Inside a High Street Cafe.
My heart beats faster. There's that beautiful smile again ... so warm and sensual. Her name is Danielle, and she is the reason why my heart rate has increased so suddenly.
I should start from the beginning. My name is Blake. I am twenty-four years old. I'm from South West England, and Danielle is the wife of my friend, Brian. Brian and I have been friends for about ten years now, and somewhere in there he met and married the girl of my dreams, Danielle. Now, this may make me sound jealous, but I've said from the start that these two are not meant to be together.
Sure enough, in the last six months, Brian has somehow gotten bored of her. Or maybe he's just taking her for granted. He goes out constantly with his friends and is spending loads of their money (his and Danielle's), despite the fact that they are saving for a house. On the rare occasion he isn't out partying, Brian is sits on the couch with his games console. He has stopped looking after himself and has gained a huge amount of weight. He drinks most nights as well.
I am not naΓ―ve. I know this happens in a lot of relationships. It's different, though, when you long for the person your own friend is so badly mistreating. And the worst part is the person whom you desire doesn't seem to realise you exist.
We are at the local cafΓ©, and my heart is still beating abnormally fast as Danielle and I chat about our lives, and how there isn't much of anything happening in them. She moans about Brian for ten minutes.
She smiles again, but this time with sadness in her eyes.
"I tried to get him off his game last night. I got on my sexiest underwear, including a pair of crotchless panties he got me before our wedding. I even spent ages shaving all over, exactly how he likes it. I went into the lounge and he pretty much ignored me.
"All he said was, 'You look stunning babe.'"
As Danielle went on about Brian, I felt my heart rate pick up even more. Before long, I was hit with the familiar sensation of my cock stiffening. I tried desperately to keep the image of this beautiful girl in crotchless panties out of my mind. Of course, I experience all sorts of sexual thoughts at home, but certainly not in the middle of a busy cafe.
"He must be mad, picking a console over you," I blurt out, trying to erase the raunchy pictures of Danielle from my mind, whilst looking into her eyes.
She smiles shyly and says, "Aw, that's sweet, Blake. Thank you for saying that. It makes me feel like I'm not invisible."
The reason why I have an extremely uncomfortable erection, in the middle of a high street cafe, is because Danielle is beautiful. She has long blonde hair, with dark roots that offer a hint of her natural color. Her eyes are round and blue, and they shine bright as the sun every time she smiles. Once you manage to look away from her gorgeous face, you'll see that Danielle has a well-proportioned body. In the past she's mentioned that she suffers from minor back problems, which is unsurprising, since her breasts are so big. If I had to guess, I'd say they're about 34D. Danielle is of average height and a good healthy weight, certainly not too skinny.
After changing the topic of our conversation, I agree to come round to hers to watch a movie, as Brian is once again out with his friends. It is a Friday night, after all. He invited me to join him, but I made an excuse to get out of it. The last thing I wanted was for Danielle to think I was encouraging his reckless behaviour.
On my way home, all I can think about is Danielle. As soon as I enter my apartment, I drop everything, shove my hand down my trousers, grab my cock and massage my aching balls. Images of her flash through my mind as I undo my jeans, slide them down to my ankles and lie back on the sofa. I close my eyes and picture Danielle's smile, her breasts pressed tight against her jumper; I see her standing before me in crotchless panties. I manage to release my hard-on from my boxers. My cock is uncircumcised, around seven inches long and five inches round. One of my former partners mentioned I had a "pretty" penis. When I asked her what that meant, she explained it was smooth and not veiny. She thought veiny penises looked ugly.
I grab my dick with my left hand and start to rub my balls together. I pause and stare down at my shaft, imagining Danielle's pretty smile. I imagine her mouth slowly lowering toward my hard-on, gently licking the tip. This drives me over the edge as the pressure in my balls becomes more than I can take. I stroke myself a few more times before letting out a satisfied groan. A stream of cum lands on my stomach.
Later That Evening
I arrive at Danielle's around nine that evening. She answers the door in what looks like a pair of PJs. She is wearing a white robe with her t-shirt, and my heart skips a beat when I cannot work out what she's wearing around her legs.