Mack Daddy(73)

Damn.

“I’m glad I didn’t know that at the time.” Pressing my erection into her, I said, “Tell me more though.”

“Actually, I have a confession. I think you’ll appreciate it,” she said.

“Is this gonna require us having to abandon our shit to head to my car?”

“Maybe.”

“I can only hope so.” I kissed her then spoke low over her mouth, “Say what you were gonna say.”

She bit her lip. “One time…I stole a pair of your boxers and put them on. I masturbated in them until I came.”

“Are you screwing with me?”

“No.”

“That’s f*cking hot. What else did you do, you little deviant?”

“I’d touch myself in your bed when you’d go away to D.C.”

“No shit? I could’ve sworn I smelled you on my sheets sometimes.”

“Yup. That was me. I would get off just from your scent. I’d pretend you were with me, and I’d come, sometimes multiple times rolling around in your sheets.”

“You’re killing me right now. Tell me more.”

“One time, we were watching TV, and you fell asleep next to me. Your shoulder was only barely touching mine. But I started to rub my clit right next to you while you were sleeping.”

“Holy shit. And I had no clue. Damn girl, you were like a chronic masturbator back then.”

Her cheeks were turning pink. “I was.”

“I missed all of that. We need to rectify it. I want to live out that boxer fantasy.”

“Maybe later we will.”

Looking around before placing my hands on her ass and squeezing it hard, I said, “No. I don’t think it can wait.”

Frankie’s eyes practically bugged out of her head. “Here?”

I kissed her neck then reached for a pair of my underwear that was in the batch already folded in our basket. “Yes. I want you to put on my boxers, and I want to watch you getting yourself off right next to me. Except I’m not gonna be asleep like a fool. I’m gonna watch every second while I rub one off and come right along with you.”

“And where are we supposed to do that here?”

“We’re pretty good at making due in supply closets. That one right over there is open. The dude who’s working is too busy playing on his phone. He won’t even notice us in there.”

She was adamant. “I can’t.”

“I’ll tell you what, if it has a lock, then we do it. If it doesn’t, we wait until we get home.”

I walked over to check and found that it did have a lock. With a goofy smile on my face, I gave her a thumbs-up.

Returning to her, I smiled. “Bingo!”

“He’s looking right over at us. I can’t do it.”

Scratching my chin, I said, “Hang on.”

She watched as I walked over to the attendant and had a brief conversation with him.

“What did you just do?” she asked upon my return.

“I slipped him a fifty. He agreed to let us go upstairs to his apartment.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m helping the economy.”

“You’re helping the economy by watching me masturbate in your underwear in some strange man’s bed?”

“I told him we’d been apart for eight years and needed a place to be alone so that we could have sex for the first time.”

“He thinks we haven’t had sex yet?”

“It’s just a minor detail. I figured he’d be more likely to go for it.”

I grabbed a towel before leading her up a steep stairwell to the stranger’s apartment. We walked through the dated kitchen until we found the bedroom. I placed the towel down over the bed, knowing that would make her feel better.

“Take off your pants.” I playfully threw the gray boxers at her. “Show me how you used to get off in these.”

She slowly removed her underwear, showcasing the * I’d shaved bare just last night. My mouth watered as she then slipped my boxers up her slim thighs.

“Lie back on the bed.”

Frankie bent her head back and closed her eyes as she slipped her two fingers through the crotch opening and began to move them around in a small circular motion. Wanting to just soak it in for a few minutes, I pretended to be a voyeur looking in on an act that I wasn’t meant to witness. I’d taken off my shirt but just stood there with my jeans still covering my full erection. My hands were on my waist as I specifically forced myself to resist the need to interfere. The reward would be so much greater that way.

When I started to notice the wetness seeping through the fabric of the boxers she was wearing, it became impossible to restrain myself. Unbuckling, I let my pants fall to the ground before stepping out of them and walking slowly toward her.

She wriggled her hips as she continued to get herself off. Standing at the edge of the bed, I began to stroke my slick cock just inches away from her, my gaze fixated on the motion of her fingers and the slight whimpers of pleasure coming from her mouth.

As she watched me jerking off, she licked her lips and rubbed herself even faster. Feeling like I was going to come, I let go of my cock and walked over to the foot of the bed before crawling toward her. The only thing better than the site of her pleasuring herself in my underwear was being able to slide them down her legs and taste the fruit of her arousal.