Barely Xavier focus on my huge boobs 

“If I’m actually seriously considering doing this, I’d much rather have something real to look at while I do,” I told her, hinting at, and not at all expecting her to comply with my wishes. Which in a way, I was figuring would bring a rapid end to the direction we’d been heading in.

“So in other words…you want to see me naked while you jerk off.”

“Only fair,” I responded back, once again not expecting her to do it.

“Ok, but…no touching, just looking,” she informed me.

I couldn’t believe I’d just heard what I had. But in the next minute, I was actually following her into her bedroom where she proceeded to undress, first slipping out of her jeans, and then her wife-beater tee shirt as I slowly began undressing myself, still half expecting her to yell out “April fools” or some such thing, and make me feel like a total and complete idiot for believing her. That didn’t happen however. Minutes later, I was looking at her totally naked now as she lay down on her bed, patting a place for me to sit closely next to her.

“So I can watch you,” she informed me quite seriously. “I want to see how you do it, how a guy pleasures himself, and then watch you cum.” She told me.

“Are you…”

“I don’t know. We’ll see. See if I get horny watching you…so maybe,” was all she said though it was obvious she hadn’t as yet made up her mind yet about pleasuring herself.

As I said previously, she didn’t have very large breasts. But she did have two very hard, very firm thick nipples, which were sitting quite sensually on two well-rounded little mounds that immediately got my cock standing on end. Now I am not a large guy, not by any means, but I’m not small either.

 Average sized perhaps, though a bit thicker around than some. But I swear, I was about as hard as I had ever been as I sat there looking at her. And though she wasn’t shaved, she was neatly trimmed, her cute little pubic patch in a perfect “V” shape just above her very pink (and yes) very wet glistening pussy lips, which I began drooling over as I sat beside her, looking at her.

“Well? Are you going to stroke it? Or just sit there and stare at me?” she asked.

“Both,” I responded as I finally began playing with myself, my hand slowly stroking my cock up and down, eventually squeezing the tip and forcing out a nice fat droplet of lubrication which I began smearing around the head of my prick.

“Ooh, nice. Do that again!” she asked me. I did so, quickly producing yet again another nice fat little droplet of precum fuck juice. Only this time, she surprised me when she quickly gathered it up with her fingers, though barely even grazing me as she did so. I watched in abject fascination as she held it between her two fingers, smearing it around, feeling it, and then once again surprising me as she lifted it up to her nose smelling it. For a moment, I wondered if she might even taste it, though she didn’t.

“Not much different than myself,” she told me.

It was too perfect a moment to pass up, so I didn’t. “Show me,” I asked simply hoping she would. Xavier hesitated, thinking about it, but then reached down between her legs. She was indeed wet, and her essence glistened wetly on her fingers as she held them up to me. Only I didn’t hesitate at all, yes…smelling her first, drinking in her intoxicating aroma, but then as I held her hand, I mouthed her fingers sucking them off. She pulled back, but not so much that she forced her hand away as I held it, still sucking them before relenting, giving her fingers back. She looked at me with curious interest.

“Damn…sweet juice!” I told her, seeing her reaction.

“Really? Do you think so? Half the time I wonder if Susan thinks that,” she told me openly. “We hardly even do anything anymore,” she then added. I had known through our conversations that her relationship with Susan wasn’t as good as it had once been. Which is why perhaps Xavier had even allowed things to go this far between us.

 I myself wasn’t doing very well in my own marriage, another very frequent topic of conversation, so in essence that was just one more thing we had in common, when Xavier and I should have had much of anything in common which had brought us to this point in the first place.

“Oh yeah, I do,” I told her. “You have a very sweet tasting pussy, though admittedly, I’d prefer more of a direct contact to confirm that.” I’d said.

That she laughed at, “Yeah…you wish,” she’d teased, letting me know in no uncertain terms, that was in fact out of the question. “You do know that’s not going to happen,” she then continued. “But…I will say this, you have gotten me horny talking and thinking about it. So…for you, as long as you continue yourself, you can watch me get myself off while I watch you, how’s that?”

Under the circumstances, it was more than I would have expected. Hell, I hadn’t anticipated any of this happening when I’d come over in the first place. And now…here I was in Xavier’s bedroom, the two of us totally naked, watching one another masturbate!

Just sitting there watching her masturbate as she lay beside me soon had me hovering on the edge, and I told her so. “Fuck Xavier, I’m going to shoot soon,” I told her feeling that all too familiar tingly feeling begin to tighten my balls. She sat up at that, scooting even closer towards me, looking down at my rock hard fat prick as I stroked it.

“Tell me when,” she said hotly, the lusty tone of voice, one I hadn’t really heard her use before suddenly coming out.

“Don’t worry…I think you’ll know,” I responded, already starting to grit my teeth.