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Playing Together

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by quietone She was friendly and attractive Her husband was often away for extended periods. When one of the girls in the office asked her whether she minded being left on her own so often my ears pricked up when she replied that daytime and weekends were all right because she was generally busy, but that weeknights night were often a bit lonely. A couple of days later we were chatting at her desk just before I left the office and, making conversation, I asked her whether she was doing anything interesting that night. She replied that that was unlikely because she seldom got to do anything interesting during the week. I wasn't doing anything myself so on the spur of the moment I asked her if she wanted to join me for dinner - an invitation which she accepted immediately. Over the next two or three months we went out several times and got to know each other quite well. As we gradually became more comfortable in each other's company our conversations covered an ever wider array of subjects and inevitably we began to learn more about each other's personal lives. She began it by asking me why I was not attached, and although my initial answer was quite off hand, it led to me gradually telling her all about my most recent relationship and how it had broken up as we drifted apart. In return, she admitted how difficult she found it to live with her husband's frequent absences, and at one point she even commented that at times she had difficulty remembering she was married. After a while she began to invite me into her place for coffee when I dropped her home after dinner. It must have been on my third or fourth visit that the conversation came around sex. We were talking about another girl in the office. She was very attractive but the men in the office were so unsuccessful in their efforts to get involved with her that the gossip was that she was a lesbian. I mentioned this to Alison. She laughed. "She is no lesbian. I know that because she often tells us in graphic detail what she gets up to with her boyfriend. It's just that she obviously has such a good time with him that she doesn't need to be nice to the guys in the office. She isn't that frustrated." "Oh, so it's only because you are frustrated that you talk to me than is it?" I replied jokingly. She grinned, "don't be silly, I'd talk to you even if I wasn't frustrated." "Ah, so you admit you are frustrated then?" Again she grinned and said, "I have husband who is away more than he is around, of course I get frustrated sometimes." She waited a moment and then went on in any teasing tone "No more frustrated then you though, I at least have a partner around some of the time." "So what do you do about your frustration when he isn't around then?" She looked at me calculatingly for a moment and then said "I do it without him, what about you?" I hesitated for a few moments. Of course I masturbated, but it was not the sort of thing I had ever discussed with anyone. Eventually I opted for grinning ruefully and replying "it's not something I've ever admitted to anyone before, but..." She grinned and said " it's not something anyone has admitted to me before." Again she gave me that calculating look before continuing "You know, I've often fantasised about watching a man playing with himself." I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Immediately I responded, "Probably not as often as I have fantasised about watching a woman playing with herself." we looked at each other for a few more long moments and then I grinned playfully and said "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine I'll show you mine." I didn't think she would take me seriously, but she leaned back against the settee, subtly separated her knees an inch or two and said "One rule though. No touching, agreed?" Again I nodded and then added "absolutely." She rested her hands on her knees and then slowly slid them up the inside her thighs, pulling her skirt up with them until I could clearly see the deep blue material of her panties. When her hands reached her inner thighs she began to caress them running her hands up and down between her legs, inching closer and closer to the shining blue material covering her crotch. "Don't forget I'm only going to show you if you show me!" She said. As she spoke her fingers reached her blue mound and she began to softly rub herself through the soft, silken material. I undid my belt and removed my trousers. Sitting back I began gently rubbing the bulge of my already erect penis through the taut material of my underwear. She smiled as her fingers pressed against the thin material of her panties, rhythmically running back and forth, sliding easily over the smooth silken surface. After only a few moments I saw a dark blue patch appear as the material became damp. After a few minutes, she slipped one hand into the waistband of panties and I could see her fingers moving beneath the thin blue material as they found their way to her crotch. She let out a small moan of pleasure and I guessed that her fingers must have found their target. I slipped my own hand into my boxer shorts, wrapping it around my hard cock. Once again she made a little moaning sound and I could see that she was staring avidly at my bulging boxers. For several minutes we sat there watching each other, her fingers visibly moving under the thin blue material of her panties, my hand visibly moving beneath my boxers. Suddenly she spread her legs wider and pulled the thin blue material to one side, exposing her fingers and her lovely cunt. The tips of her fingers were hidden between her labia and as I watched she began sliding them up and down between the swelling lips of her sex. Listening carefully I could just make out the soft wet sounds of her fingers as they moved. I let my cock slide out the front of my boxer's and then took it in my right hand. I began to slowly slide my hand up and down it's thick shaft and Alison was watched my hand with an expression of rapt fascination. Her fingers concentrated increasingly on the area around her clitoris. She slipped her index and ring finger down on either side of it and then slid her wet fingers easily back and forth in the soft pink folds of her labia. A few drops of clear liquid formed on the tip of my penis. Using the moisture in the drops as lubricant I slid my fingers back and forth over the head of my cock. The room was now filled with the wet sounds of our fingers as we each played with ourselves. She pressed her middle finger lightly against her clit. fingers were now concentrated entirely on her clitoris and she was rubbing it directly now, her movements far faster and far harder than I would have expected her to find comfortable. From time to time she moaned slightly, and as her movements became more frantic her moans became more insistent. I continued to play with my cock, but I controlled my movements carefully trying to avoid coming too soon. She began to moan continuously, her fingers frigging her clitoris furiously, her legs spreadeagled. Her arousal was infectious and suddenly I couldn't wait any longer. I began to pump my cock rapidly between my fingers until suddenly I had to stop, holding it tightly as I came, my semen spurting out. My orgasm had the same effect on her and as I watched her whole body seemed to rise up to meet her fingers and her moans turned into a shriek of pleasure. It was a truly memorable introduction to playing together.