Kendra instructs me to sit with my back against the shared wall between our balconies. I turn my head a little to hear her better.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” she says. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been this close to anyone.”
“Me too.”
“I’d normally suggest a little verbal foreplay,” she says, “but I have the feeling neither of us needs that right now.”
“Whatever you want.” My voice sounds hoarse and breathless.
“Pull your cock out.”
“What? Right here?”
“Do you really think anyone is watching?”
All right, she has a point there.
“I’ve already ditched my bra and panties.”
“You have?”
“Oh, yes.”
I abruptly turn my head to face the wall as if I might be able to see through it. I can see her in my head, at least. I see her leaning against the wall, practically naked. I swallow hard, and my cock pulses.
“Now take that cock out and stroke it for me.”
I reach to my hips and push my sweats down my legs just enough to release my dick. I try to ignore the rough cement floor against my ass as I take my cock in my hand and stroke it a couple of times. I wish I had some lotion or something, but with no other lubrication available, I quietly spit into my hand, hoping she doesn’t hear exactly what I’m doing.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” Kendra says.
“I’m, uh, rubbing my dick.”
“Details, Sean. Give me details. How are you rubbing it? What are you thinking about?”
“Um…with my hand.” I’m stammering, but I really have no idea what to say. I feel like an idiot teenager. “I’m…I’m thinking about you and wishing I could see you over there, naked.”
“I’ve got one hand up my shirt, pinching my nipple. It’s so hard. I wish your lips were wrapped around it.”
“Fuck…” I shudder, and my hand tightens around my cock. “I’d like that.”
“What would you do?” she asks.
I can almost see that coy smirk on her face.
“Lick them. Suck them. Run my thumbs over both of them while kissing the base of your throat.”
“Oh yeah…there you go! Keep it up!”
“Oh, it’s up. No doubt about that.”
“Just that little glimpse through your sweats has me throbbing,” she says. “I can practically feel that impressive shaft sliding between my legs right now. That’s what my other hand is doing…sliding down between my legs, rubbing my clit and thinking about that cock of yours.”
“Jesus!” My head knocks against the concrete behind me, but I barely notice. My fingers tighten a little as my hand slides up to the tip and then back down to the
base of my dick.
“You like that idea?” Kendra asks.