Melissa and I were drifting off to sleep the other night when I mentioned how I seem to be constantly dripping pre-cum these days. She asked if that was really true, and I confirmed it, especially after watching her shower this morning and realizing what I’m missing out on—my boxer briefs ended up soaked through. She said she’d like to see for herself, which is exactly why the next morning I found myself standing naked in the bathroom while she took a shower.
She went about it with a matter-of-fact attitude, but I could feel her eyes on me. I stood there slightly crouched, hands resting on my thighs, as my semi-erect cock hung down and pulsed. Pre-cum was dripping down in what wasn’t an exaggeration—a constant thin stream from the head of my cock to the floor. Melissa watched closely when my cock gave a little twitch and another, thicker stream began.
“Do you like seeing me wash what you can’t have?” she asked.
“Yes,” I told her. Her pubic hair has become so lush after years of shaving it smooth—so dark, thick, and feminine. She ran her soapy hand through it while washing herself and said, “I don’t know when I’ll want you in here again. It might be a while.” That comment brought more pre-cum, some cock-twitching, and an ache in my balls. “Get dressed,” she said. Who is this new woman!?
Michael