Date: 6/7/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Adagio, Source: LushStories
The Mayfair area has homes inspired by its namesake in London, England, and has no immediate street access, as it is a "walking court" with a green area instead of a street. It's enclosed brick walls, hidden by ivy vines have defied time. The facades of the old Victorians homes have changed very little as the decades and seasons have passed. There is a four block area bordering Central Park, where old money still dwells. The sidewalks, lined with tall old elms and oaks, create a canopy away from the summer sun. At night, the moon is lost behind the leaves of the warm seasons. I had just recently moved into the "old town," where the city boasts of over seventeen hundred restored homes and buildings. I had given up my military stripes and had given several years to a failed marriage. I opened up a used bookshop between a chiropractor and an attorney's office. I had remodeled the second floor into a comfortable small bachelor's quarter. I was feeling comfortable in my shoes, yet I had been having ongoing dreams at night; dreams of romance and sensuality. I was startled awake by a wetness in my knickers. I lowered them and my cock emancipated itself, as I stroked the head. My balls scrunched up beneath, as if in a knapsack. I could vision in my mind being watched as I made myself moan with ecstasy. Twitching, my cock jerked, as I felt a burst of creamy cum. The pulsations drove the wheels of my nocturnal thoughts. I breathed heavily, as my orgasm eased. I removed the silk ...