Tell her to take them off

“Take your jeans off,” I tell her after unclenching my jaw. Mindy slows, looking less sure of the situation. “They are chaffing me.” Her uncertainty shifts to concern. She unhooks her ankles and slides down my thighs, revealing the reddening shaft. She Slowly backs away a little more and more, witnessing the length of it for the first time.

“S-sorry...” the ridge of the helmet comes into view. “Oh!” She gasps as my cock springs upright, flicking across the gusset of her jeans. She stands, hands hesitating briefly, then unbuttons her pants, mesmerized by the rod that is throbbing for her. She slides them off, then straddles my lap in lavender, cotton panties. She puts her hands on my shoulders and slides forward, pinning my angry boner between my abdomen and her panty-clad pussy. Instead of grinding down, she begins grinding forward and upward. I let loose a groan at the soft, warm press of pillowed cotton on the sensitive underside of my dick. This feels so much better. She keeps watching my cock, lifting herself up higher each time to grind against it’s entirety. Her breasts sway pleasantly with each rise and fall.

I rest my hands on her bare thighs. Her panties are soaking through with her juices. Her open mouth releases a continuous moan. The illusion of Victoria starts to fade, giving way to a lusty mother who is eager to end a long dry spell, momentarily ignoring the complicated feelings she might have later. She looks focused on, if not obsessed with, what is happening between out bodies. She furrows her brow and moans, losing herself in her own sensations. I wonder if she is avoiding looking at me on purpose.

She grinds against me harder for a bit, then stops, hooking her panties with her finger and pulling them to the side. When she presses her labia against my cock, the immediate pleasure of skin-on-skin makes us groan together. She watches as my cock gets slick and the sawing motion parts her lips wider.

She raises herself high enough for the nub of her clit to pop forward. The hooded, rubbery organ softly catching on the tip of my glans on her next descent. She gasps, reversing her direction to do it again. She switched to gyrating her pelvis to feel her clit fold down, then sprung free of my cock head several times in a row. Her gasps give way to an “Oooo” when precum beads up from my tiny slit, only to be smeared away by the next flick of her clit.

Mindy and I are breathing fast. She finally look at me directly and slows down. She looks me from eye to eye, then asks, “How many women...have you slept with?” Inwardly I cringe. This is not the ideal time to have the responsible sexual history conversation, and I don’t have a condom on me...and she probably doesn’t either.