KRISTEN

I knew she had a sly plan when I heard her ask, “Have you ever fantasized about watching me pleasure myself?”

What I didn't expect was to get restricted from using my hands.

Her boobs were larger than I remembered, the soft plums a beautiful feast to my eyes. I could see the smooth flesh of her inner thighs and the desire swarming her brown irises.

"Go there," she ordered, pointing to a couch in the corner of the room. "And take off those obstructions."

In a haze of desire, and lust—I couldn't tell one from the other—I rose to my feet and shrugged off my trousers. The shirt...