It is afternoon. A thunderstorm – with flashes of lightning and sheets of rain – is over the city. Our plans to go out are spoiled for the time being. We are stretched out on the bed, reading. You put your book down and roll onto your side, watching me read.

“It sucks that it’s raining,” you say. I nod. “I guess it happens pretty much every afternoon,” you continue. I keep reading. You stare at me and tell me I’m beautiful, I can feel your up to something. I smile. Your dick is starting to get hard. You kiss my forehead. I keep reading. When you kiss my cheek I move my book to one side so I can keep reading. “Really, P,” I say, “you’re being quite a nuisance.” But you can see me trying to hide my smiling.

You sit up next to me. Looking at me lying there – in a tight white t-shirt and panties – makes you want to fuck me pretty badly. You begin running your hand along my stomach. “Listen,” I say, “right now? Really, can’t you just wait?” “But I want you now,” You tell me. “Not now,” I repeat, “you can take care of things yourself once in a while, can’t you?”

A little dejected but a lot hard you pull your dick out, spit into your hand and begin to jack off. You start of  saying, “I’m imagining your lips around my dick. I’m thinking about sliding my cock between your tits – into your pussy. That would be so good.” I continue to read. I can’t help but to look over from time to time, I’m becoming distracted from the pages of my book, and have lost my place, I can  feel my nipples getting hard through my shirt.

“It would be so good right now,” you continue, “to feel your clit against my tongue. To taste your pussy.” I shift a little on the bed – moving my ass a bit – I’m starting to get excited. As you talk to me, I get more and more excited. Your dick is throbbing as you twist and stroke your head.

“I love licking your nipples,” you say, “I love it when you lick them, when we both lick them. That always makes me so excited – feeling our tongues together on your tits.” The first feelings or orgasm are starting – and almost ticklish feeling at the end of you cock., I can always tell when your getting close, when you start breathing hard “I love it when you kiss and lick my neck and shoulders too,” you tell me, “I get so hard when you do that. Sometimes you could almost make me cum just by kissing them.”

I’m trying to appear to be reading but I know you can see a faint flush spreading on my cheeks and throat. Your breathing heavily now. Your orgasm is imminent. “I loved that time in New York when I jerked off on your thigh under the . . .” You don’t finish your sentence. You begin to cum. You point your dick at my face and cum on it.

When it first lands on my chin and bottom lip I’m startled. Then I laugh. “Fucking A, P,” I say, “you’re making a fucking mess.” You don’t say anything but keep cuming. The next strand crosses my mouth and lands on my left cheek. I stick out my tongue and taste it.

The next spurt lands on my nose and the top of my right cheek. The last one, as your body shudders, ends up on my throat. My book is down now and I slide my hand between my legs. “Hmmm,” I say, with your cum on my face and running, “I really like to watch you, when you jerk off, I’m so excited right now.” “I hope so,” you say, as you move between my legs and begin kissing me through my panties. I moan softly as you pull them aside and give my cunt a deep, wet kiss.