Page 38 of Miss Matched

Are you masturbating right now?

Jonathan:

Yes, hard and fast.

My dick was thick and rock hard, but I’d slowed down, or I would’ve already come. I could barely type.

Shannon:

I’m not sure about this.

Jonathan:

I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.

And I meant it. I felt as though I’d pushed her too far.

Shannon:

Of course, I want to but finding the right time… when no one else is looking is the issue.

I could no longer help myself. I was falling hard and fast for this daring, bold woman.

Jonathan:

Trust me. Unless he’s gay, you’ll give him a reason to live.

She was silent for a moment… then she said.

Shannon:

Okay, everyone is watching someone give a toast in the other room.

Jonathan:

Smile, then cross your legs and uncross them, just like Sharon Stone. Afterwards, get up and walk away, but first tell me everything. Especially how he reacts.

I waited, pumping harder but at a slower pace.

Shannon:

He has white hair. He’s wearing a black suit. Poor man is still looking down at the floor. I cleared my throat to make some noise and crossed my legs. I think he’s looking now. I’m spreading my legs open while I’m texting you… giving him the full view. I’m so fucking wet.

Jonathan:

Fuck, this is so hot.

Shannon:

His eyes are focused between my legs. He’s smiling. Now I can see his full face. He’s wearing a wide grin and fishing for something in his pocket. It’s his glasses. OMG…

Everything stopped. No pulsing dots. Nothing.

Even I stopped, worried that something happened to her.

Then, a few moments later, a simple text popped up on my screen.

Shannon:

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