To my lovely jin – 2

“You said you have a list…well, so do I. So this is my suggestion, and trust me Jim, it’s not something we should try and accomplish in one night here. For one thing, I’m not as young as I once was, and don’t have the stamina to stay up with you, even as young as you make me feel. So…I propose this. We’ll take turns…you get to pick something off your list, and then I do. We’ll fit in as many as either one of us has the strength for…” she smiled.

“And go from there. I seriously doubt either one of us will experience everything we’ve imagined, or been thinking about, but it might be fun and interesting to find out how much we can accomplish in whatever time it is that we do have together.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. And said so. And also said that since she’d pretty much helped me cross at least three major things off my list already, then it was only fair that she now crossed something off her list. You should have seen her eyes light up over that one.

“Really? You’ll do that for me then?” She asked unnecessarily. Because at the moment for her…I’d have given her the moon if I could find a way to do it.

“Yes Jin, my Sweet Jin,” I called her. “Whatever you want, whatever you want to see or do…just name it.”

“Well, for starters then, pour me another wine. After you do that…I want to sit here and just watch you.”

“Watch me? Do what?”

She smiled. “I want to watch you jerk yourself off.”

I was at first a little reluctant (more shy than anything) but as she explained to me, that in watching me, how I did it to myself…she would gain a better understanding in seeing that, and then knowing from it, what it was that I liked, how I liked it. And she also told me to truly pleasure myself…to enjoy it, and not just go through the motions, otherwise…she wouldn’t learn anything she couldn’t already do for me herself.

Seeing her sitting there, sipping her wine, so relaxed, and yet…obviously aroused, looking at those now very stiff thumb sized nipples of hers, I sat back in my chair, closed my eyes, and began doing just that. It was easier than I thought. Mainly because while sitting there, I was thinking about her, ticking off my list…easily getting past the clothesline episode before I even started thinking in terms of getting ready to climax again.

But I actually was enjoying myself too. Especially looking up at her from time to time, seeing the expression on her face, almost serious as she watched me, studying me as I sat there playing with myself. And I didn’t just do the ole’ up and down thingy either. I really played…toyed, did all the things I normally did to myself in the secrecy, and privacy of my own room. Not even when I had jacked with the guys had I touched myself like this. That was pure expediency, this…hell, this was fucking erotic this was!

“Do that again,” she said, speaking the only words that she had up until this point. “Let me see you do that again.”

I had twisted the head of my dick with my hand, twisting it hard in one direction, almost palming it, letting go, grabbing, and then twisting it again. It felt good, a bit different, and just enough to add a sense of differing pleasure to my self-playfulness. She liked it, sat up and walked over sitting down on the arm of the chair so she could watch me more closely.

I could smell her. Smell her heat, her aroma. I could see her too of course, especially as she bent her leg, her pussy in all its magnificent glory looking back at me. In addition to everything else, I now had a bird’s eye view of her incredible cunt, looking at it, and now actually hearing it too as she began fingering herself while she sat there next to me.

“What else do you enjoy doing to your cock?” She asked lustfully. “Show me Jim, show me. Show me everything you enjoy doing to yourself.”

So I slapped it a bit, spanked it…which surprised and delighted her. She slapped herself, palming her pussy, smacking it…stinging it, which I did. “I like that too,” she said, her voice taking on an edge to it that sounded Junip…far away. “Sometimes…I like it rough,” she then added. “Very rough.”

I damn near came hearing her say that. Now truly twisting, two handed…one direction one way, the other direction with my other hand. Alternating twists, listening to the sound my cock was making as I added the decadence of free-flowing pre-cum fuck juice to my self administrations. And she was of course, doing the same. I could hear the succulent sound of her own juice, the squishy,

almost frothy sounds she began making, that quick ‘squish, squish, squish,’ sound as she pummeled her cunt with her fingers. Hand now once again on her breast, capturing and tormenting her nipple. I wanted to suck it so bad…and knew then, seeing that…what my next pleasure would be. I had to tell her, had to share with her my naughty thoughts while I sat here working my prick for her.

“Oh Jin…I so want to fuck your tits,” I said huskily, almost out of breath now…hovering on the edge, slow stroking my cock to orgasm, which I often enjoyed doing when I got so close…not varying the stroke at all, neither speeding it up…just going slowly, all the way through it.

“Oh yes…I’d like that,” she breathed back her own words like Jinp, harsh…bordering. “I want to feel you squirt, shoot all over my tits Jim, while you fuck them. See your big beautiful cock sliding up and down the valley between them, fucking them…fucking my tits Jim, fucking my soft, slippery, cum-gooey tits!”

I exploded. And then she did. Watching one another, me squirting…cum flying everywhere all at once. And she does too. Her pussy erupting, this little fountain of clear pulsating liquid shooting out like someone was sitting down between her legs with a squirt gun. “Squirt…squirt…squirt,” it was fascinating to watch. And then I added something else to my list. Maybe not for today…but certainly, something fun, maybe a little strange, but something I definitely added to my list now.

**

Even I didn’t have as much stamina as she had credited me with. After our almost simultaneous, mutual masturbatory climax…we both collapsed, exhausted, spent.

“Come on lover…lets go to bed. To sleep,” she assured me, and then led me upstairs by the hand into her bedroom. We collapsed in one another’s arms, light butterfly-like kisses all over one another’s faces, until we each drifted off into a sound…dreamless sleep.

**

I had always loved Sundays. It was the one day of the week that I got to sleep in. I even snuggled Jumper into my pillow, and then my eyes popped open, remembering…I wasn’t home. I was in Jin’s bed! I rolled looking over, she wasn’t there, but I simultaneously heard the sound of the shower running. I grinned, and followed my morning piss-hard into the bathroom.

I stood there for a moment and knocked. After all, the door was closed. I heard her laugh. “Come in silly…we don’t have any secrets between us,” she said. I stepped in, naturally she was in the shower, the glass was frosted, but not so much that I couldn’t see the contours of her body through the glass. But the sound of the water running made it even more urgent for me to pee. “Go ahead,” she giggled. “I know you need to.” She then slid the door open a little, peeking out towards me. “I want to watch,” she then added.

I didn’t figure this one counted as one of “hers” though I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready, or willing yet…to tell her, it was definitely one of mine for some odd-ball reason. But…I stood there straddling the toilet bowl, wanting to be especially careful not to piss over anything I shouldn’t ought to be. And then almost pleasurably began doing so as she stood there looking on. I flushed. She yelped.

“Ooops! Sorry!” I grinned. She laughed, and then beckoned me in to join her.

We washed one another, head to toe, and then back again. I took delight in applying her body wash to every square inch of her body, just as she then did to me. It was erotic, sensual, without all the panting. That would come soon enough as I would later discover. But for now, even running my hands through her hair, washing it for her, as she did to mine was something that I never thought would be as intimate as it turned out to be. We were soon both squeaky clean when she turned, and then knelt below me there in the shower, holding her breasts together.

“How about now?” she asked. “Pour some more of that body wash on my tits baby, make them nice and slippery for you to fuck.”