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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My wife sent me over to her pregnant best friend’s to give her old maternity clothes. Couple boxes.
Just another thing I gotta do. I squeeze it in, ready to drop it off and go. I wait at the door a little while until I hear a voice inside tell me to come in.
When I walk into the living room she’s just putting the baby to sleep. I quietly put the boxes down. And turn to leave, silently saying goodbye, and she gives me the signal to wait.
When she gets the baby to sleep. She meets me in the kitchen.
Poor thing. Her hair is a mess. She’s in pajamas and looks like she could enjoy a bath. I saw it many times with my wife.
She wanted to ask if my wife sent me with the stuff she asked for. I didn’t remember any extra stuff. She sighs frustratedly.
I’m sorry, I say. I didn’t know.
It’s okay, it’s okay. I just needed it. I’m all blocked she says.
After a beat she points to her boobs. Which now that you mention it? Are about twice the size now than they were when I last saw them. Not that I ever saw them completely. But we vacationed together and I definitely got caught glancing at her body a couple times.
Oh I’m sorry I say.
It’s okay. She sighs again.
All of this is whispered by the way. Just standing in her kitchen whispering to each other.
They showed you how to massage it out, right? I ask.
Yes, she says, but not every well.
So I awkwardly and hilariously show her, using my hands on my body, how she can massage herself.
We both crack up. But try to stay quiet.
“Just show me. Please. Help a pregnant mother. Lisa will thank you for helping a friend that is hurting.”
So I do. We stand in her kitchen and I’m rubbing her shoulders. Kind of scared to move anywhere else on her body, she eventually had to lead me to the problem area. Just under her collarbone but above her breasts. Barely. Her pajama opening up enough to expose her shoulders.
I’m rubbing her soft skin, my pinkies graze the tops of her swollen breasts. But still not technically touch them. Still safe.
then she stifles a moan.
She is feeling relief. And my cock twitches.
She’s bracing herself on the countertop now. I’m standing behind her, slightly turning my hips so my crotch doesn’t graze her ass. Which is somehow holding her pajama pants up. If she were wearing underwear I would be able to see the top of it. Don’t think she is. My cock is growing as I continue to reach around her body. Over her shoulders and rubbing her chest.
Thank you she says. Keep going she says.
There were rumors that she cheated on her husband. But they’re still together.
Can you go back to my shoulders please. She asks.
Maybe her way of cooling down whatever tension is building …
Then she says her neck is so sore. I grab some more oil and start rubbing up and down her neck.
This is one part I know how to do. The neck. I’m so turned on by necks. And when she lifted up her head, lifting her chin just as my hands slide up her neck on both sides towards her jawline …. I was completely hard. Straining in my jeans.
My hands are big enough to cover her entire skull. My fingers splaying out between her jaw and behind her ear. Gently combing through her hair only a couple inches.
If She wants a massage she’s gonna get one. She’s liking it. Head tilted up, her eyes are closed.
Is she pushing her ass out?
She’s breathing so deep. I should get paid for this. Her palms on the counter. Her head pointed up, her neck stretched and exposed. Ass seemingly getting closer.
Fuck it.
I turn my hips back so that I’m facing her ass. There’s still about a foot between her pajama covered plump ass and the cock that’s trying to burst through the uncomfortable zipper of my jeans.
If her ass eventually grazes my cock, it’ll be her fault.
I’m massaging her still, watching her breathe deeply. She almost sounds like she could orgasm like this. 😂
She’s not seducing me. Is she?
My eyes fix on her ass. I see that one knee is bent beneath it. I can see the crease of ass beneath those loose pants. when my fingers, in the back and forth rhythm of a good massage, repeatedly reach her hair. My fingers are on both sides of her skull. The tips getting deeper and deeper into her hair. I could give her the best cranium massage. And I want her to know that.
I decide right there:
If she wants release. I’ll give her everything she wants. She just has to take it.
With the slow throb of my hands on her shoulder and neck. Her body is not tense at all. She’s relaxed.
Then it happens. Her ass gently grazes the very tip of my denim bulge. She slightly pulls back. Maybe she didn’t notice.
This time when my hands move up her neck I let them go a little further into her hair. Gently dragging my nails back.
She moans and slowly pushes her ass back.
My cock is so fucking hard. It nearly impales her ass cheeks. She holds it there. Still in the throes of a good massage.
It bends my stiff cock. It’s uncomfortable. It wants out. I want to thrust into her.
But she needs to make the move.
Meanwhile I’m giving her the most sensual shoulder and neck massage I’ve ever given.
She starts to move her ass. Lightly squirming. She leans forward a bit. Her shoulders moving away. She’s on her tiptoes as she bends her knees. The inward curve of her back. The beautiful crescent of her ass. My wife’s childhood best friend turns her body into a question.
Still pressed against my ass. She pushes back hard. If we weren’t wearing clothes I would have slid right into her.
She’s definitely moaning now as she’s grinding her ass against my rock hard bulge.
Who am I kidding? I thrust back a bit. I naturally felt the urge to give her something strong enough to bounce off of.
This is a thing now.
She’s basically getting off … ON me.
Oh fuck. We really need to stop.
But my hands choose another option. They slowly and firmly collect her hair into one ponytail. Gently pull. Barely pull. Wanting her to tell me if it’s okay. She answers by pushing her ass even harder into me.
I pull even more firmly with one hand. My other hand slides across her shoulder. They slide around her neck. My fingers under her chin. Not choking her. My hand is just tasting her.
She lets out a deep exhale with an “ ah” sound.
I feel her hand on my thigh. Behind her back her fingers are looking for my cock. I don’t make it easy on her. As I start to pull her by the hair into my thrusting bulge.
She uses both hands in the search now. She’s basically standing up straight. Her fingers converge on my cock. Still with her back turned.
I pull my hips back. Breaking contact with her ass. Her fingers remain. But she freezes.
She begins to turn her body. I let my fingers go loose. Letting go of her hair and neck.
She turns with a look that I will be jacking off to forever.
Very serious look. Like she was in a car accident. Almost scared. But she’s biting her lip.
She’s now facing me. She leans against the counter. Her pajama shirt has wet spots. She’s lactating. She’s also heaving with deep breaths. I look deeply into her eyes.
She looks down at my bulge.
She leans forward. Slowly touches the underside of the Mount Everest growing against my fly.
She looks up at me as her hands slowly slide across every inch of my protrusion.
She steps into me. Looking into my eyes. Her other hand touching my face now.
She freezes. Inches from my mouth. Her eyes change.
Her baby is crying. She smiles. Looks at my lips. Squeezes my bulge and goes and gets her baby.
She doesn’t look at me again while she starts to breast feed. I leave.
This was yesterday. |
