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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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“I have the kids until noon on Christmas day and then Bruce picks them,” arrived a text on my phone from Natasha a week before Christmas.“Jessie has my kids on Christmas day and I pick them on Boxing Day,” was my reply, “Do you want to hang out after Bruce picks the kids up?”Natasha and I had been friends for a few years. Natasha was separated and single. I was also divorced, but engaged to be married. However, my spouse and I lived in different states and she spent Christmas with her family while I had to be home to spend Christmas with mine.It wasn’t unusual for Natasha and I to hang out together. I had helped her decorate her house for the holidays a few weeks earlier.“Better than being by myself on Christmas Day,” was the text response from Natasha. At least neither of us would have to endure Christmas Day alone.Christmas Day arrived and I called my children to wish them Merry Christmas and talk about all the Santa gifts they had received, but that only took a few minutes out of my morning. By mid-afternoon, I was looking forward to some company when I arrived at Natasha’s.“Merry Christmas!”We each exchanged season’s greetings and shared a friendly hug. I had brought along wine and dessert. I smelled the warm traditional scent of turkey baking in the oven.Natasha and spent the next few hours, chatting easily about this and that, but mostly about relationships – both her lack of a relationship or the shitty updates of her never-ending divorce from Bruce. I, in turn, shared the drama and challenges of my long-distance relationship.“2022 is going to be the year I’m going to get altıparmak escort a man!” proclaimed Natasha raising a glass of red wine. “I can’t stand sleeping alone with nothing but my vibrator any longer.”Natasha was a slim and very attractive brunette, though she wasn’t the type to dress up. She was a health care professional and was comfortable lounging around the house in yoga pants or scrubs. Despite being a holiday, she still wore her typical attire of yoga pants and a hoodie. She didn’t even have to try, and she was still sexy as all hell.“I’ve seen your Tinder account,” I reminded her, “You’ve got a lineup of good-looking dudes to choose from. I don’t understand why this is a problem.”“I know, but none of them are really my type,” she lamented. “I want a man who is rugged and rough, like a fisherman or a construction worker. Someone who comes through the door all dirty and smelly and rips off my clothes and fucks me in the kitchen.”That was the opposite of what I represented; however, the red wine was liberating our conversation and we retreated to the living room where she had a huge sectional sofa in front of big-screen television playing the fireplace channel.“I’d love to help you with that problem of yours,” I offered half-jokingly.“I’m not sure Marcy would agree to that I’m afraid,” not dismissing my offer outright but respectful of my fiancée, “but if a year from now, I still haven’t got a man, you can fuck me next Christmas.”I felt a warm tingle grow between my legs at the compromise proposal. görükle escort bayan Knowing it was complete bullshit, I readily agreed to her terms.“I brought you something,” I said changing the subject and handing her a small, wrapped gift.She opened the tiny parcel. It was a small container and inside were a couple of joints.“How did you know what I really wanted!” Natasha laughed sarcastically as she thanked me. “Should we do a few hits outside?”On the freezing cold deck under a light Christmas snowfall, we lit one up and shared a few tokes to keep us warm and bring on more holiday cheer.We returned to the living room to continue our conversation.I asked her in a serious tone, “What does your vibrator look like?”The giggles then set in as she tried to air-draw a picture of her vibrator using her pointer finger. “How big is this thing,” I started to laugh myself as she exaggerated the size and shape of her favorite toy.Before long, the two of us were laughing so hard there were tears in our eyes. She just kept trying to draw the vibrator with more precision and each time I would say something silly like, “Is it like banana?….no, no, no… it’s like the State of Florida…?” We couldn’t stop laughing.Eventually, she got up from the sofa and ran upstairs. She returned and presented the very vibrator she was attempting to describe. It was a modestly sized cock-shaped dildo with soft rubber tip and an on-off switch at the base.Our laughing had subsided enough for me to ask another question, “Where do you prefer to press that tip against…” I started to laugh again and forced out the end of the question. ”…on the G spot or….[hahaha]…or the C spot?” using the fingers to scribe the G and the C in the air.A split second later we were out of control again busting our guts in laughter.Natasha then tried to show me how she uses it as she still was unable to speak. She spread her legs across the sofa laughing the whole time and facing me. She pressed the rubber nub against her yoga pant-covered crotch moving her wrist up and down as she tried to explain, in vain, how she liked to use it.“Does it make a lot of noise?” I asked between breaths.“It – not so much…” She giggled in reply as she switched it on, “but me…I’m not so quiet.”The vibrator started humming and she continued rubbing it against herself.The mood in the room then inexplicably did a complete reversal. The giggles between us stopped and her facial expression changed. The toy was having some effect on her and upon noticing this, it had a similar effect on me too. Still stoned by this time, we both became seriously and strangely interested in this new erotically charged discussion.“Does that feel good?” I interrupted in a softer tone. She didn’t stop moving her wrist up and down dragging the vibrating head along the seam of the Lycra material.“It doesn’t feel bad,” she admitted more sheepishly. The toy kept humming away. “Does this turn you on? Be honest.”Fair question I thought to myself and surprised she hadn’t noticed the bulge forming in my jeans. I turned to face her putting my own knee onto the sofa and offering a more complete perspective.“Ah, I see you have a little issue developing there,” she teased me.“And what if I do?”“You could show me.”A nervous shiver of excitement shot through my body. My cock hardened fully and the bulge featured more prominently.“If I show you,” I propositioned, “you have to do the same.”
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