I felt quite vulnerable and was terrified at the prospect of her finding out how much I loved to play with myself that way.I felt quite vulnerable and was terrified at the prospect of her finding out how much I loved to play with myself that way. I was glad Mary had tossed the magazine on my lap, since I wanted to make sure she couldn't see the hard-on that was beginning to rise in my pants. On the cover of the magazine was a very sexy, shapely blonde woman wearing only a G-string. Her palms covered the fronts of her bare breasts, but only enough to hide her nipples and not much more. The crotch of the G-string was a small, frilly, black triangle that barely covered her pussy. This photo turned me on quite a bit, and I made a mental note to get a copy of this issue to take back home with me that night. Speaking slowly, softly, and deliberately, Mary said, "She turns you on, doesn't she?" She startled me and I jumped in my seat. Reflexively I said no, but Mary just looked at me like she knew I was lying. Her gaze was strong and unwavering and I broke down and stammered, "Well, yeah, I like her." "So lets have a sexual fantasy with her, Al." I was flabbergasted and I looked up at her with pleading confusion in my eyes. "Come on, Al," she shrugged with mock non-chalance, "it'll be fun." I was terrified. "Well...I, uh...I don't know...maybe I shouldn't ..." She ignored my protests. "I love sexual fantasy," she said cheerfully and with more wholesome-sounding naivete than I could believe. "Come on, Al, let's have one now. Rachael won't be done for at least 15 minutes." "I don't know...how can you be sure that she ..." "I know, Al," she interrupted. "Rachael won't be free until at least 6:30." I noticed it was then 6:15. Mary's certainty about this reinforced my suspicion that Rachael and she were in this together. No doubt they arranged for me to be alone with Mary until 6:30. Despite these thoughts, I still found myself wanting to be seduced. This scared me, as a part of me feared what I was letting myself in for. The conflict was beginning to drive me crazy. |