I met this girl in Sydney. She straightened her chair and pulled her shirt over her head. In contrast to regular bras, hers featured clips in the back. She still kept it attached, however. I kneeled alongside her, unwilling to risk embarrassing my wife by straddling her. It wasn’t the most straightforward method, but I managed to start massaging their back. To make my hands nice and toasty, I slathered them with oil and massaged them together.

I began by rubbing her upper back and shoulders. When I applied more pressure, she made soft noises that only I could hear. She seemed to like it more when I went on to her lower back. Just before her butt, I’d push down, putting pressure the whole way. However, the bra’s clip was making things really difficult for me, so I unclipped it without asking.

She didn’t say a word, and I knew that from her vantage point, Kate couldn’t see a thing. Even though it was just her back, the sight of her butt so close to the opening was enough to get me horny. It worked out well, since Kate had the same problem. Before I made my initial move, I continued rubbing her back for a little longer. In order to get to the other side, I crawled over her, but this time I placed my hard cock quite deliberately on her ass as I crossed.

The combination of how fantastic it felt and her little whimper when I did it had me completely thrown off balance. I desperately want her. I continued to test her limits by massaging along her sides. Getting closer and closer to her tits, I got a terrific feel for her side boobs. Her infrequent grins and groans throughout gave me confidence that she was having as much fun as I was.

Her tits were great, but it was her ass that I was really into. I tried to come as near as I could to the sensation. I reached back and slid my hands beneath her shorts to rub her lower back. Through the opening at the waistband of her pants. Feeling the top of her butt without wanting to be too forward. For what seemed like hours, I waited there. So lengthy that Kate had to cut in unexpectedly.

Saying, “Jeez, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a massage for that long!” Tone: Half-joking, half-serious.

I let out an anxious chuckle.

Oh, I apologize; I just assumed she’d tell me when to quit.

What kind of person refuses a massage? “You could massage me all night and I wouldn’t complain,” she stated in response. Even though it seems sexier written down than it did when she said it, what she said was fairly steamy. She unclipped her sports bra, grabbed her t-shirt, and walked to her bedroom, avoiding Kate’s gaze. Afterward, she emerged from the robed bathroom.

She finally gave in and said, “I think I’m going to take a quick shower and go to bed.” After that lengthy massage, I couldn’t help but believe she might need some R&R.

As for Kate’s response, “Sounds good” was all she could muster in return.

Then I scrubbed my hands clean and relaxed on the Sofa. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she may be doing to herself in the shower. A little while later, she emerged from her room again, this time wearing her robe. After I had fallen asleep, Kate and I lingered on the sofa for a little longer.

She finally said, “I think I’m ready for bed, too.”

I told her I needed to remain up and get’some work done’ before turning in. That’s something I always did, and she claimed she was OK with it before heading to bed. She shut the Door to the bedroom where we usually sleep since that’s how we do things. Kate and Ali were on the same floor but in a different room, so I was sitting on the sofa all by myself. I couldn’t go to sleep without jerking off since I was so horny. I settled onto the L-shaped sofa with my laptop and headphones. It dawned on me that I needed to jerk off.

With the intention of lying and saying I believed they were all asleep if Kate came out for whatever reason. Obviously expecting Ali to make an appearance, and hoping without hope that he would. I stripped down to my underwear and started jerking off. Despite the proximity of the blanket, I was completely unprotected. The thought of Ali coming out made me want to poop in my pants. If she did, would I hide my body or would I be happy to lie bare? I was caught off guard and didn’t know how to respond.

It didn’t take me long to figure it out. As I got into the mood of a scenario and prepared to go near, I closed my eyes for a time to really take in the experience. I honestly scared out because I didn’t know whether it was Kate or Ali. Putting on a blanket as soon as possible. It was a disaster when the laptop tipped over. It turned out to be Ali. She stood still at the door, looking at me as I unraveled. Then she burst out laughing. After laughing along with her, I covered myself with the blanket and turned off the computer.

She left, and I stood there, perplexed, as the door closed behind her. I knew she wouldn’t object if I took off the cover and kept on, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad would happen if I did. Kate lived just next door, and this was obviously a far riskier option than the other. Unfortunately, real life isn’t a porno, so I’ve got to learn to play the game intelligently. I kept the blanket over my shoulders but restarted my computer. Even though the screen was turned away from her, I knew she could still see what was on it.

