I am whacking off, sitting on the couch, wearing the clothes I had put on this morning, but my fly is undone, and my cock which is covered in body lotion, looks smooth and shiny. I have my cock around the neck. My cock looks hard and sexy. The head is looking up at me, winking at me.
This morning the sunlight seems thin. It feels thin like the inside of my cock. The thinness strains. It is just vague. There is very little man juice in my fuck bag. I press on hoping for the feel of excitement. My hand slipping over the ridged corona, kissing the purple head. My fingers slide down the veined shaft but to no avail. I want to cum, to feel the orgasm in my hand, but can't. Maybe it is my age. Could be.
She stands on the coffee table in front of the couch. She is naked. Her cunt is at eyelevel. My eyes like spy-glasses peek at her.
"Turn around sugar. Let me look at you."
She turns and I can see the back of her. She is of average build. Her bum has promise and her spine is sexy. I run a lotion'd finger down her spine and she shivers. I have taken my hand off my cock, and it has flopped between my legs. It is somewhere in between hard, and soft.