"Hey, you wanna take some time tonight?"
"Sure!" I say.
"I just need to finish this assignment. Go take a shower and I will join you upstairs in 15 minutes."
I come out of the shower and I see you standing there in your corset, looking as sexy as ever, with your breasts accentuated and the curves of your butt drawing all my attention.
"Today it's my turn to take my pleasure by pleasuring you," you say.
"I'm game," I answer.
And with that, you push me down on the bed and proceed to take off my towel. "Oh, I love when you come back from camp. You're bronze, trim, and more firm and bigger."
You trail your fingers over my manhood, ever so lightly, teasing me from the head down the shaft, front and back and along the side. You drape your fingers over the head and do this motion that can only be described as the undulating movements of a jellyfish. But whatever it is, it's amazing. You cup your hands around my sack, caressing it and the two spheres in it like they were a precious heirloom and then slowly return to teasing the head.
You stop and turn your head so that your eyes meet mine. "Please," I whimper. "Please what," you say. "Please don't stop," I say, with an urgent depth to my voice. You place your hand back on me but slide the rest of your body up so that our eyes are looking intensely into one another and you focus your attention on deep passionate kisses. Slowly we use our tongues and get lost in the breathy kisses or two people madly in the throes of lust.
We keep kissing, but your hand returns to its delicate, tantalizing stroking of my manhood. You break our kiss and give me a sweet smile.
You say, "tell me what you want."
I answer, in between deep breaths and moans of pleasure, "you know what I want."
"I want to hear it, I want you to say it," you reply.
"I want a blow job from you."