Tricia Wanted to Watch

I was on a first date once back in college with a woman with whom we had mutual friends.  Tricia was as tall as me and just a bit overweight.  She was also really pretty and a lot of fun.  I saw her a few years later and she had lost some weight; she looked fantastic.

Back to the date, we went out for Mexican food and margaritas. We had a great time and drank a lot.  We went back to my apartment.  I think she drove us. Good thing as I was trashed.

As we got back to my bedroom we started kissing and taking our clothes off.  We were soon naked and making out on the bed. As I massaged her crotch she rubbed my dick.  Probably because I was so drunk I wasn’t getting totally hard. So I decided to attend to her for awhile.  I turned on the light on my nightstand and opened the drawer.  From the drawer I grabbed some massage oil that I sometimes used when I jacked off.  It was super slippery and warmed up as you used it.  It also had a cinnamon taste.  I kept the light on so I could better see her hot body and responses.

I had Tricia sit up in the bed, leaning back against the headrest.  I poured some oil over her pubic area.   As I massaged her crotch she undulated her hips, she was digging the feel of the oil.  She said, “That oil feels good.  I’ve never used anything like this.  Can I see the bottle?”

“It’s pretty good, isn’t it,” I said as I handed her the bottle.

She opened the bottle, smelled it and poured a little into her hand.  She reached for my dick and spread some on it.  She asked, “Do you use this?”

“Yes, but lie back, I want to concentrate on you for a while.”

She lay back and I slid my fingers slowly and gently over her pussy. She spread her legs wide and her clit swelled up.  I continued stroking her but avoided direct pressure to her clit.  I slide two fingers inside of her giving her the “come here” motion.  After several minutes her hips started jerking.

“Oh yeah, jerk me off. Make me cum.”  I intensified my stroking and gave her clit some attention.  She shook and sighed as an orgasm swept over her.  I didn’t stop stroking and she came again.  She eventually grabbed my hand to stop me.

Tricia turned her attention to me. We kissed as she played with my unresponsive dick. She asked me, “Do you think you can get yourself hard?  I want to see how you do it.”

“Maybe,” I replied. I scooched up so that my back leaned against the headrest. I poured some lube into my hand and rubbed it onto my dick. Tricia got an excited look into her eye.

“I want to see you do it like you would if you were alone.” I nodded.

My dick was starting to respond as I worked it up.  Tricia gently caressed my thigh as I did.  She asked, “I saw the magazines in the drawer. Do you look at them when you do it?”

“Usually I do,” I confessed.

“Get one out. I want to see you jack off like you would if I weren’t here.”

I was a bit embarrassed and bashful about doing that, but on the other hand there was something kind of lewd about her sitting there watching me beat off to pictures in a dirty magazine. So I grabbed one, placed on the bed beside me and slowly flipped through the pages while I stroked my growing dick. Pretty soon I was fully hard and jacking away.  

Tricia was getting worked up.  She started to rub her pussy with one hand while grazing my inner thighs with the other.  “That looks so hot,” she said. “Keep rubbing that dick.  I love that squishy sound the lube makes when you pump it.”

I had stopped flipping the pages of the magazine at one of my favorites, and stroked faster.  Tricia noticed.  “That woman is hot. Look at her ass. You like jacking off to her, don’t you.  What would she think if she knew you were jacking your dick off to her pictures?  I bet she would like it.  Let me help you make yourself cum.”  She massaged the sides of my balls while I kept jacking.  

“That’s it keep pumping that dick, make it cum for me. That did it for me.  I spewed cum all over my belly and our hands.  She made herself cum also.  Satiated, we fell into each other’s arms and pressed our bodies together.  The next morning I had recovered, and we made love.