A wicked notion came over her, and she reached out to drag a finger up his muscled chest. He started and sucked in a deep breath from her touch, but ...hen let it out in a grunt when he realized it was only her finger. She moved her hand away, waited a few seconds, and then brushed the head of his cock, causing his muscles to stiffen again. It was thrilling to watch his powerful body react, so she continued to tease him with random touches for a few seconds, letting him wonder if there would. ...So to the fiction......This girl was struggling to make the fuel pump work & having waited a bit for mine to operate, I could understand. So I wandered over & simply asked "Are you okay there or could I help you in some way?" The girl replies in smooth tones, "Is this thing going to work, cos I've been waiting a bit!?" I say "Did you press the button to decide Kiosk or Pump?" to which she said "Oh Shit, how did I manage to forget that?" I go on to press the button & say that I should move my. .”“And I think you might also put her on the treadmill. Once a week, for an hour, will do...“Certainly, Quentin. And, if you have any further instructions, just cable me.”“Will do...”Quentin was mounting the ladder to the helicopter, behind Svenson, waving farewell. Horrible, a****l-like retching sounds were coming from Julia, but they were lost as the plane’s engine burst into life and its blades began to whirr.Faster and faster they went, until the sound became a roar, and the down-draught. What happened next took a forever to happen because we watched each other masturbate for a long time. I sat there staring at his throbbing mass of lust for what seemed like eternity, totally oblivious in my heightened state of arousal to the outside world.I could have brought myself to orgasm at any time but I stalled the movement of my hand to delay the impending discharge of semen. I knew my post-ejaculation feelings would be those of guilt, embarrassment and worry at the sudden recognition.