, she reasoned as it strained against the fabric. Gently resting her hand on his shaft, she monitored his breathing carefully. Thankfully there was no change. She would just rest her hand on it lightly, just hold it briefly. It had been so long since she had held a man's cock. She could feel his heat, his pulse. More memories flooded her mind. She began to feel warm. Knowing this was wrong, she lingered longer than she had intended. She wanted more, she needed more.
She had noticed the way he had been staring at her all week. She saw how his eyes would shift to her boobs when he didn't think she was looking. She had even caught him checking her out on multiple occasions. She could feel his gaze on her ass when he walked behind her. She could swear her panties in the laundry had been moved. She wondered if he was dreaming of her. Feeling confident that he was sleeping soundly, she smiled to herself and decided to give him something to dream about. Slowly and carefully, she slid her pinky finger through his fly. She listened carefully. making sure his breathing hadn't changed. She could now feel the soft, smooth flesh of his cock. She released a long low breath.
Oh, so soft
, she remembers as she runs her finger along the soft flesh of his cock. So soft, and so big! She can feel a vein as she pets his supple flesh with her finger. His breathing picked up, but he was still sleeping.
Feeling bolder and consumed by lust she tenderly, carefully, unfastened the ivory buttons of his boxers. The flap slips open with ease. She slipped her entire hand through the flap. She just wanted to feel it.
It's ok to feel it as long as he doesn't know, he'll never know
, she reasoned to herself. Her heart was pounding and she was practically shaking with adrenaline. She felt the rush of excitement consuming her. She monitored his breathing again, but there was no change. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and marveled at its size! She couldn't even get her hand completely around it! She lightly traced its outline, her small hand stopping at the head trying to gauge its girth. He let out a sigh, and she froze and contemplated running. His cock pulsed wildly against her grip. She listened closely. She could hear her own heart pounding but his breathing had not changed. He was still asleep. She felt weak in the knees.
Lust filled and emboldened, she could no longer stop herself. Bit by bit, gently, she pries the monster from its silky confines. It dwarfs her hand and pulsed in the open air. She admired it in all it's beauty. It was perfect! She fingered the light blue veins running along its underside. Its large helmet-shaped head salutes her.
Such a sound sleeper,
she thought as she leaned in to take a closer view. She could smell his musky scent. Inhaling deeply, more memories flood her mind. It's been such a long time. She needs this; she has needed this for a while.
Holding him and lightly stroking his yielding flesh, she felt warm all over. Her nipples strained against the light fabric of her nightgown. She fondled his testicles and they rolled around beneath her touch. She was overwhelmed by the feelings she has not felt in such a very long time. Her second hand joined the first. She paused to listen but his breathing had not changed. She no longer cared if it did. His length was so massive! She stroked him more aggressively and he moaned in his sleep. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She could hear her own excited breathing as she increased her grip, knowing she could wake him any second. Her heart was racing wildly. His head was too big for her grip. She opened her hand and ran her fingers over the tip, sticky pre-cum clings to a fingertip. She pulled her finger away and the sticky fluids string from the tip to her finger. She stuck her finger in her mouth because she had to taste him.
It had to have been the largest cock she had ever seen. Thick and long, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside her. Lust had completely taken over. She needed more, had to have more. Slowly and with excited breaths, she moved closer. It was pulsing wildly just inches from her face. His scent was overpowering. She blew warm breath against it. It pulsed, as if answering a silent call. She watched his face, so peaceful. She turned her head and gave him a long slow lick. He moaned another low moan. She smirked at the dream he must be having. She embraced the familiar taste before blowing another warm breath on his moistened manhood.
One more lick and I'll stop
, she reasoned with herself. She felt dizzy. Realizing she had crossed the line, she licked his enormous manhood. She pulled her night gown over her head, tweaking her nipple and rubbing her clit through her moistened panties. She hissed at the much needed pleasure. Her grip returned to the base of his cock and she slowly stroked him. He shifted his body but still slept soundly.
She leaned in to blow another hot breath but she couldn't help herself.
