Laura gets handy

“You know what I like?” Laura asks, sitting down on her four-poster bed. “A guy that does the right thing.”

“Hey! That’s me,” you say, pointing at yourself with delight.

“They’re in short supply these days,” she smiles, the bags under her eyes speaking of exhaustion. She beckons for you to come closer, though the action is slow, as if she’s still judging you, cautious.

A hand of hers slips under your shirt to find your chest. Her hand rests there, seeming to magnetically draw you closer in, and you step towards her, looking down at her almond eyes.

“What do you have in mind?” you ask, placing a hand on her shoulders, beginning to ease off her vest.

“It’s not what you’re hoping for,” she says, hooking her fingers into your pants. With a quick move, she’s pulled them down, and then an upwards pull of her hands gets rid of your shirt, too. “I’m beat after that shift tonight, and not looking for that kind of casual sex. Not after what just happened.”

“I get it,” you say, because you do.

You pull off her shirt, leaving her top clad in only a pale white bra. You hesitate as you’re about to remove it.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to make you that gun shy,” she laughs, undoing her bra with a slip of her fingers. “Anything with hands is good tonight. I want to see what you can do with just your hands.”

With that, she curls her fingers around your cock, slipping it out of your boxers. She begins to stroke its length with the edge of her thumb, something just rough enough to make you ache for more. You’re hard in moments.

You get busy playing with her tits, rubbing circles around her breasts, pinching and prodding at her fat nipples. She seems to find your efforts at least a little stimulating, because they come erect too, standing out of her chest like twin erasers. You pay special attention to her areola, knowing that they can be sensitive, and earn yourself a low gasp and a smirk from her.

“Very good. Now move on down,” she says, giving your cock a firm squeeze.

She reaches over to one of her drawers by the bed and gets some lube, heaping it generously onto your cock as she begins to work your length, using her hand to guide you onto the bed from your standing position. Laying by her side, you gain easy access to her pussy, slipping one finger into her. You take your time in its shallow reaches, getting a feel for her slick walls, enjoying the way that she strokes you off. Her smooth motions, the way she cups your balls, the barest hint of nail that she uses, all of it tells you of the experience that she must have.

“There we go,” Laura sighs, tossing her hair back as you finally begin to push deeper into her, your index finger now fully extended inside her cunt.

“Damn, that’s good,” you say as she accelerates her pace, going fast over your cock, gripping it tight.

“You guys all like it the same,” she laughs, giving your member another hard squeeze, still not letting up on the pace. “Faster is better, huh?”

You’ve inserted another finger into her, her pussy surprisingly tight, seemingly barely able to accommodate even just this additional finger.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you say, “I can only imagine…”

“Someday soon, if you keep up the good work,” she smiles.

She ups the ante again, bringing you right up to the edge. You feel yourself about to cum, when she suddenly squeezes the base of your cock, halting the orgasm right there, as if suspending it.

“You’re not cumming until you make me cum first,” she says, giving you a sharp grin. “But don’t worry. I’m not like some girls—you don’t need magic hands to do the job.”

“What, I’m not the best you’ve ever had?” you mock-complain.

“You’ve got the right attitude,” she says, “just lacking some of the finer techniques.’

You keep up what you’re doing, listening to the minor hitches in her breath whenever you do something good, and you eventually figure out a way to twist your fingers that really seems to hit the right spot.

“That’s perfect,” she exhales, and you keep it up for a second or two more, before she breaks down in minor shudders.

And just like that, her hand is off to the races again, jacking you off fast it ever was. You’re still so close to the brink that you find yourself cumming only seconds later too, a rush of electricity flowing down to your cock and spurting out, splattering all over her tits. The sight is something that even Michelangelo couldn’t sculpt, perfect pearly white beads dripping all over her breasts, the joy of the orgasm still clamoring through your mind.

“You really aimed it there?” you laugh, the sight really tickling you for some reason.

“I thought you deserved the finish,” she smiles, giving your cock one final tug.