I paid close attention, but I never even heard her urinate. A brief sound of water running in the sink was followed by a period of quiet. She probably simply came out to check if I was up to anything, but I couldn’t be sure. She finally emerged after what seemed like an eon. Not really leaving, but rather hesitating at the exit. Around ten feet away from me at most. As she looked in my direction,

I was so angry that I couldn’t get the bravery to say anything else so I covered my face with my hands. Suddenly, I had an idea. I quickly got my phone out and accessed Instagram to see whether she was there at the time. As soon as I saw that the blinking green light was on, my heart began to race. I went to her profile and then selected the message option. I had such a strong want to communicate with her, but I was at a loss as to how to begin our conversation.

When I suddenly noticed the typing emoji flowing from her to me, practically every muscle in my body tensed up and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. When I was waiting to see what she would reply, I felt like I had held my breath for an eternity. Then it vanished into thin air. I began to write something merely to show her that I was also typing, but I quickly erased what I had written before continuing. After a while, hers began up again, and heaven knows I was being such a wimp about it, but I really, really wanted her to take the initiative. Finally. I have something here. It seemed to be the emoji of a monkey with its eyes covered. Even though it wasn’t much, it was all I needed to get things rolling.

I responded with the emoji of a face covered in perspiration. After that, she said,

“I’m sorry, but I just realized that I ought to have been the one to apologize for walking in on you..”

“I apologize, but I was the one that was up in the loft when everything happened. My response was, “I really should have gone to my room.”

“Yeah… or just taken a shower like I did…” “Yeah… or just taken a shower…”

I very almost passed out. She admitted that she had been fooling about with herself in the shower, just as I had thought.

I responded by saying, “I was wondering if that’s why you took a shower…”

“Yeah… maybe if you weren’t so good at giving massages I wouldn’t have had to too..”

My cock was as hard as a rock once again, and while I was going crazy with excitement, I wanted to seem calm.

I was curious, so I said, “Is that a complaint?”

She responded with an emphatic “No way…”

I hadn’t even finished typing out my answer when she sent another message.

“Well… you have fun with that tonight..there may or may not be a little present for you in the bathroom if you want to check… There may or may not be a little gift for you in the bathroom if you want to check…Have a good night!” while making a kissy face.

(Now, something I’ve neglected to mention up to this point was my fixation with her underwear. Whenever she comes over and spends the night at my place, I make it a point to go out of my way to locate her underwear. I have even jerked off on them a few times in the past, but not to the point where they were completely full; I just put a tiny amount of cum on them. Because they were always her used ones, I have never considered the possibility that she genuinely knew I did this; nonetheless, I have never been certain.

When I read it, my heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I sprang to my feet and dashed into the nearest restroom the second I could. Her underwear was found strewn over the floor. The identical ones that she was wearing as I massaged her, in case you were wondering. It was so unbelievable to me. When I lifted them up and looked at them, I saw that grool was completely covering them all over. I took a deep breath in of them, and they had the most amazing aroma. The idea that she had left them for me was pretty much the sexiest thing I could have ever imagined happening in my life. The journey she took to the restroom made more sense now.

I led them back to the sofa where I was sitting and only responded by saying,

“Fuck….”

She responded with “Enjoy ;)”

I brought them up to my face and then quickly retreated. The aroma of her was overwhelming, and I had the distinct impression that I was going to pass out at any moment just due to the aroma of her alone. Just before you came, I had wrapped them around the head of my cock and dumped the whole of my load into them. I then came. On my head, the smooth fabric of them felt wonderful, but the fact that she wanted me to wear them made the situation one hundred times more uncomfortable.

After a while, my ordeal came to an end, and I sat there, thinking about where I should leave them. Because I didn’t want Kate to stumble into them when she went to the restroom first thing in the morning, I hid them. After some consideration, I chose to put them under her door. Tip As I tiptoed approaching her room, I slid them under the door. I was certain that nothing else would take place that night, so I changed back into my pajamas and went to bed.