Moving house

I’ve just moved to a new area, and when I see you in my nearest pub, I decide I like it round here. You recognise me as you live near me and noticed me moving in, and we get chatting, making the usual small-talk. I tell you I’m a chef. “Well, how about coming to my place and cooking me a meal?” you ask, cheekily. Who am I to disagree?

I go back to your place to cook the meal. As I cook, you take a shower and change. We chat over a 3-course meal and are getting on well together. After the meal we sit chatting and laughing. We run out of wine and you tell me you have a bottle of champagne. We begin to get tipsy and the talk turns to sex and previous lovers – and what turns us both on. I tell you I was once at a friend’s house and caught his mother masturbating (she didn’t see me) and ever since then I have been really turned on watching women masturbate.

You leave the room and after 5 minutes I hear you asking me to come up to your bedroom. When I get upstairs you are lying on the bed masturbating.

“Sit down”

I do as I’m told, sitting down and watching as you play with your pussy. I pull out my cock and begin to masturbate.

“Not yet. I want you to save all your spunk for me.”

You reach in the drawer and pull out a big vibrator. You switch it on and slowly circle your clitoris. When you can take no more you begin to thrust the vibrator in and out. Moaning loudly you begin to tweak your nipples. I can take no more so I undress and move onto the bed.

I lick and probe at your clitoris as you use the vibrator. An orgasm rips through your body. You pull out the vibrator and ask me if I enjoyed the show? I tell you I’ll show you how much I liked it.

I go to the kitchen and come back with a bottle of chocolate sauce, whipped cream and a banana. I cover your whole body in chocolate sauce and whipped cream and insert the banana up your pussy.