Page 12 of Date Night

Just watching. Just breathing her in.

Falling back into old habits.

And what a dangerous habit this is.

I'm always on the edge of getting caught. Always one wrong move away from spending the rest of my life in prison. I'll never let that happen. It's why I'm so careful.

My eyes trace over her body, but even the bulky quilt does nothing to hide her figure from me. She's absolutely breathtaking.

In a different world, she'd be my girl. She'd see me for who I really am and she'd accept all of me. I wouldn't have to try hardfor her to notice me. I wouldn't have to put the mask on that I wear for everyone else.

She'd smile at me, she'd hold me. She'd come for me.

My thighs tense and I feel myself getting aroused.

Oh what I'd do to her.

Before I can stop myself my mind whirls with possibility. It's like a movie playing in my mind. I can almost hear her moaning my name. Can almost feel the way her nails would dig into my back as I plow into her over and over. I'd never get tired of my shining star.

Sweat starts to bead up around my hairline and I hear myself breathing harder. I need to get myself under control. But what can I do. My eyes focus on the rise and fall of her chest and my cock gets even harder.

I just need to relieve some tension, then I'll go. I won't hurt her.

I swear.

Finally I drag my eyes away from her searching for anything I can use.

Like a kid finding a chocolate bar I nearly jump for joy when I see the small laundry basket she's got tucked away in the corner.

Making sure to keep my movements slow and quiet I walk over to it and pluck out a pair of worn panties.

Instantly, I bring them up to my face and take a deep breath. I can smell her all over these. I fight back a groan by stuffing the fabric in my mouth and tasting her. God, how I want to just pull her legs apart right now and dive in face first.

I want to feel her bursting all over my tongue like my favorite candy.

My eyes jerk back up to Starla when she groans slightly before kicking the covers down a little more. Her chest only covered by the thinest fabric.

"Shit." I whisper to myself and drop my hand to my waist taking the wonderful smelling panties right along with it.

Quietly I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. Wrapping the fabric around my shaft and holding it tight with my hand I slowly jerk off. The feel of the silky fabric against my sensative skin nearly buckles my knees but I have to stay strong for her.

I can't give in to just what I want. I jerk myself in time with her breathing. Slow and steady.

Up and down.

Tight.

Building pressure, more and more.

I do this for what feels like forever until I can't hold back anymore and I come hard, gritting my teeth and soaking the panties in my cum.

By the time it's over I'm out of breath but I do feel a little better. It's not completely satisfying but it'll have to do for now. Just until I'm able to convice her that we could be so good together.

I have to be able to convince her.

I don't think I'll be able to survive without Starla.

"She's not there. Don't start." I quickly ball up the panties in my hand and fix my clothing. This is exactly how it always starts. I start obsessing over someone who doesn't even see me.

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