He jumped slightly and turned to look at me. I couldn’t help but look him over. As my eyes dropped to his waist and lower, the apron started to twitch and outlined his growing erection. He took hold of his shaft through the apron and moved his hand up and down a couple of times while he watched me.
“Hey, Babe. I wasn’t expecting you home just yet. I’m cooking Beef Bourguignon with rice as a surprise. How did it go with the boss today?” He carried on cooking as though there was nothing out of the ordinary, as though it was perfectly normal to cook naked while palming his erection.
“I need a drink.” I turned and walked out of the kitchen, straight over to the cupboard he used to house the whiskey. I knew good and well that I would regret this, but I poured three fingers worth in a glass and knocked most of it back in one go, and then tried to take some calming breaths before I choked it all back. Hell. It burnt going down and honestly, it tasted vile, but I was hoping it would numb me enough to handle the rest of the evening. Oh god.
When I was absolutely positive that the whiskey would stay down, I headed into the bedroom to change into my lounge clothes, consisting of jazz pants and a long sleeved t-shirt – my usual attire when I lazed around at home. Now to face David.
Back in the kitchen, I was just in time to watch him place the dinner on the table with a glass of wine for me. He removed the apron and still had a rather solid erection, it was bobbing around like nobody’s business while he walked around the kitchen. Enough already!
“David, what the hell has gotten into you? Never in our seven years together have you acted like you’ve been doing lately. First the other night and now… this,” I said, waving my arms around in his direction.
He leaned back against one of the cabinets and just watched me. I sat down before I fell over, the whiskey was starting to take effect.
“I want you to watch me,” he replied.
“I already am.” Sitting back in the chair I watched him fist his cock. Shocked would be an understatement as to how I was feeling.
“It’s a huge turn on, having you watch me.” He picked his beer up and took a drink, so casual, as though he was standing, fully dressed in a bar.
“This is different…. I mean, you’ve never done anything like this before….have you?” I picked my wine glass up and took a rather large drink. I really needed to be drunk.
“I watched a movie the night I stayed at Luke’s place. It was hot, so I thought I would try it…. and it really is.” Then he smiled at me. “Of course, the woman who the actor was beating off in front of was actually turned on by what he was doing and ended up stripping for him and bringing herself to orgasm…. Christ, look what that image has done to my cock.” I looked down and, oh boy, his cock had grown, which I hadn’t thought was possible.
David looked good while he stood in front of me. He was tall, over six feet, with a well-toned, muscle build that I used to find hot. I would be lying if I said, I wasn’t starting to get turned on, while I sat and watched him beat off. I’d forgotten that alcohol made me amorous as well as gave me a headache.
I really had no idea about what to do. I didn’t want to have sex with him, because I knew I’d be left unsatisfied and it wasn’t David that I craved.
“Babe, you going to play along?”
He wanted me to watch him, so I could do that without losing my clothes.
I met his eyes. “I’ll watch, but my clothes stay,” I told him, I prayed that I didn’t really just slur my words.
His eyes went hot as he took hold of his shaft and started to move his hand, up and down over his velvety skin. He spread his legs and slowed the movement with his hand. I looked at his cock which had started to leak at the tip in excitement. I licked my lips.
He groaned. “Fuck…. touch me, Lily. Let me come with you touching me,” he begged.
Hell. I stood and tried to walk in a straight line to him, but judging by his laugh, I didn’t think I’d succeeded.
“How much whiskey did you drink?” he asked me as I kneeled on the floor.
I frowned now that I was eye level with his cock. I was really unsure how to proceed. I didn’t want to put my mouth on him.
“Turn around.” He had a stunned look on his face then he did what I asked. “Spread your legs, and put one hand on the counter and your other on your cock.”
He shuddered. “God babe, it’s hot when you’re telling me what to do.”
I really hoped I survived this.
I smoothed my hands up his calves to his thighs and then further north. His breathing became choppy while I caressed his backside “Close,” he croaked.
I put one hand between his legs and gently squeezed his balls. He shouted a name, but it wasn’t mine, and came all down the door in front of him.