My brother in law got stranded in my city just before Christmas because his flight was cancelled. We had dinner together and discussed our sex lives, as well as masturbation, which he admitted to doing regularly.
I have seen him nude before, and I have watched him masturbate, although I am not sure if he knew I was watching. (He was in bed with my sister-his wife-and stroking himself one night while I stood in the doorway and talked to her.) This is another story.
Well, the thought of him being in my house sleeping on the couch got me turned on. After I put him to bed, I brought myself to two orgasms thinking about a man being so close to me.
Anyway, this story is about the next morning. I came out to do the dishes and clean up and found that he was in the shower. He came out and sat on the couch in just a towel wrapped around his waist, and went through his brief case to take out the new underwear he had bought the night before. It took him a while to unwrap the t-shirts and briefs, and as he did so I noticed that I could see his heavy cock and balls hanging down beneath the towel.
We talked idly while I did the dishes and he unwrapped the clothes. I noticed his cock swell even more, as I stood in my robe, pressing against the sink counter. I got very aroused, and I let my robe open a little, as I was nude underneath. Then I brought one knee up a little, offering him a better view of my thigh. I felt my juices run down my leg, as I was so excited. Then I loosened my robe tie a little, wanting him to see more of me. Then I came out and sat down in a chair across from him. I could no longer see under his towel, so I sat Indian style on the floor, making sure he got a good view between my legs as I got comfortable. We kept talking about nothing. I then lifted my knees and held my feet together, feigning modesty; but I knew he had a good view between my legs.
At that point, as he stared at my pussy, his cock grew to semi-erect. It bounced heavily under the towel, and I had a great view of his ass and balls. I opened my knees slightly, allowing him to see my gaping, wet slit. He stared for a long time, and I felt myself opening and getting more and more wet. My clit was on fire. I was running juice. My sex was gaping. I could not take it any more.
I stood up, spreading wide, giving him one long last view between my legs, and then went into the bathroom to masturbate. I threw myself back and banged myself vigorously; pounding three fingers inside myself and one in my ass, and I frigged my clit quickly to orgasm. I let out a long moan as I came.
When I came out, he went in. I stood near the doorway and played with myself. I heard him, I think, pounding his fist and grunting, coming in a long gasp. He then came out, got his clothes, and dressed. Soon, he had to leave. I kissed him goodbye, pressing my warm crotch against his. I sat down and brought myself to another orgasm before his cab had left for the airport. The rest of the day I spent in bed with my vibrator, watching porn. I look forward to his next visit.