Trading Secrets
"You're awake," Claire remarks softly. Her breath tickles my nipple and her hair tickles my shoulder as she snuggles against me. Her fingers tickle my hip and she lightly scrapes her nails towards my pelvis and my waking wood.
"I am," I confirm.
"You literally fucked me unconscious."
"You told me to," I remind her.
"Mmm! And you obliged so
very
well," she assures me, lightly stroking her nails through the soft tuft of pubic hair just above my iron-hard shaft. "Compliance will be rewarded. Are you ready to comply?"
"Maybe," I answer, chuckling at the reference. "Are you secretly bent on world domination?"
"One cock at a time," she answers cryptically. Her nails scrape up the top of my shaft and trail delightfully down the underside. Her wrist and forearm smear my precum across the underside of my glans as she reaches her fingers gently around my balls, gripping them and probing lightly at my taint with one fingernail.
The intensity of her touch shocks me. "Oh, shit that feels good," I gasp.
"Are you ready to comply?" She scratches her nails along the ridge of my taint and the pleasure of her touch is almost overwhelming.
"Yes," I breathe raggedly. "Yes, oh. fuck, yes."
"Good boy!" She leans up on one elbow and looks down at me. Her fingernails work their magic. I spread my legs to give her complete and unfettered access. She licks her lips and cocks a naughty, conspiratorial smile at me.
"Tell me a secret."
"Like what," I ask.
"Something naughty!" She stills her fingers; all but one that continues to lightly stroke the ridge of my perineum slowly from front to back. It's excruciatingly pleasurable.
"Hmm, let's see. Something you don't know. That's tough, now that I know you spent so much time spying on me, you naughty girl."
She squeezes my balls gently. "Come on," she coaxes.
"I'm thinking!"
"Think harder," she encourages. She traces one toe up my calf and it comes to me.
"I jacked off in your prom shoes."
"Ooh. Naughty! Before or after?"
"Yes."
"You bad, naughty boy! Whatever possessed you to do that? You got a thing for feet?"
"I've got a thing for
your
feet. They're cute! Plus, I thought..."
"What?"
"It's silly."
"Tell me anyway." She traces her toes up my thigh and scrunches them against my cockhead. Still cupping my balls, she pushes against the root of my cock with the side of her wrist until the flange of my cockhead is wedged between her big and second toes. Both the sight and the sensation are unusually erotic.
"I thought at the time that it would be a hot secret for me to know that the first cum you got on you on prom night would be mine, not Jimmy's"
"You we're so certain I'd get Jimmy's cum on me that night?"
"On or in."
"What kind of a slut did you take me for?"
"The kind I saw riding Jimmy's cock that night," I smirk.
"Fair enough," she allows. She lets go of my erection and slides her foot gently back down my thigh. "It was so hot that you caught us! It made me cum so hard!"
"Me too. Seeing you riding him was all I could think of and I ended up blowing a load in my date's mouth almost as soon as she got it out of my pants."
"I can't imagine you shooting that quickly," she says. "You've always had such admirable stamina."
"Well, I was young and inexperienced with anything other than my own hand. Plus, I'd just seen my step-sister's hot pussy stretched around a huge cock for the first time, so gimme a break."
"Okay," she says and let's go of my cock and balls. "I guess it's my turn, huh?" Her fingernails scrape up my torso and she starts toying with one nipple while she readjusts against me. Her leg slides over mine until her thigh is resting against the underside of my shaft.
"If you like," I say. "I'm listening. You have my undivided attention."
