I went over to Julie's place the other day to help her put together a desk. Julie was my wife's best friend and over the years I had known her I had developed a crush on her and it was pretty obvious that it was reciprocated, too. I knew Julie's boyfriend Mike really well and we all four occasionally hung out. Mike was out of town and my wife had to work so I went over to Julie's place alone, a thought that didn't escape me on my over to her place.
When I arrived at her Brooklyn apartment she buzzed me in and hugged me warmly. She had a great little white and black polka-dotted skirt on (Julie favored black items of clothing) and I loved seeing her legs and stylish knee-high boots. She also had on a red button up shirt.
Julie had a very European look to my eye (in fact I think that one of set of her grandparents were from France). She was very fashionable—unlike me—but of a very classy kind: I had never seen Julie's midriff or a thong of hers due to low-riding jeans. The only thing that you would see were her awesome legs because she favored skirts and sometimes I would catch a glimpse of her bra through a button-up shirt. Her smile could melt a glacier.
She offered me a little espresso which I accepted. She took off her boots and I my sandals and we set down and made small talk. And after catching up on various things we started on the project at hand.
The items were spread out over the floor and we positioned ourselves there and started arranging the items into piles. It was a fairly large, L-shaped desk, so the hardware was in abundance. But Julie's skirt and legs became more and more of a distraction for me: for one I wanted to kiss every inch of her calves and thighs, and secondly her skirt was short enough that I caught a couple glimpses of her panties.
She noticed me looking and I glanced away offering many apologies.
"Don't worry," she smiled. "I don't mind."
"Well, it is difficult not to look, I mean, you're so fabulous looking." I offered.
She blushed. "You're just being nice."
"No, not just nice, you're very stunning. You know that." Actually she didn't, but that was another attractive quality of Julie's. "You're quite beautiful."
"Oh, stop," she said. And after we worked a little while in silence she offered, "It is kind of obvious that we like each other a little, isn't it?"
"Agreed," I said, smiling.
"But, you know, we could never do anything about it. I mean, it's just the way it is."
"Also agreed, though I'd love to," I said.
"Hmmm," she said, then quiet for a moment. "My own speculation," she said, "is that not only would we wreck our current relationships but we'd also never be able to trust each other. Right now we actually have a great situation: we can share a crush and it'll always be ideal."
"That's true. We could remain in our current state for a much longer time. I'm just saying that the desire for physicality is part of that crush."
"Oh, absolutely: I find you very handsome."
"And you know that I think that you're beautiful." I was feeling elated.
"So why don't we promise, no sex?"
I said, "Sure, that's the right thing. No sex: just sexual tension."
We both laughed a little and then tried to get back to work. The topic of sex did come up again, needless to say. Julie was interested in how often men supposedly think about sex. I confirmed that the usually purported numbers were in fact correct, if a little on the low side.
"So you really do want to have sex with all of the pretty girls you see?" she interrogated.
"Well," I began hesitatingly, "kind of...yes. I mean it's a biological urge. It doesn't mean that I believe that it would be a good idea to act upon those urges."
"Sure, sure," Julie said, "I don't think of you in any worse a light because of it." Then her logician's mind went to work, "I'm just curious, though, say with me, with us, would it be the sex or the orgasm?"
"I'm not sure I follow."
"Well, all the tension you feel: would us having sex be the only thing to rid you of it, or would you masturbating do it?"
I was starting to see where this was going and I was becoming quite erect. "I think it's the orgasm...obviously the sex would be wonderful, but the release of an orgasm is what it's about." I was thinking out loud, fumblingly and not very articulately.
"Well, maybe to get rid of some of your tension you should masturbate," Julie suggested, "you know, as a kind of experiment."
I grew very hard and my heart rate doubled.
"I can't watch you, of course, but you could go into the bathroom and do your thing and get a big release and then we could do our project here with better concentration."
I was definitely game. "OK, I'm interested in that."
"Great!" She said. She stood and took my hand and led me to the bathroom. "Do you like to sit or stand?" she asked, opening the medicine cabinet.
"I can do either," I said.
She pulled out a tube of KY. "Don't ask," she said, glancing at the jelly. "You can sit on the toilet or stand here, or wherever you want."
"If you were in here, watching me, which would you prefer?" I asked.
"Oh, you're naughty! I think that standing would be exciting...but please do whatever is more comfortable for you."
"Standing it is."
"OK," she giggled, "have fun. See you in a minute." She went out and shut the door behind her.
I thought about sitting down but figured that standing would be just as easy, not to mention that that was Julie's preference. I unzipped my shorts and slid them along with my boxers to the floor. I was already massively erect and took myself into my right hand. I squirted out the thick jelly with my left and started stroking myself, thinking of Julie's legs and that skirt of hers and those flashes of her panties I had briefly seen. I was getting along pretty well when I heard a knock on the door and Julie's voice.
"How's it going in there?"
"Pretty good," I managed.
"Y'know, I'm sorry but I have to ask you to do something for me. Can you stop for a minute and come out here. I'm really sorry."
"Sure," I said. I wasn't at a point where I really felt like stopping, but what else could I do? I washed the dick lube off of my hands and third leg and suited up. I opened the door and Julie was standing right there.
"What's up?" I inquired.
"I need to get something down from one of my cabinets but I don't have a step ladder. Could you just come in here a second and hold a stool for me?"
"Sure."
I followed her radiant figure into the kitchen and she motioned towards the stool. I took a hold of it while she climbed up. I then found myself staring up her legs and up under her skirt. Those white panties again, but this time I could see her ass cheeks curving out from under them. My hardness seemed to increase to an impossible level and it took all the strength I had not to reach up and start fondling her between her legs.
"Damn, I can't find it," she said. "Sorry." She hopped down. For a moment I caught a glimpse between the buttons on her shirt: a nice lacey bra and well formed breast.
"You're not trying to peek again, are you?" Julie asked with a smile.
"Sorry."
"No, it's OK. I did interrupt you." She paused and glanced around. "Alright, what I'm looking for must be someplace else. You can return to your work if you'd like."
