I can't believe myself. I let another man see my naked body. And I loved every second of it. Even when he ended up cumming all over me (most importantly in my mouth) I was in pure euphoric bliss. Even after we both had orgasms and he watched me towel away the long ropes of cum he plastered me with, I still felt so royal. I felt like a queen and he was my big heroic king.
This definitely complicates thing, as I have someone who treats me like a princess at home already... But he lacks the things a King offers at times. It hurts to say it, I love Tasos, but he cannot do the things my body needs to really feel like a woman. Like a proper Queen. I know I should be shutting down this thing I have going with Wayne, but I'm obsessed. And it's still fair right? I've never even touched Wayne, and I won't. As long as I'm not physically cheating, Tasos and anybody else don't need to know a thing!
It's 24 hours after my last encounter with Wayne and I don't think my pussy has been dry since. I've masturbated countless times and rode Tasos' (mediocre) dick until he came, which wasn't long but still felt nice. He left shortly after and I've been laying here, soaked, ever since.
I get up and check my phone, a DM from Wayne:
"Can't get my mind off that... well, everything ;)"
I smile and blush. I open my camera and take a video in my full length mirror in just my booty shorts and sports bra. I turn take jiggle my butt and turn back around and say, "You mean THIS 'everything'? Cause I can't stop thinking about allll THAT everything". I punctuate "that" by pointing at the mirror, praying that he sends a video back.
I twirl my hair and bite my lip after seeing you've opened the video. A reply pops up from Wayne:
"I guess you're expecting a sexy reply, huh? naughty naughty..."
Ha. What a dick and a tease! I respond, "Well it's the least you could do for a friend who let's you get away with... well, a LOT!"
Wayne quickly types a response:
"I'm a lucky man, but to be honest I'm trying not to get too excited while you aren't around cause... well I want to paint that whole body."
Oh. My... Is he seriously implying that he could produce bigger load than last time? This man is no man, he's an absolute animal.
I type back, "Wow, if there's anymore than last time I might drown!... Speaking of... when can there be a next time... cause I'm very alone and bored..."
My god, am I really going for 2 nights in a row of being covered in another mans load?? I'm seriously becoming a bit of a slut. My phone rings, it's Wayne.
"hey... was it something I said?", I say in a flirty tone with a giggle.
"Yeah, uhh I'm in public right now but I think it was something about you wanting to go for a swim tonight."
I can't believe he just called me right away. "Oh you're in public... So I better not tell you that I'm naked, soaking wet, and thinking about the flavour of that hot creamy stuff you shot allll over me yesterday... Is that right, Big W?"
I hear a low grunt, and Wayne says quietly, "Damn, bitch you about to make this whole sidewalk get a glimpse of me. I'm out for a run and these shorts can't contain what you're doing to them."
"Oh no," I say facetiously, "You better run straight to my bedroom, nobody's around here to see it!"
"Bitch," Wayne grunts in frustration, "you about to catch ALL this and I ain't just talking about the warm finish either."
God it's fucking hot how much I know he wants to bury all of that big thing inside of me... No harm in teasing though, right?
"Oh, is that a threat?? Or are you going to make me sit here shaking my ass with no one around to admire it?"
I quickly take a video to send proof that I'm just all alone, laying in bed.
"Check your phone, big boy."
I wait eagerly, biting my lip. I hear a slight panting on the other end of the phone. I think he's running.
"You better not be playin'." He pants through heavy breaths.
"And what do you mean by that? Oh-" Before I finish my question I receive a video from Wayne.
First thing I see is Wayne, running shirtless, glistening with sweat. His heavy package flailing about under the thin fabric of his shorts. He turns the camera around to show my street... And I notice he's a block away in the video. He must almost be here.
I'm fully in it. I don't care where Tasos is, at this point I wouldn't even remember if he was home. I bounce through the living room and unlock the door. I bounce back to bed and wait with the bedroom door agape for you to find me.
"I guess you'll find out if I'm 'playin' soon enough..." I hang up and wait.
I begin to cup my soaked vagina. I lightly fiddle and it's enough to send me over the edge in anticipation. I close my eyes, one hand running through my hair as I bite my lip and remember the warmth of Wayne's presence.
His manly grunt. Hot breath. Excessive ejaculate that's covered me twice now. This all runs through my mind, as I forget about the present.
I hear a throat clear. I jump and open my eyes. Wayne stands in my bedroom doorway, glistening, panting, and practically ripping through the only garment he's wearing.
"Oh! Jeeze, I wish I could say I wasn't expecting you..." *We both stare longingly as sexual silence fills the air, "You know, those shorts aren't very appropriate for you to prance around town in. You might make someone jealous."
