[As is always true for me, there's a germ of truth in this story. I hope it turns you on to read it as much as it turned me on writing it.]
Both Mandy and I were excited that she had finally arrived to visit me in New York. We had discussed and planned this for months. To be honest, Mandy and I are very different in our planning needs. I'm pretty easy going and spontaneous, and Mandy needs more structure and planning. But we had done it, and she was here.
I had met Mandy at work years ago. I was first attracted by her slim, almost boyish, body. She had a kind of classic face, like a runway model; a shapely, tight butt; and small, but shapely, breasts. She was also smart and funny, in a sarcastic way that I liked a lot. Nothing makes me lose interest in someone faster than a lack of intelligence or personality.
Mandy had been with men in the past, and if pressed, would say she was bisexual. But she had exclusively been with women for the last decade or so. Maybe that's why we felt "safe" around each other, as it was our mutual assumption that she was interested only in women at this point. All that said, I found myself increasingly physically and sexually attracted to her, to the point that many of my sexual fantasies and daydreams came to center on her lithe body.
So I was more than excited when Mandy decided to come visit me in New York City. I had been here about ten months, fulfilling a lifelong dream. I had a great apartment, with an amazing view of Midtown to the north and the Financial District to the west.
Fast forward to the last night of Mandy's visit. About 8:30p, after a nice dinner and drinks, we're back at my apartment, watching the sun set over the city. We had changed into our PJs. Mandy was lying stretched out on my sofa, looking at the cityscape. I was sitting in a chair about eight feet away. Mandy was tired and a little drunk. She was kind of half drifting off as we talked, and her left hand sort of wandered over her body.
Then I noticed that her fingers had brushed between her legs! Surely I was seeing things. But a few moments later, the same thing happened. Mandy's eyes were almost closed.
After a third brush, I said quietly, "Mandy, are you touching yourself?"
She started awake and got a little embarrassed. "Sorry," she said, "I guess I was drifting off and dreaming a little."
"No need to be embarrassed. I liked seeing it," I told her. "Continue."
"You want to see me touch myself?" she asked.
"I think that would be very beautiful," I answered truthfully.
"Oh god, that's embarrassing!" she said. But she closed her eyes and returned her fingers to between her legs, running them lightly over her inner thighs and her beautiful mound, that was becoming more prominent as her fingers pressed the soft cloth against it.
It was an amazing sight. I wanted Mandy so bad, and to see her in this intimate moment filled me with lust and desire. My cock hardened to its full seven inches.
"Baby, can I get my cock out? You're making me so hard with your beautiful touching."
Mandy opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sure."
The idea of showing Mandy, my platonic friend of many years, my hard cock, made it grow even more. I don't think I had ever been so hard.
I raised my ass off the chair and pulled my PJ bottoms down to my knees. My big cock sprang out in all its glory. Mandy's eyes got wide as she watched me take my meaty member in my hand and slowly stroke it.
"Oh my god, Andrew. That's a beautiful cock. Honestly, I haven't seen one in five or ten years. That's so hot."
Keeping her eyes on my manhood, she reached her hand inside her PJ bottoms and really went to work on what I imagined was now a very wet cunt.
