I'd read some erotic literature in the past, and I'd seen the (overused IMHO) term "throbbing hard-on" before, but this was the first time I'd experienced the "throbbing" part - and ooohhh, did it feel good! The blood was pounding so hard down there, keeping time with the quick beatings of my heart, and I thought, "surely she can feel that!" As much as it went against my better judgement, I pulled away from her leg in embarrassment.I'd read some erotic literature in the past, and I'd seen the (overused IMHO) term "throbbing hard-on" before, but this was the first time I'd experienced the "throbbing" part - and ooohhh, did it feel good! The blood was pounding so hard down there, keeping time with the quick beatings of my heart, and I thought, "surely she can feel that!" As much as it went against my better judgement, I pulled away from her leg in embarrassment. "Oh, it's OK", she smiled as she pulled me back onto her. She must have read my mind! "How does that feel? Does that feel gooood?" God, what a voice! And what a ridiculously obvious question! Our lips locked in another, mouth-watering kiss, and I pressed hard against her thigh. I thought any second I would explode, covering the inside of my shorts with hot stickiness. Her hand, which was still massaging my chest, dropped down lower, past my belt - and oh my god! Sharon was incredible. The touch of her strong fingers stroking me through my pants, while her smooth silk-stockinged thigh was pressing from the other side, was more than I could stand. I cast all embarrassment aside, and furiously ground my hips into her waiting hand, while kissing and tongueing her for all I was worth. |