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you."
"You're crazy but okay. Just don't tell anybody," Curtis replied.
Clumsily he put the bra on, which looked rather comical as expected- the band was tight but the cups sagged limp and empty. He grabbed himself, teasing the pale purple head of his manhood between his fingers.
"Go ahead," Liz urged him, "I insist." She'd seen him masturbate many times before and found it extremely erotic. She loved being able to see the way the skin of his cock moved as he stroked it, the manner in which his testicles jostled between his thighs, the way his breathing changed through out the entire process, the final sexual release as he moaned and climaxed on himself.
She found it an exhilarating experience to watch and as much as she liked to — and did — join in on many cases- her days with Curtis sexually were just about over as far as she was concerned. Granted, a few drinks might change that, but it was just a matter of time until that ship sailed. She couldn't be betrayed and still love the betrayer.
She began to sway, much as she imagined a stripper would, had she ever really seen one in action. She swayed left and right and twirled a few times. She cupped her breast in her hands and made to approach Curtis, watching him play with himself the entire time. An older man may have caught on to what she was doing but Curtis was young and — frankly — oblivious.
"Whose cock is that?" Liz asked teasingly as she lifted a leg onto a chair, exposing her sex. She ran her fingers across it teasingly.
"Yours," Curtis said breathily, eyeing Liz like a hawk ready to dive. "Get on me."
"Not yet," she demurred, "You've got to get my cock a little bigger first. Then... maybe I will let you taste me."
Curtis quickened his pace on his shaft, and Liz could see a bead of moisture form on his head and was tempted to lick it off, but knew it wasn't right to do. Curtis reached down with his other hand and fondled his smoothly shaven testicles. She could tell he was close to climaxing and knew now was the time to help him finish.
"Imagine your hot come all over my tits," she moaned squeezing them together, "I am."
It got the expected response. He tilted his head back and pumped himself furiously. His eyes began to close from the self-created passion.
Quickly Liz grabbed her phone and, without Curtis being able to see her, took several pictures of her fiancé naked in a bra coming all over himself. Her task completed, she returned to the bathroom to get her clothes back on. As she pulled her shirt back on she shouted out through the door, "Are you decent?"
Without waiting for an answer, she went out and tossed her dress for the night over her arm.
The ride over to Daytona Beach, though long, was uneventful. Curtis drove too fast and Liz napped, as had become their custom when they travelled. Perhaps ominously, they'd never been much for conversation, though Liz did have to admit that they had talked more often and about a greater variety of subjects when they'd first been dating. Now she thought they more just tolerated each other for the most part with the only real chemistry left to them being that which they shared sexually.
They got over to the oceanfront resort where the formal was being held around 2:30 in the afternoon. Liz saw a few cars she recognized as those of her clique, but was pretty sure that they were among the first of the crowd to arrive.
Setting Curtis to check them in and get their luggage — mostly hers — up to their room, Liz set about heading to the top floor where the event was to be held to check things out. It was a great room which fronted the sea on two sides.
As expected, her good friend and sorority sister Claire was there running through the final arrangements for the annual video and picture gallery, which would be played right after the formal dinner concluded but before the following brief award ceremony and ceremonial parting words
"You're crazy but okay. Just don't tell anybody," Curtis replied.
Clumsily he put the bra on, which looked rather comical as expected- the band was tight but the cups sagged limp and empty. He grabbed himself, teasing the pale purple head of his manhood between his fingers.
"Go ahead," Liz urged him, "I insist." She'd seen him masturbate many times before and found it extremely erotic. She loved being able to see the way the skin of his cock moved as he stroked it, the manner in which his testicles jostled between his thighs, the way his breathing changed through out the entire process, the final sexual release as he moaned and climaxed on himself.
She found it an exhilarating experience to watch and as much as she liked to — and did — join in on many cases- her days with Curtis sexually were just about over as far as she was concerned. Granted, a few drinks might change that, but it was just a matter of time until that ship sailed. She couldn't be betrayed and still love the betrayer.
She began to sway, much as she imagined a stripper would, had she ever really seen one in action. She swayed left and right and twirled a few times. She cupped her breast in her hands and made to approach Curtis, watching him play with himself the entire time. An older man may have caught on to what she was doing but Curtis was young and — frankly — oblivious.
"Whose cock is that?" Liz asked teasingly as she lifted a leg onto a chair, exposing her sex. She ran her fingers across it teasingly.
"Yours," Curtis said breathily, eyeing Liz like a hawk ready to dive. "Get on me."
"Not yet," she demurred, "You've got to get my cock a little bigger first. Then... maybe I will let you taste me."
Curtis quickened his pace on his shaft, and Liz could see a bead of moisture form on his head and was tempted to lick it off, but knew it wasn't right to do. Curtis reached down with his other hand and fondled his smoothly shaven testicles. She could tell he was close to climaxing and knew now was the time to help him finish.
"Imagine your hot come all over my tits," she moaned squeezing them together, "I am."
It got the expected response. He tilted his head back and pumped himself furiously. His eyes began to close from the self-created passion.
Quickly Liz grabbed her phone and, without Curtis being able to see her, took several pictures of her fiancé naked in a bra coming all over himself. Her task completed, she returned to the bathroom to get her clothes back on. As she pulled her shirt back on she shouted out through the door, "Are you decent?"
Without waiting for an answer, she went out and tossed her dress for the night over her arm.
The ride over to Daytona Beach, though long, was uneventful. Curtis drove too fast and Liz napped, as had become their custom when they travelled. Perhaps ominously, they'd never been much for conversation, though Liz did have to admit that they had talked more often and about a greater variety of subjects when they'd first been dating. Now she thought they more just tolerated each other for the most part with the only real chemistry left to them being that which they shared sexually.
They got over to the oceanfront resort where the formal was being held around 2:30 in the afternoon. Liz saw a few cars she recognized as those of her clique, but was pretty sure that they were among the first of the crowd to arrive.
Setting Curtis to check them in and get their luggage — mostly hers — up to their room, Liz set about heading to the top floor where the event was to be held to check things out. It was a great room which fronted the sea on two sides.
As expected, her good friend and sorority sister Claire was there running through the final arrangements for the annual video and picture gallery, which would be played right after the formal dinner concluded but before the following brief award ceremony and ceremonial parting words
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