"Hmmm," said John.
It occurred to him that he hadn't thought any further than getting Sasha naked. (He could just order her to fuck him, but playing with the power like this was fun... aside from the important details that got missed. Which was another argument for not just using the power anyway.) Did they have anything to eat in this place, anyway? Ah, yes:
"Let's have waffles." He got up quickly from the couch, the material of his boxers rubbing uncomfortably against his hard-on. "Come with me," he said.
Entering the kitchen, John asked Sasha to look in the freezer for some toaster waffles, while he got the syrup from the cupboard and pulled out some plates. Sasha opened the freezer door, and shivered as a gust of cold air rushed out across her chest. "A bit nippy in there," she said, casually showing off her tightened nipples to John with a mischievous smile.
"Let's make them in the livingroom," John said, unplugging the toaster and carrying both it and the syrup with him. Sasha carried the plates and waffles, setting them down on the coffee table. "Pull up a chair," he said, pointing to the kitchen tables as he knelt down to plug in the toaster.
Once more the fabric of his shorts zipped chafingly against his cockhead. "Ugh," he complained. Having plugged in the toaster, he declared: "You don't mind if I take my boxers off, do you? I'd like to get more comfortable." Not waiting for a response, he pulled the elastic over his member, and let the shorts drop as he stood up, revealing his hard erection.
Sasha was sitting backwards in a chair, hugging the back in front of her while her legs stradded the seat, pushing her forwards; her furry thatch showed in the gap between the seat and the back. She gasped playfully with shock. "John, undressing in front of me!" she laughed. "Of course not, John, I figure that you were getting a bit uncomfortable keeping your hard-on under wraps. My girlfriends usually can't keep their panties on for long either, when I'm traipsing around naked."
John chuckled, and then stopped. Wait, girlfriends? |