Sara and I followed through on our fantastic plan a few weeks ago, and she watched me masturbate. Not only that, but we got together a few days later and she let me watch her. Before we get into all the wet details, my friends, let me tell you one thing: it was fucking hot.
She came over to my apartment on a Friday night and we had a few beers together, laughing a lot, both knowing what the other was thinking about. Finally, she lowered her voice, gave me a killer smirk and asked if I was ready. Sara was wearing the gray dress I had requested, and as she leaned toward me with a beer in her hand, I got a fantastic view of her firm cleavage. I was ready.
"Stand in front of me," she said firmly, cracking a slight smile. Sara was sitting in the chair facing my bed, and as I stood in front of her I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans slightly. She looked down at my crotch and asked if something was turning me on. "Perhaps it's my cleavage?" She said, pursing her lips and looking down at the V of her dress. She undid the top button with a soft pop and spread the opening of her dress for me. The view I got of her firm breasts cupped in that black push-up bra made me completely hard.
"God Sara, you're gorgeous," I said. "You're making me so hard." She gave a soft thoughtful hum and told me I had better take off my shirt and jeans. I obeyed, and was thus left standing in front of her wearing only a pair of red briefs (you know the ones) with my cock straining against the stretchy fabric.
Sara sat back in the chair and crossed her legs. "Lay down on the bed," she said. "And start rubbing yourself through your underwear." I did as she told, and closed my eyes while I softly stroked the length of my cock through the fabric. When I opened them again, she was smiling at me. "That is so goddamn hot," she giggled. "Keep going."