Page 36 of Just the Tipsy
I go to shimmy off my panties, but he makes a sound.
“Let me see those panties from the back,” he says, his hand resting on his cock but not stroking.
I do as he says and get on my knees, showing my ass toward the camera. Despite what that asshole styling assistant said, my ass doesn’t need re-shaping.
The quiethmmof pleasure that he lets out makes me look over my shoulder at him. He’s hypnotized, his hand gripping the bulge in his shorts.
“Now take them off,” he says.
His clear pleasure at seeing my ass boosts my confidence and I make a show of slipping my panties off. I toss them aside, sitting down again. I keep my thighs pressed together, though.
“I want to see you,” I say. I’ve felt his cock against my ass before, but seeing it is different.
He tugs off his shorts, then his boxers, andoh.His cock is thick, the kind of thickness I’ve searched for when buying toys. He grips it at the base, running a thumb up the underside. I want to burn this image of him in my mind forever — stretched out, relaxed, cock hard and body strong-looking.
“Show me what you do with both of those. Nice and slow,” he says.
I grab my vibrator first, parting my legs and turning it on the lowest setting. I suck in a breath when I touch it to one lip, sliding it though the wetness that’s already pooling at my entrance. My pussy clenches and I let my head fall back onto my pillows.
“Spread your legs more. I need to see how wet you are,” he says, his voice intense but low.
I do as he says before I can even think about it, like he’s flipped a switch in me. The toy is quiet, so the vibrations against my wetness feel loud in my quiet room.
“Taste yourself.” He strokes his cock up and down even faster, his thumb brushing across the tip. “You tasted so fucking good the other day and now I wish I could taste you again.”
I dip my fingers into my wetness. I’ve never tasted myself, but I do it, plunging my fingers into my mouth. The act feels so dirty in the best way.
“So good, princess,” he murmurs, sliding his hand over the tip of his cock. “Look how hard you’ve made me.”
I can’t keep my eyes off his cock. My pussy clenches, feeling too empty, so I grab my dildo too. I’m wet enough so that it slides right into me. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes from me, and the flare of arousal in his eyes makes me want to do it again.
I shift the angle of my body to hit my g-spot. Usually I stick it to the wall with the suction cup at the bottom and push back against it, but this works too.
“Fuck,” he says, his abs flexing. A pink flush is making its way up his chest to his face, his glasses askew. “This is torture, not being inside you.”
“I wish you were here with me,” I say. Even though I’m about to come, I still wish it was him getting me there. His big, warm hands all over my body. The way he talks to me that makes me feel safe but desired.
“Soon,” he says, his breath hitching. “You going to come, princess?”
I nod. If I make a sound, I’ll break the spell.
“I’ll come with you,” Waylon says, his breathing heavy. “Let go for me.”
I clench around the dildo, savoring the fullness and imagining it was him. The thought of his big body over mine, his beautiful cock inside me, pushes me over the edge. I come with a full body shudder, forcing myself to keep my eyes open to see him. His hand pumps up and down his cock faster and faster until his hips jerk and he comes all over his stomach with a soft groan.
Both of us lay there, breathing hard. I’m lightheaded. My pussy is still pulsing. I feel like I’ve just knocked something loose in my brain. Waylon looks just as dazed.
“Bucket list item, done,” he says with a lazy smile.
“Yeah, definitely,” I manage to say, pressing myself up.
“Maybe we can try a few more things soon,” he says. Duke bark-howls in the background and Waylon glances over at him. “I need to go, but talk to you soon?”
“Yeah, soon,” I say.
He waves and ends the call. I grab my phone from the tripod. It takes me a long, long time to get the energy to get up and think about anything but Waylon.
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