I had just stopped by to see Kate, having not seen her for over a week. Her twin teenage daughters were upstairs getting ready for bed. We had had an impromptu dinner while the girls did their homework and we chatted.
In her kitchen, we stood kissing, hoping that neither of the girls would venture downstairs, as they were still somewhat unsure of their mom's new relationship. I, of course, was very comfortable with being around her and her daughters, so much so, that I wanted to make sure that we were mostly non-affectionate when they were around out of respect for them.
After standing for a few minutes drawing long, deep, and exciting kisses, I suggested that we sit down on the couch so we could relax. She eagerly agreed. Besides, where the couch was located, IF one of the girls ventured downstairs, we would have plenty of notice to 'get respectable' rather than having them catch us in a long embrace deep-tonguing each other in our own world.
It became painfully clear to me that all this heavy kissing and wandering of hands had aroused the full effect in me as I was rock hard and leaking like crazy (something that I do very easily and always have). She noticed too.
Her hands kept rubbing the inside of my thighs ever so lightly. This continued to make me harder and causing more pain in my engorged crotch. I began to lightly moan every time she got closer and closer to my erection. After a few minutes, her hands just rubbed the outside of my pants over my stiffness. She could tell that I was becoming more achy as I started to move my hips and thrust to her rubbing and delicate caressing of my erection.
I knew that we risked getting caught, but since I still had my clothes on, the worst that would happen was that I would be flushed and definitely showing the result of this very stimulating session. However, as she kept rubbing, her pace picked up. I told her, 'If you keep this up, I might not make it without making a mess.' She looked at me and just smiled. Her tongue kept licking my lips and her hand was rubbing furiously. I felt the feeling begin to happen and whispered 'I'm almost there.'
She knew that I was close to cumming and the only place I was going to shoot, was in my pants. The tightening and tingle started, and I arched back and began to shoot heavily in my pants, all the while, stifling the normal growl that was sure to alert the girls what was going on down below. After a few moments, the contractions and orgasm began to subside and my breath started to come back. I opened my eyes, looked into hers, and said, 'Thank you, I really needed that.' She smiled and whispered, 'I know. I was glad to help. However, you have to do the clean up. I can't help you there,' as she giggled.