Playing possum

Gunnar played possum as Gia studied him. With each passing second she seemed to become more hypnotized and anxious, until at last she broke away. There was a small washroom adjoining the room, and Gia shut herself in.

Gunnar regretted her no longer being right beside him -- but then it occurred to him that if he shut his eyes and concentrated, he could pick up not only Gia's thoughts but her senses as well. In the darkness behind his eyelids, he began to see Gia looking at herself in the washroom mirror, clearly flustered.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," her thoughts complained. "I'm not a shallow superficial girl, I'm not some sort of size queen, it's just that ... DAMN! A woman would have to be blind not to notice the SIZE of him ... and it's just NATURAL to ... wonder ... "

She wondered, all right. Gunnar held his breath as he sensed Gia slipping her hand down to her steamy moist vulva. As she sawed and diddled away with one hand, she got her blouse buttons opened with the other. Gunnar was pleased to see a very nice lacy bra, and was even more appreciative when it snapped open in the front. Gia DID have pink nipples after all, and her free breast looked even bigger sprung from its lacy prison. Then he gasped as he remote-saw her heft her soft round large breast high enough for her to suck on her own sweet pink nipple while she kept masturbating.

He shook his head. It was too much. He flung his sheet aside and stroked his pole furiously.

He felt a bit sad for Gia, for she hit a faint tremor and decided she was satisfied. It was nowhere near the slam-band of full orgasm that Gunnar was sure she was capable of, and yet she was settling for it.

And too soon, because she recollected herself and stepped out of the washroom, only for the spill of light to reveal Gunnar's own self-diddling.

"Mr. Hart ... !" Gia said in shock ... and then went to the wall and turned on the main light. She was shocked, yes, but she was also duly impressed, and Gunnar loved the way her mind cried out "OH GOD THAT IS JUST TOO HOT" as his cock pulsed and let go of a load that Gunnar personally felt quite startling. He pumped and pumped, but all the while worried: I really have THAT much bodily fluid to spare!?

"Mr. Hart, you really shouldn't ... play with yourself." He resisted the temptation to accuse her in kind. "Now I'll have to ... clean this all up." And true to her word, she got a basin with warm water and a moist washcloth.