An Encounter To Remember

 

 

As the girl sits talking with Him, she smiles to herself. Their conversation running through many different subjects until suddenly He asks the question "What are you wearing under that night shirt?" Sitting on her front porch of a very busy street, she feels her body get just a bit tense and her heart skip a beat as she says "Nothing." Closing her eyes she feels her skin grow tingly as He says "Well why don't you reach down there and pet that pussy for Me?"

That was all it took...the girl lifted her night shirt right there in full view of anyone who might have been looking out their front windows, or who might have driven by...and began petting her pussy up and down...slow strokes designed to torment Them both. Slowly she dips one finger in and brushes it over her throbbing clit...whimpering quietly into the phone the girl shudders on the porch swing. Stroking and petting...she writhes for Him...the world narrowing down to the sound of His deep masculine voice in her ear...telling her what to do and how she is a "good girl".

Being the seasoned and experienced Man that He is He can tell that her whimpering and soft lil moans have reached a fevered pitch...and after a moment she hears Him tell her to cum for Him. Groaning...she arches back on the swing...her head falling over the back and her hips jutting forward in a reflexive move as she shudders hard...instantly soaking her rubbing hand with her sweet juices.

her breathing ragged and her heart racing she shivers...shaky little sighs slipping from her as He rumbles His approval in her ear. A warm glow spreads through the girl's still quivering form as she hears the note of pride in His voice. Talking her down the special Gentleman on the other end of the line talks about this, that and whatever...catching her off guard. However, the girl is so wrapped up in Him that He could tell her to walk across hot coals and she would be willing to do so.

Suddenly....He asks how wet she is. And without a moments hesitation He urges her to repeat her earlier performance. His constant praises of "good girl" and "My good girl" resonate through her shuddering form as she writhes and moans...her sounds escalating a bit more than before, almost uncaring as to who might hear or see her pleasuring herself because HE said so. The knowledge giving her a courage she never would have had before and making her brazen and bold in her movements.

Crying out softly in pure ecstasy she explodes over the edge of release one final time. He is quietly pleased with her exhibitionism and makes her feel truly cherished and protected with His words and tone of pride and approval. As she continues to make happy little sounds of sated pleasure, The two say goodnight, Him sending her off to bed with a sweet smile on her face. Drifting off to dreamland with thoughts and possibilities of the future with this most wonderful of Men as her Guide and Strength.