Donna and I worked part time together at a sporting goods store. Our relationship blossomed into friendship fairly early on. From the time we started to work together. We found a lot of common things to talk about. Topics went from our daytime work, our exes (usually accompanied by frowns and "glad to be out of that relationship" commentary). More recently, our conversations often strayed over into our personal experiences in the areas of, well, sex.
For both of us, our sex lives were pretty much limited. I spent more time doing it myself and while Donna never came out in the open about it, I gathered her sex life wasn't much better.
Younger than me by a few years, she married "too young" (in her words) and basically had "no life." I could easily relate to that, as my own marriage was too long and too constricting. This was our chance now to talk about it with a member of the opposite sex and to never be judged for our decisions. That, in and of itself, was thrilling to me.
Physically, Donna is a big girl. I'm a medium sized guy. I'll admit that I've always had a sexual preference for bigger girls or what we now call BBW - big beautiful woman (regardless of whether they are beautiful or not - laugh.)
One night at work, a Friday, I suggested to Donna that we take a hike into the woods over the weekend for a little picnic. Donna quickly and happily agreed. I said I'd pack the picnic basket.
Saturday morning, I picked her up at her place and off we went to the state park an hour away. We hiked into the park a ways and found a small clearing near a wandering creek. The spot was shady with filtered and warming sunlight, very private and quiet, the quiet only broken by the occasional bird or insects that flit about.
After we'd settled into our private little picnic area and got about halfway through the chilled white wine and light lunch, we found ourselves giggling like little kids over jokes and jests. However, the banter we were laughing about was definitely not "kid like" subject matter. We were joking a lot about the usual sexually suggestive topics we talked about.
Finally, without any prompting, Donna asked me a question very nonchalantly; but in a definitely huskier, sultrier tone than how she usually talked. This was something I picked up on immediately. Suggestively she asked, "Mike, do you jerk off?"
I tried to play equally nonchalant about it and threw back my answer, "Sure I do, don't you?" At that she blushed a bit and before she could even answer, I answered my own question with a presumptive "So what do you think about when you masturbate?"
Her response was a little reserved, just barely audible: "Well, lately, I've been thinking about you masturbating... in front of me... what do you think about?"
By this time, my cool appearing demeanor was wearing thin as I started to get hot, my body feeling the ripples of excitement course through me but, with my last ounce of "Clint Eastwood coolness", I responded, "I think about you thinking about me jerking off."
Donna laughed and then declared, "Hey, that's not fair! I asked you an on-the-spot question and you avoided the question again."
"Oh, how it that avoiding the question?" I quipped. "I answered it truthfully!" I insisted...with a grin.
I could feel the growing erection in my pants grow tauter against my blue jeans as the line of questioning crossed over the thin line we usually stopped at during our casual but sexually frank talks in the store. I was starting to feel a definite need to get off by this point. Deciding to put a stop to the direction the conversation was headed; that is, in circles, I asked her, "OK so when you think about me jerking it, what's the picture in your mind's eye? I mean, am I sitting, standing, lying down, what?"
"Every which way, starting slow and then, well, you know, getting into it..." she trailed off dreamily.
I stood up and slowly undid my belt and top button of my jeans. Slowly, I pulled the zipper down and put my hand in suggestively. While she couldn't really see what I was doing, I rubbed my erect dick inside my pants and said, "You mean like this?"
Donna licked her lips, not saying anything, just staring with wide eyes.
As I pulled my member out, I stood in front of her but covered my member with my hand stroking in such a way as to not show her anything yet but playing with an obviously aroused dick. I said to her, as I sat down on a nearby rock, "Or like this?" At this point, I had the entire package out but used my other, free hand to shield my balls from her view.
