On our last evening in
Stock she spent an absolute age in the shower . Before coming out just in a pair of black pants and a loose towel around her upper body. She lay on the bed and demanded a massage , the towel that she had over her tits she skilfully put underneath her body so that the moisturiser didn’t mark the bed clothes. Rubbing her back, I indulged her to the point where her arse started to rise up and her pussy could be accessed. I could see her “crown” (or sanitary pad as she called it) peaking out from the sides, but it didn’t look soiled and after inspecting her tampon the day before I think her period was over anyway. So I slide her undergarments off. Turning her over onto her front. She now had the most glorious bald pussy which explained the length of time she was in the shower. She kept asking me to kiss her down there . Perhaps I should have spent longer doing this as it really was very smooth and exquisite to touch almost the
ultimate. She briefly kissed my prick but perhaps as I hadn’t showered she didn’t dwell on it, I think she was more into me satisfying her rather than the other way around.
Eventually the sight of her glorious pussy meant that I wanted to cum all over it and I started wanking over her belly which was pinned under me between my legs. Amazingly I got her to freely hold my knob and got her to keep rubbing it so that it was very long and hard. She then started to complain that moving her hand up and down was “hurting” and she was getting tired but I said that she should keep going, I was not going to be swayed by this tactic for her to stop. She continued...
As I was about to cum she must have sensed this and stopped moving her hands and just grabbed and gripped my tool very very hard. Whether she was trying to throttle the flow of cum or just wanted to try and control the jet and didn’t want it randomly spurting out and splashing all over her I’m not sure. Frankly I didn’t care, she was naked between my legs, and I was about to explode so she would receive my love liquor , the question was where? My prick was above her navel and her vice like grip had succeeded in stopping me chaotically spraying a hot jet of cum over her thin torso and her milky white belly, instead a copious flow of my love juices ran over her tiny hand which were still tightly around my enlarged member, this position I assume was maintained to stop the sticky goo gift from touching other parts of her fine body. She was crying “Help me” and with her free hand she grabbed the towel from underneath her as she didn’t want my cum on her . The towel caught most of the discharge from failing on her body, but she then pushed me off her and rushed to the bathroom where the tap flowed and I knew she was washing her hands.
I thought this reaction or hers was hilarious and underlined the fact that she was a very naive lover for not really understanding that I would ejaculate all over her and create a sticky mess over her fine body if she choose to masturbate me. You can not make an omelette without breaking eggs!
Clearly, she didnt like cum. I would have to investigate this odd reaction further and see if I could get a repeat at a later meeting.