| Straight: Masturbation: Dressing Up (1/2) |
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Scott knew he shouldn’t do this, but the thought and temptation had been getting too much and now was the perfect time to do it. Alone in the house, safe in the knowledge that he would be alone for hours to come, now was the time, and he slowly started to climb the stairs. Scott wasn’t sure how his mind had wandered onto such a strange fantasy, but as his mind had wandered he became more and more intrigued as to how he would feel and a number of times had felt that familiar stirring in his shorts. Scott reached the bedroom he shared with his wife Melissa, closed the curtains and the door, and began to undress. Naked, he walked to Melissa’s underwear drawer and opened it, staring down at the kaleidoscope of colour, materials, and styles. After carefully looking through the drawer, he chose a simple white satin thong, feeling its smoothness against his legs as he stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist. The bolt of excitement shot through him as it tightened against his balls and ass. Scott made his way to the bottom drawer where Melissa kept a couple of toys – nothing too raunchy, enough to add excitement – and chose the simple, smooth, small vibrator, which he placed on the bed in preparation. Next Scott went over to Melissa’s wardrobe and opened the door. Before him was an array of tops, skirts, and dresses that accentuated her perfect body. She had a lot of miniskirts, and with legs like Melissa’s who could blame her? Soft, tanned and very athletic, how lucky was he…? After looking for a minute or so Scott chose a black miniskirt and just hoped that he could get it on with ripping it or leaving a telltale sign that something had gone on. He slipped on a plain white t-shirt and then slowly slid the skirt up his legs and was surprised to find that it fitted quite well. All finished, he turned to look at himself in the mirror and as he did Scott found himself getting turned on by the sight of him in Melissa’s clothes. Fortunately the thong was holding tight. It was just a shame that there was no outline of a bust under the t-shirt. Should he put on a bra too? he thought, but quickly pushed that from his mind. Scott continued to look at himself in the mirror, turning around to see what he looked like from behind, how his ass looked in the skirt, standing up, bent at the waist, all the time feeling his arousal grow and grow, knowing he would have to do something about it soon. Scott knelt on the floor in front of their bed and leaned over so that his top half was lying on the bed. Eyes closed, he started to run his hands over himself, grabbing his ass, running his fingers up inside his thighs, gently brushing his cock which by now was straining against the thong, each time electricity running through his body. Now he ran his hand up inside his thigh and started to gently rub his cock with his finger. He could already feel the thong was wet with his pre-cum, but rubbing the material against the tip of his cock felt so good he wanted to cum there and then but also wanted this to last as long as possible. Removing his hand, he went back to touching other parts of his body, just in an effort to slow down. After a |
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Oh so Hot!