The steady trickle of rain could be both seen and heard around us. The large picture windows of the apartment made it difficult for us to escape the gloomy, overcast skies around us. I sat on the couch watching television as you read Cosmo at the nearby table.

“This is such a waste of a Saturday,” you inform me in a somewhat whiny tone. My eyes remain glued to the TV. “I don’t have anything to do!” you add, now in full whine. You get up from the table and begin to walk towards me.

“Why don’t you go outside and play with the other kids?” I toy, still not looking away from the images on the television set. You walk in-between the TV and my eyes in a rather feeble attempt to attract my attention.

“Because, the rain has made everything all wet.” That last part dripped from your lips. I remain un-impressed and rather annoyed that you have the audacity to come between a man and his TV.

You sit down loosely on the coffee table that sat in front of me, discouraged by my reaction, or lack there of. I scoot to the side and regain eye contact without whatever beloved rerun happens to be on.

Your whole expression suddenly changes as a devilish twinkle appears in your eye. “I was reading in Cosmo that guys think it’s hot to see girls masturbate.” You begin to rub your inner thighs all the way up to the cut-off jean shorts that struggle to fully cover your crotch. “Is that true?” you ask, now playing with the frayed crotch of your shorts. I spied your electric blue thong and you quickly caught me peeking.

Covering yourself up, you tell me to answer the question.

“No,” I answer, shaking off the slight daze caused by your little peep show. I try to focus my eyes back on the television set.

“Okay! Then I suppose you won’t mind if I do?” My eyes grow as wide as saucers as you say that. First removing your top and bra and then your jean shorts and blue panties you sit on the table edge and spread your legs. Your exposed crotch is now in full view in front of me.

Your hands quickly find your large, perky breasts and begin to tweak the now hardened nipples. I can tell by the look on your face and the moans gushing from your lips. But that isn’t the only thing gushing. Between your legs you are now so wet from the intense nipple play that your sweet nectar is dripping from inside you onto the tabletop.

My eyes are now glued to you as your index and middle fingers disappear slowly into the steadily flowing fountain of fertility.