I hold your hand as we walk down the hallway familiar only to me. Our energy is one of excitement, and I can feel the film of sweat between our hands. My lips are curled into a smile that I can’t contain, and without looking, I know yours are too.

The door opens in response to my gentle tap. I step through the threshold, my right hand still in yours, and I curl my left around the waist of the man who has answered the door and greet him with a long, passionate kiss, but I am not in the mood for passion, and instead, my inner bossy-boots is ready to dominate the scene.

I push the other man back, unlocking our kiss, and from the look in his face, he is not happy – he wanted more. I look at him sternly, ‘Go to the couch and sit down,’ I order him. He says nothing and complies.

With your hand firmly in mine still, I turn and look at you. ‘You are going to sit here,’ I say and then direct my eyes to the kitchen table. It sits adjacent to a lustrous couch where the other man is sitting, observing with eager anticipation.

You nod as I pull out a chair for you and point it towards the couch. ‘Sit,’ I command.
‘Yes,’ you reply compliantly.
‘Don’t touch yourself. Just watch,’ I say with a look that you know is not to be messed with. You already know that if you touch yourself, I won’t fuck you later.
‘I promise,’ you say with both your mouth and your wide blue eyes.

I turn my back on you and move towards the couch.
‘I hear you have been working hard,’ I say.
He nods.
‘I hear that you have not been giving yourself the attention you deserve.
He nods again.
‘I’m going to fix that,’ I say with fervour, and I remove the outer layers of my clothing.

My soft cashmere sweater falls to the floor to reveal a sheer balconette bra that holds my breasts just so, gently supported, with erect nipples revealed through the mesh. The feeling of the temperature change on my skin initiates goosebumps on my arms, which I ignore as I undo my belt and fly and let my jeans fall to the floor, exposing the matching G-string, my fleshy ass on show for both of you.

‘Stand up and take off your clothes,’ I tell the man on the couch. He is naked in seconds. I move towards the couch and place myself longways. He knows where to go – he has been here before and his cock knows it too. It hangs long and hard, pointing in my direction.
‘Be a good boy and sit down,’ I order.
He nestles between my legs, my wet pussy now pushed up against his back as I wrap my long legs around his outstretched legs, pinning him down. I wrap my arms around either side of him, my left arm strokes his leg, and my right arm gently teases the hairs on his arm. But I can’t wait any longer, and I know he can’t either because his cock is throbbing for attention, so I grab it with a strong, firm grip and his body sinks into mine, his back to my chest, head tipped back over my shoulder, and I place my right hand over his mouth.
‘Moan loudly,’ I say directly into his ear.
He nods vigorously against my hand.
I feel his cock respond deliciously to my stroking, pressure building nicely over many minutes.

Behind me, you make a noise I can’t make out, and I turn my head to the kitchen table. I have not forgotten you are watching, and I make eye contact with you and then check your crotch. Bulging. Good. I smile and go back to my stroking.

The man between my legs whimpers with each stroke, and I whisper in his ear, ‘You are going to have to be louder than that.’
I increase my grip, both over his mouth and over his cock. Intensity building, he was a bubble ready to burst, and finally, I am letting him release his inner wild man. He is loud now, volume intensifying with every stroke, the occasional ‘fuck yes,’ letting loose under the pressure of my hand and between moans and groans of pleasure.

It doesn’t take much, the gorgeous feeling of him coming in my hand is making me want to grind him. The hard intensity of the cock, doing what it does when touched in that way, cum spilling all over his chest, the moans and the ‘fuck yes’ reach peak point, echoing around the room.

I sense movement behind me. You can’t contain yourself either - you are white knuckling the chair. I direct my eyes to the persistent bulge in your trousers, ensuring it’s untouched.
‘Good boy,’ I say, looking directly into your eyes, and we smile at each other. Our night is not yet done.

The man between my legs goes limp in a post-coital bliss. He closes his eyes, and I remove my hand from his mouth and cock and swirl the cum around his chest, mixing it amongst chest hair and skin. I gently remove myself from his relaxed body. I reach for a blanket and wrap him up tightly. His eyes are closed, and he has a smile on his face, and I can’t help but kiss him on the forehead, knowing he will be happy for me to leave him there in his cocoon of bliss.

I quickly dress and grab your hand. I close the apartment door behind me, leading you back down the hallway in the direction from which we came. You have been a good patient boy, and we have much more of the night left to go…