Mr. Cleft becomes overwhelmed

You can feel Mr. Cleft's grip getting tighter and tighter on your slim waist. And his large bulge presses harder against your rear with every thrust of your slender hips. After a minute or two you stop playing with the tool and concentrated purely on pushing back and forth against your older neighbour.

It took Mr. Cleft a while to realise that you had actually stopped your own movements and all of the propulsion was actually coming from him. He stopped his groaning suddenly and slowed his thrusts to a steady stop. He just stood there bewildered with his hands placed firmly on your hips wondering what was going on.

"I, er..." stumbled Mr. Cleft as he looks down at your cute eighteen year-old body.

"I think we did it!" you exclaim proudly with a smile as you turn back to face the reddened married man. "See, I told you I could handle your tool."

Slowly you straighten up, making sure to keep your perfect ass pressed back against Mr. Cleft all the time. His hands remain on your waist as you do and he holds you in place while you stand just in front of him.

After what probably seemed like minutes to him, Mr. Cleft was still stood holding onto your hips. You were also still pressed back against his swelling and even started wiggling your bare ass a bit.

"Oh, erm... Sorry, Joy." he said eventually as he removed his hands from your young body.

"That's OK, Mr. Cleft." you say sweetly. "You have such a strong grip. It was very helpful when I was playing with your tool. I don't know what might have happened if you hadn't been right behind me."

Several thoughts immediately rush through Mr. Cleft's mind as he thinks about what he would have liked to have happened. As the ideas pass through his head Mr. Cleft remembers his current state of undress, as well your own rather 'simple' outfit. He thinks about the way your bare ass was pushed so hard against his crotch and how his stiff lump fit so perfectly between your ass cheeks.

The ideas were too much for the older man and he suddenly became a little unsteady. He stumbled back and balanced himself on the side of the bath. His face was all red and he was obviously very flustered by his situation. It brought you great satisfaction knowing this was your doing.

"Oh, Mr. Cleft!" you cry, faking concern. "Are you OK?"

You immediately move over to your neighbour and sit astride his lap with your legs either side. "You look so hot! Here, let me cool you down."

Before Mr. Cleft can even react to you spreading your legs either side of him, you lift the bottom or your little tank top and begin to fan him with it. Your chest is about level with his eye line and every raise of your top is revealing more and more of your firm torso.