Tim And Kris Ch 01

We are getting older now. We met almost twenty years ago. Kris is blond, beautiful, about 5-7, 125 pounds.

She was always in fantastic shape and looked it. I was always athletic, still am, my weight bounced around.

I recently went through a very tough divorce. I'm 5-11, 210, walk every day to keep healthy. I have not been sexually active at all, preferring to get the divorce settled and behind me. Kris, always there as a friend all those years continued to chat with me online whenever I wanted. She's always been a trooper.

I've always had this fantasy. I want to mutually masturbate with someone. Now that I have my divorce behind me I've gone through a sexual awakening.

Still not dating, but always thinking of sex, I decided to talk to Kris about it. We have never had sex. I've always wanted to but felt Kris wouldn't be receptive to it.

We went to lunch last week. We had a great time, chatting about old times, catching up with current family matters. Both of us now have little grandchildren.

We shared pictures, the time flew by.

I just brought it up and blurted it out: "Kris, I've always wanted to masturbate in front of you, and with you, if that's ok".

Kris stopped breathing it seemed, smiled, said "I thought you'd never ask. That's new to me. Have you ever done that?"

"No, first time for me". I could barely breathe. We made plans to meet at my house on Saturday, two days away.

Thursday and Friday, I could hardly contain myself. I kept away from beating off to orgasm but couldn't get the thought of looking at this beautiful, naked, masturbating woman in front of me out of my mind.

I was hard all the time. I work from home. I live alone. I'd walk around the house only in a t-shirt. All of my t-shirts are long draping down to almost my knees.

I'd sit in my office in front of the computer, touching my erect cock, feeling it tingle, or sit in my lazy boy in the family room. Cock straight up watching TV but holding my hard dick, slowly moving my hand up and down my shaft while I thought about Krissy.

We exchanged emails Saturday morning. Both of us wondered if the other would chicken out, I think.

I knew I wouldn't. I've always wanted to do this. It's a bucket list item. She said she'd be there at 2pm.

I asked her to wear no underwear, told he I'd only have on my t-shirt.

All these years we have been friends and I have no idea what her breasts look like, how her pussy is shaped.

Does she have a lot of hair? The color? Is she shaved?

I'd soon find out.

And, had she ever wondered what my cock looked like when it is rock hard? Or, settled down? Has she fantasized about me? Wondered how it felt it she touched it? How it might feel in her mouth?

I just always wondered that. Would she like it? I guess I'll know soon.

Saturday, 2pm Krissy is at the front door. She is beautiful, her should length hair perfectly combed. She is wearing all black in a skirt and halter top, a shawl thrown over her shoulders. I stand in front of her in the entry hall only in my blue t-shirt. I back away, she enters, closes the door. We look at each other, our eyes looking deep into the others.

We take a couple steps into the hall, down into the kitchen. It's nice and light, my windows open. Standing 3 feet from her I pull up my shirt exposing my very hard, almost throbbing cock to her. It is average length, slightly larger circumference than average (I've been told). Nice set of balls (again, I've been told). She stands there and looks at it, not moving, unable to take her eyes off of it. We don't move. I want her to stare at it for as long as she wants. It is my fantasy I am living.

Finally, after another minute she looks at me. "I love it", she mutters. "It is beautiful".

I take her soft hand in mine, lead her down the long hallway to my master suite. In the far corner is a reading alcove with a lamp, a table and two arm chairs.

I have both windows shades and the sliding door cover drawn. There is plenty of light. The chairs are set out from the corner, about 4 feet apart.

I sit in one, pull up my shirt, exposing that erection again, in all its curved glory. Now it is Kris's turn.

She looks at me, then at my hard dick, takes off the shawl. Now I know why she wore it. Her nipples were showing through. And, I could see the formation of her breasts. It almost made me cum just watching them. She pulled the top over her head. Her naked breasts moved and shook. They look perfect. I'd say a solid C. the nipples were shooting straight out at me. She had a smile on her face. She knew she was killing me. She looked down again at that cock of mine. "I see it is still paying attention".

I could only nod. Standing in front of me she pulled up her skirt. There it was!!. Her pussy, looking back at me. She had it mostly shaved, a small triangle above her slit with pouting lips right there in front of me.

She took off her skirt sat, parted her legs, up and over the armchair, her ass pushed out to the end of the chair. What a glorious site. Here love canal was wet. I could see the moisture.

The wetness almost dripped out of her. She was incredibly turned on. Her clit was out at the top, in view. Her lips were beautiful. What a beautiful view of a perfectly shaped pussy, the brownish little triangle above that beautifully shaped, moist love opening.

I pushed my ass out to the end of the chair, opened my legs wide, stared at her beautiful pussy and pumped my hard, thick, throbbing cock while she slid her hand over her clit, touching it, watching me slam my cock and let out a small groan. She slid a finger in her pussy, pumped it in and out, brought it up to her lips, slid it in her mouth.

I couldn't take much more. We continued, staring at each other's so very private parts, concentrating on the visual.

I was first. I arched up, cum erupted out of me. I slid my hand down to the base, held it with two fingers so I could give Kris the best view.

She had her mouth set, a slight smile on her face as she watched my cum bubble up, over the cock head and down my shaft, much of it dripping to the floor, some of it sticking to my cock and balls.

She couldn't hold it. She arched, up her eyes on my cock, then closed her eyes as she rubbed her clit, let loose with a sigh, and came.

I could see all that moisture in her opening. It was a dream come true.

We finally dressed, walked hand in hand to the door, said our goodbyes. I told her I'd talk to her tomorrow.

She smiled, sighed, walked out to her car. It was a day I'll never forget.