I have never considered myself as wanking fantasy material. I have always thought that girls thought about actors or pop stars as they wanked. Fantasy became reality as I became the central character in a friend’s role play.
I looped it past her house on the way home from work. She was wandering around in her robe looking a bit lost.
We chatted about vanilla stuff and after a while it was clear that the computer problem was a rather feeble excuse to get me to call around.
Alison gave me her ‘naughty girl’ look. “Do you mind that I asked you to call?”
“Not really, so what’s this all about?”
We migrated to the lounge and we sat side by side on the huge leather sofa.
“Spank me Fred?” She asked.
So that’s what it’s about. I was rather surprised that she had concocted the computer story, normally she just asks me outright for a spanking in a text or email.
She pulled up her robe and went over my lap. I spanked away with my hand for a while.
“That’s fine, thanks Fred.” She curled up on my lap, her face buried in my chest. We just sat there quiet and still.
After a while I realised that she had her hand between her legs. Her breathing changed and she wriggled around on my lap. After a few moments she was gasping for breath and her hand was working vigorously.
“OK there Alison?” I asked once she had stopped.
She gave me another ‘naughty girl’ look. “I am fine now thanks.”
We sat in silence for a few more minutes.
“You are my favourite masturbation fantasy Fred!”
I have never considered myself as wanking fantasy material. I have always thought that girls thought about actors or pop stars as they wanked.
“So what’s the fantasy then?” I asked.
“I’m embarrassed.” She blushed and gave me another ‘naughty girl’ look.”
“So you get me here on a flimsy pretext, sit on my lap and play with yourself, have several orgasms and now you won’t tell me what it’s all about? That’s hardly fair.” I feigned indignation.
“OK, so you call around to see me because my computers faulty. The computer fault is because I have done something wrong and you get cross with me and spank me for not looking after the computer properly.”
There was a long pause …
“That’s it? What happen next?” I asked.
“By the time the fantasy has got to me being over your lap and getting spanked I have had several orgasms so it just sort of ends there. It doesn’t have a proper ending.”
She shifted her position and then got up off my lap. There was a wet patch on my thigh where she had been
wanking sitting. I moved my legs to get the circulation back. I had pins and needles.
“She gave me another ‘naughty girl’ look. “Are you cross Fred?”
It is impossible to be cross with a woman who is wearing just a satin robe and has been sitting on your lap masturbating.
“I’m not cross, just a bit confused. Why not just ask like you usually do?”
“I thought that this might be more fun. Want some fun Fred?”
Fun is probably an euphemism for something.