Delectable Deviants

The fucks they shared had become more and more daring, exploring so many kinks, fantasies and taboos. Yet she knew he was holding something back. It itched at her. Until he texted to tell her to come over after work.

Throughout the afternoon she wondered what it could be, this aspect which he held back, despite the danger and sin they had shared.

She made her way to his room to find him clean shaven, in a dark wig. Blouse and tie. Short skirt. His legs and cock clean shaven. She didn’t know what to say.

He held her gaze, part way daring and part way unsure, slowly lifted the skirt and started to tease his cock through his knickers. She saw him hardening under the white cotton. Such uncertainty, he couldn’t judge her reaction, but despite the knots in his stomach, the sheer show and naughtiness was making him throb against his touch.

He pulled his knickers aside and started to play for her, teasing back his foreskin and smoothing the sticky pre-cum all over it. He wanted to push himself. Wanted the moment when the moment seized her and she couldn’t help but wrap her hand around him, finish him off, tell him all the things going through her mind. He wondered if she’d lift her own skirt and play. Still she say there. The more he started to worry. But still there was a glimmer in the tension that drove him on.

As he got closer he beckoned her over. She didn’t move. He couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to. He started to cum .. hard ,.. all over his fingers, his back cotton knickers, his pretty skirt. He scooped some of the spunk and started to finger his arse, pushing his climax further still. Still she watched. And then left.

He lay back. Glowing. Afraid that he’d thrown the relationship away. But something about it made him cum so hard.

He tried phoning her. She wasn’t answering. She didn’t for the rest of the night.

She lay in bed, trying to process what she’d just seen. Challenging herself. Whether this was too much. Whether she wanted to stay with him. What else had he done within this ‘secret’.

And the more she though, she surprised herself with just how wet she’d gotten. Until the moment her hand brushed over her knickers and she couldn’t help but tease.