1. Peep-Show: An Encore


    Date: 8/10/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Lauradj, Source: LushStories

    “Morning sweetheart,” I said to my girlfriend Molly. It was late on a Saturday morning and we had both overslept after the previous night’s activities. I shuffled closer to her and kissed her on the forehead. She groaned sleepily against me and cuddled up to me. Her body was warm from being curled up underneath the blankets. I reached over and grabbed her left breast, squeezing it. Molly groaned again and tried to shuffle away, but I held her close to me. “Hey,” she said to me sleepily. “You’re poking me in the ass.” “Is there anything you’d like to do about it?” I asked, leaning over and whispering in her ear, then kissing her on the cheek. “If I do something about it, I’ll be late with meeting Liz and my sister in town,” replied Molly. She leaned up on one elbow and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table. “As it is I’m running late,” she said. “I have forty minutes to get ready and then drive across town so I can meet my step-monster and nightmare of a younger sister,” she said. Molly’s parents had split up when she was six. Her mother had gone away to some commune to live a cleaner and greener life, only seeing the child four times a year. Her father, since the divorce had been through a plethora of women, choosing the most inappropriate women and girls who were so different to him, and his ex. Liz was the one he had decided to marry, and she was really something. She was a nasty piece of work that woman. She was a bitch. She had Molly’s father wrapped around her ...
    little finger, using sex as a weapon against him. Molly and Liz didn’t get along at all, they had an intense rivalry. “God forbid I should be late for meeting Liz and her troll of a daughter,” Molly said. “So,” I said, drawing Molly back into my embrace. “Be late, who cares if you are. You hate Liz anyway, being late will really annoy her and make you feel good.” “As tempting as that is,” Molly said. “I can’t give the step-monster anymore ammo to use against me. She will tell dad that I was late and make it out to be me not paying her due respect and disregarding her.” “But I don’t want you to go,” I said, feeling her slip out of my grip and leave the bed. I grabbed her hand and held onto it. “And something else doesn’t want you to go. Remember last night?” I asked suggestively. “Of course I remember last night, but I have to go.” “Okay,” I said, conceding defeat. Molly grabbed a towel from the end of the bed and headed for the shower. “Just so you know,” she said in a flirtatious tone. “When I get home, I’ll let you do that thing you like.” She then winked at me and left the room. A few moments later I heard the shower turn on. I smiled to myself and thought on Molly’s last comment. The thing I liked. This was going to be good. I had an inner exhibitionist streak, and the thing I liked was masturbating while my girlfriend was watching. Sometimes we even invited some of her friend’s over to watch with Molly while I rubbed one out. I had this thought/fantasy in my head of having ...
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