The Erotic Thrill of Masturbating With My Old Friend
It was late when I pulled up to my old friend’s house. We had not seen each other in over a year, and I was slightly apprehensive. We had kept in touch over the internet, but I hadn’t seen her in person since the end of the summer. She opened the door with a broad smile and embraced me warmly, and we exchanged pleasantries. I was pleased to see she was doing well.
When she invited me in, I couldn’t help but notice the sexy lingerie she was wearing. I knew she had a penchant for erotic clothing, but I hadn’t expected to see her so scantily clad. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and she knew it. We exchanged a few knowing glances, and I could feel the tension between us.
We spent the evening catching up, drinking wine and listening to music. We spoke about our lives and dreams, and laughed about old memories. As the hours passed, our intimacy deepened and soon we were in each other’s arms. I kissed her hungrily, and she responded with equal passion. She was as warm and beautiful as I remembered.
We undressed each other slowly, exploring each other’s bodies with growing anticipation. She kissed and caressed me until I was trembling with pleasure. When she began to kiss my neck and nipples, I reached out and pulled her close. I wanted her more than anything else. She smiled, and I knew she felt the same.
After a few moments of exploring, we moved to the bed. I lay down and she straddled me and began to tease my nipples with her tongue. I gasped in pleasure and my body shuddered with delight. She lifted her head and grinned, then proceeded to run her hands down my body until she reached my groin. She breathed in deeply, smiling in delight.
We explored each other for a long time, exploring and pleasuring each other in ways we had never dreamt of before. Our intimacy moved from tender caresses to wild and insatiable passion. I pulled her close and kissed her hungrily, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we moved together in an ever-increasing rhythm.
Finally, I could take no more and I begged her to let me masturbate. She looked at me perplexed, but finally nodded her permission. I reached out, grabbed my vibrator and moved it up and down my body, teasing my clit until I climaxed, screaming in pleasure.
The next morning, we both awoke exhausted but content. We embraced each other, knowing that our friendship had just taken on a new, exciting dimension. We had re-discovered our sexual connection and opened up a realm of possibilities that we had never dared to explore before. We both knew this was only the beginning.
