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“Please leave,” Julie continued to plead.

Looking straight into her **** eyes, I calmly said, “Julie, give me your clothes.”

I could see the obvious look cross her face. The words spat out a split second later. “You’re fucking crazy,” she whispered as she dried her hands on the towel. “There’s no way I can do that. My husband’s in the other room!” I could see the faint light of realization sparkle in her eye, as she comprehended my request more fully.

“You did say anything, didn’t you? You give me your clothes, and I go out this back door …” I brushed the back of my hand along the swell of her tee shirt, bringing the tender nipple to tenting erection. I teased the other one to equal proportions. “… And …” Julie hung precariously on my deliberate pause, “then you masturbate for me as I watch through the window.”

Julie’s eyes lit up with a mischievous fire as the image danced in her mind. I could tell by her squirming legs, that the idea was wetting her loins. A momentary lapse caused her to question, “How am I to get past my husband without any clothes on?”

“Think of it like … streaking!” I held out my hand to collect my garments. Without hesitation, Julie crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her tee shirt. She pulled upwards exposing her ripe, luscious tits to my view once again. It took everything I had not to grab and suck on them. With the shirt turned inside out, she placed it on my open palm. She pushed down the waistband of her running shorts and stepped out of them once they reached her ankles. Julie had removed her undergarments since our fucking session in the bathroom, so now she stood completely naked in the kitchen as she handed me her shorts.

My suspicions were confirmed when my nose inhaled the aroused aroma emanating from the damp crotch of her shorts. She was definitely excited!

“Here! Now go! You promised!” Julie practically pushed me out the door.

I made my way back around to the kitchen and lightly tapped on the window, reminding Julie of her next obligation. Julie jumped, slightly startled at the noise, and sat back on the kitchen island. She wasted no time in pinching her already hard nipples. She twisted each one vigorously, tugging it as she did so. Within minutes, she had a hand sliding down to her pussy, spreading her lips open for me to see. Her long finger gently parted the folds, exposing the light pink flesh inside. She slid the finger up, coating her love button with the juices she had accumulated. Moments later she was concentrating her efforts on, and around the hooded pleasure center. She met my eyes once more, before her body froze. Her legs quivered slightly before she jammed three fingers into her pussy. Once her fingers were buried to their hilt, she pistoned them in and out at a furious pace, biting her lip to stifle her moans.

Her breathing began to slow as she recovered. Her hand slowed to a luxurious pace, before finally pulling out. A glazed, contented look covered her face as she tried to regain her composure. She looked around the room and nervously weighed her options on how to get past her husband. He was in the other room, and there was no way she could make it past him without being seen.

I opted to offer her a chance to escape unseen. I quickly circled the house, thrusting her shorts and tee in my jacket. Knowing her husband was in the front room, I knocked on the door, expecting him to get out of the chair to answer it. That would give Julie the opportunity to slip by unnoticed.

Julie did just as I had planned, quickly running up the steps and into her room. Her husband was just entering the foyer.