportunity for a real lesson with a gorgeous, sexy man down the hall?
With my blouse still haphazardly buttoned and my skirt still rumpled beyond saving, I left my room and ventured down the hallway. I paused at his closed bedroom door, sucked in a deep breath to calm my nerves, and gently tapped on the door.
“Yes?”
Swallowing thickly, I said, “Pardon me, Mr. Cochran, but I have a question for you. Can I…um…can I come in, sir?”
“Of course, little one.”
Opening the door slowly, I peeked in and saw that he was still in his slacks, but had already removed his shirt. He was leaning over his nightstand, and writing furiously on a small notepad. I paused mid-step and just gaped at the pure perfection of his muscular torso. I knew his shoulders were broad, but his chiseled abs and lightly furred chest took my breath away. I had always stolen quick little glances when I crossed him in the gym, but it felt indulgent and voyeuristic to finally give myself free reign to devour him with my gaze. My eyes dropped past his lean hips and I gasped softly when I saw the outline of his aroused cock, straining against the fabric of his pants.
He closed his notepad and turned to face me fully. Grinning, he leaned his hip onto the nightstand and asked, “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He apparently had no qualms about me seeing the raging erection tenting his slacks and I felt emboldened by his lack of self-consciousness.
I straightened my shoulders and said, “I know these are odd circumstances, Mr. Cochran, but I was hoping that you would satisfy my curiosity. I’ve never actually seen a man…um…up close before. You said that you were going to finish yourself off, and I would like to watch you.” I could feel my cheeks flushing, but I held my gaze steady. His blue eyes glittered in the dim light and his cheekbones were taut with desire as he considered my request.
Before I lost my nerve, I strode over to his large bed and sat resolutely on the corner. Crossing my arms, I tilted up my chin in a silent dare and waited for him to respond.
With a low chuckle, he shrugged and said, “Well, who am I to stand in the way of your education, sweetheart?” He unzipped his slacks, and I stared in wonderment as he kicked them off to the side, and slid smoothly onto the bed. His black boxer-briefs did nothing to hide his erection and my hands itched to rip them off of him. He leaned back against his pillows and shot me a lazy grin. “What’s on the lesson plan, little scholar?”
Having him stare at me so intently made my breath catch a little. My bravado wavered slightly then, but I managed to murmur, “I want you to take off everything and I want to see you jerk yourself off, sir.” I curled my legs up underneath me and primly smoothed my skirt down over my thighs to hide my nervousness.
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled. My eyes widened as he slowly peeled off the last vestige of clothing. There was no way around it; Mr. Cochran’s cock was formidable. It bobbed gently under the heavy weight of his thick shaft, and the broad mushroom tip glistened in the soft light. His balls were lightly furred, and had tightened up in his arousal. I realized with an embarrassed start that I had been gaping at his penis, and I closed my mouth with an audible snap.
Transfixed, I watched him intently as he grasped his large cock in his right hand and slowly began to stroke himself. I had viewed plenty of porn on my own, but it was incomparably hot to see him pleasure himself like this. He returned my gaze under heavy-lidded eyes and I could feel that familiar warm ache in my belly as his jaw tightened in pleasure.
I squirmed a little and tried to quiet my quickening breathing, but was distracted by his
With my blouse still haphazardly buttoned and my skirt still rumpled beyond saving, I left my room and ventured down the hallway. I paused at his closed bedroom door, sucked in a deep breath to calm my nerves, and gently tapped on the door.
“Yes?”
Swallowing thickly, I said, “Pardon me, Mr. Cochran, but I have a question for you. Can I…um…can I come in, sir?”
“Of course, little one.”
Opening the door slowly, I peeked in and saw that he was still in his slacks, but had already removed his shirt. He was leaning over his nightstand, and writing furiously on a small notepad. I paused mid-step and just gaped at the pure perfection of his muscular torso. I knew his shoulders were broad, but his chiseled abs and lightly furred chest took my breath away. I had always stolen quick little glances when I crossed him in the gym, but it felt indulgent and voyeuristic to finally give myself free reign to devour him with my gaze. My eyes dropped past his lean hips and I gasped softly when I saw the outline of his aroused cock, straining against the fabric of his pants.
He closed his notepad and turned to face me fully. Grinning, he leaned his hip onto the nightstand and asked, “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He apparently had no qualms about me seeing the raging erection tenting his slacks and I felt emboldened by his lack of self-consciousness.
I straightened my shoulders and said, “I know these are odd circumstances, Mr. Cochran, but I was hoping that you would satisfy my curiosity. I’ve never actually seen a man…um…up close before. You said that you were going to finish yourself off, and I would like to watch you.” I could feel my cheeks flushing, but I held my gaze steady. His blue eyes glittered in the dim light and his cheekbones were taut with desire as he considered my request.
Before I lost my nerve, I strode over to his large bed and sat resolutely on the corner. Crossing my arms, I tilted up my chin in a silent dare and waited for him to respond.
With a low chuckle, he shrugged and said, “Well, who am I to stand in the way of your education, sweetheart?” He unzipped his slacks, and I stared in wonderment as he kicked them off to the side, and slid smoothly onto the bed. His black boxer-briefs did nothing to hide his erection and my hands itched to rip them off of him. He leaned back against his pillows and shot me a lazy grin. “What’s on the lesson plan, little scholar?”
Having him stare at me so intently made my breath catch a little. My bravado wavered slightly then, but I managed to murmur, “I want you to take off everything and I want to see you jerk yourself off, sir.” I curled my legs up underneath me and primly smoothed my skirt down over my thighs to hide my nervousness.
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled. My eyes widened as he slowly peeled off the last vestige of clothing. There was no way around it; Mr. Cochran’s cock was formidable. It bobbed gently under the heavy weight of his thick shaft, and the broad mushroom tip glistened in the soft light. His balls were lightly furred, and had tightened up in his arousal. I realized with an embarrassed start that I had been gaping at his penis, and I closed my mouth with an audible snap.
Transfixed, I watched him intently as he grasped his large cock in his right hand and slowly began to stroke himself. I had viewed plenty of porn on my own, but it was incomparably hot to see him pleasure himself like this. He returned my gaze under heavy-lidded eyes and I could feel that familiar warm ache in my belly as his jaw tightened in pleasure.
I squirmed a little and tried to quiet my quickening breathing, but was distracted by his
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