waistband of his shorts. Nikki’s eyes were firmly fixed on the bulge there, which had grown noticeably more prominent. Just as it seemed that he was going to reveal what he had hidden inside them, at the last second he lifted his right leg and removed his shoe and sock instead.
Nikki pouted her bottom lip in a mock display of disappointment, crossed her arms, and pretended to sulk. ‘Not fair.’
‘All good things come to those who wait,’ he told her. He then took off his left shoe and sock, so that the shorts were the only remaining item on his body. Before slipping them off, he stroked the sizeable bulge that had appeared in the front of them with his right hand. Nikki watched the hand, transfixed. His strong fingers rubbed up and down until the bulge grew even more and began to twitch around, pressing against the tight material. Suddenly, he whipped off his shorts and his impressive hard-on sprang out. Nikki’s hand shot up to her mouth as she tried to suppress a giggle. It all felt so unbelievably naughty: to be stuck in a private jet high above the Atlantic, being treated to a private striptease. It was all a million miles away from her recently humdrum life.
To her delight, Matt’s cock didn’t disappoint. While it wasn’t quite as long as the one in her dream, it was still a pretty impressive size. It was also deliciously thick. Matt swayed his hips enticingly and Nikki beckoned him to step towards her. He did so obligingly. Nikki reached a hand forward and brushed her index finger against the very tip of his penis. It pulsed and danced around. She then traced it along the length of his cock. As she reached his pubes, she grasped his firm balls. She longed to kiss his dick. To run it around her lips, take it deep in her mouth, then suck him off until he exploded, just as she had done in her dream. Displaying a huge amount of self-control, she fought back the urge. She wasn’t quite as brazen as her dream alter-ego. She was determined not to give in to her desires just yet, at least not until she had found out a little more about what life was like on the island. Letting go of him, a thought crossed her mind as to how she might still be able to indulge in a bit of pleasure without going the whole hog.
‘Would you masturbate for me?’ she asked.
‘With pleasure,’ he replied.
Stepping back, Matt took his penis in his left hand and began to stroke his foreskin, keeping his eyes firmly trained upon Nikki the whole time. She watched fascinated, surprised at how much his performance thrilled her. As his tempo gradually increased, she felt herself growing more and more excited. She imagined him losing control, darting forward, ripping the clothes from her body, and plunging his cock deep inside her. A tiny bead of precome oozed from his penis. Nikki held up her hand. ‘Stop.’
Matt had to call upon every ounce of his self- control to do as he was bid. Nikki then gestured for him to step forward. As he did so, she touched the tip of his penis with her forefinger. Very quickly, it became sticky with his juice. She ran the digit around the end of his cock, then lifted it to her mouth to taste him. As she licked the delightful nectar from the tip of her finger, his cock throbbed and dribbled even more of the lovely liquid.
‘You’re close to coming, aren’t you?’
‘Fairly,’ he responded, hoarsely.
‘Go ahead then,’ she said.
Matt stepped away from her and took hold of himself once more. His hand moved much quicker this time until his cock looked fit to burst. Nikki ached to touch herself. She longed to lift up her skirt, pull her panties aside and slip a finger into her pussy. Though she was fairly sure Matt wouldn’t mind, she refrained from doing so. Instead, she concentrated on enjoying the show.
Matt’s breathing had become noticeably shallower and he was pumping his cock furiously. When he finally climaxed he did so spectacularly, blasting out streams of white come. Nikki revelled in
Nikki pouted her bottom lip in a mock display of disappointment, crossed her arms, and pretended to sulk. ‘Not fair.’
‘All good things come to those who wait,’ he told her. He then took off his left shoe and sock, so that the shorts were the only remaining item on his body. Before slipping them off, he stroked the sizeable bulge that had appeared in the front of them with his right hand. Nikki watched the hand, transfixed. His strong fingers rubbed up and down until the bulge grew even more and began to twitch around, pressing against the tight material. Suddenly, he whipped off his shorts and his impressive hard-on sprang out. Nikki’s hand shot up to her mouth as she tried to suppress a giggle. It all felt so unbelievably naughty: to be stuck in a private jet high above the Atlantic, being treated to a private striptease. It was all a million miles away from her recently humdrum life.
To her delight, Matt’s cock didn’t disappoint. While it wasn’t quite as long as the one in her dream, it was still a pretty impressive size. It was also deliciously thick. Matt swayed his hips enticingly and Nikki beckoned him to step towards her. He did so obligingly. Nikki reached a hand forward and brushed her index finger against the very tip of his penis. It pulsed and danced around. She then traced it along the length of his cock. As she reached his pubes, she grasped his firm balls. She longed to kiss his dick. To run it around her lips, take it deep in her mouth, then suck him off until he exploded, just as she had done in her dream. Displaying a huge amount of self-control, she fought back the urge. She wasn’t quite as brazen as her dream alter-ego. She was determined not to give in to her desires just yet, at least not until she had found out a little more about what life was like on the island. Letting go of him, a thought crossed her mind as to how she might still be able to indulge in a bit of pleasure without going the whole hog.
‘Would you masturbate for me?’ she asked.
‘With pleasure,’ he replied.
Stepping back, Matt took his penis in his left hand and began to stroke his foreskin, keeping his eyes firmly trained upon Nikki the whole time. She watched fascinated, surprised at how much his performance thrilled her. As his tempo gradually increased, she felt herself growing more and more excited. She imagined him losing control, darting forward, ripping the clothes from her body, and plunging his cock deep inside her. A tiny bead of precome oozed from his penis. Nikki held up her hand. ‘Stop.’
Matt had to call upon every ounce of his self- control to do as he was bid. Nikki then gestured for him to step forward. As he did so, she touched the tip of his penis with her forefinger. Very quickly, it became sticky with his juice. She ran the digit around the end of his cock, then lifted it to her mouth to taste him. As she licked the delightful nectar from the tip of her finger, his cock throbbed and dribbled even more of the lovely liquid.
‘You’re close to coming, aren’t you?’
‘Fairly,’ he responded, hoarsely.
‘Go ahead then,’ she said.
Matt stepped away from her and took hold of himself once more. His hand moved much quicker this time until his cock looked fit to burst. Nikki ached to touch herself. She longed to lift up her skirt, pull her panties aside and slip a finger into her pussy. Though she was fairly sure Matt wouldn’t mind, she refrained from doing so. Instead, she concentrated on enjoying the show.
Matt’s breathing had become noticeably shallower and he was pumping his cock furiously. When he finally climaxed he did so spectacularly, blasting out streams of white come. Nikki revelled in
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