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As I lay here everything is silent, my wife gone for the day shopping, the kids off with grandma. I languish in the silence of it all. Lying back on the bed, in just a t-shirt and basketball shorts, I begin to write to you on my little net book. There seems to be so much I want to say, but still I hold back. I’m not sure of how far we can or how far we should take this. I want to pour my heart out to you, but I don’t want to scare you away either. After all I am more than twice your age and I am married. You on the other hand are a mere twenty-five and single. But even you have to admit there is a certain amount of chemistry between us. I see how you laugh and smile, not to mention look at me. There is a mutual interest, on both parties. I find it so hard just to stay away from you. I’ve even told you that we’re like magnets drawn to each other, and to my chagrin, you agreed with me. So, here I am, alone with all of these thoughts of you running through my Adana Escort mind. My hand subconsciously wanders down to my crotch, where it proceeds to give my flaccid cock a few obligatory rubs. But even I know that that’s not enough to squelch the fire burning deep inside of me. I close my eyes briefly and imagine to myself what would I do if I had you here at this moment. Again my hand travels southward, this time I reach in to my shorts and pull on my semi-rigid cock a few more times before I finally settle in to simply massaging my swollen balls. It doesn’t take long before I have a full-blown erection. I move my hand up and once again wrap my fingers around my shaft and give a few slow, teasing strokes. God, I wish you were here to indulge me in my fantasy, that of you being near. With eyes closed I reminisce about looking in to your beautiful, dark eyes. I see that smile that you so readily share with me. I imagine lifting your dark Adana Escort Bayan navy blue blouse over your head, exposing the white lace bra, which so invitingly covers your small, firm breasts. From there I reach down and unsnap your khaki colored pants, slowly unzipping them and then finally pushing them down over your shapely hips and beyond your bubbled butt. With your muscular runners legs, you step out of them. You now stand before me in just panties and bra. My erection is pressed hard against the front of my shorts as a sure sign of approval. You look absolutely stunning, but you know that already, don’t you? You have me so aroused, I have no other alterative but to remove my shorts and boxers. I lay back with only a t-shirt on. If only you could see my cock standing proudly, all because of you. I let my thumb and fingertips slowly masturbate it up and down, right behind the head. I can’t get the thoughts of you out of my Escort Adana mind, as I continue stroking myself. Eventually I have to stop myself because I don’t want to cum too soon. After all, I don’t even have you totally undressed yet (smile). I close my eyes as I reach behind you and I unclasp your bra. I watch as you pull your shoulders together, letting the straps fall down your arms. The cups are held in place by your biceps and as you lower your arms to your sides, the bra falls to the floor. I stare, as your breasts are just as lovely as what I had initially imagined. They are not overwhelmingly big, nor small, but they fit your frame exactly. I instinctively pull you close, feeling your hard nipples poking into my chest. I reach behind you and grab your pantied ass, pulling you closer still. I want you to feel my hard-on poking in to you. I want you to feel exactly what you do to me. This time your instincts take over and you grind your pubic bone in to me. Again, I must reach down and begin stroking myself. Imagining, wishing it was you. My cock is throbbing, seeking relief. Can you feel it? I imagine your nylon pantied pussy rubbing against it, with any ooze of precum quickly absorbed by the thin material.
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