New Beginnings I've just moved to a new area, and when I see you in my nearest pub, I decide I like it round here. You recognise me as you live near me and noticed me moving in, and we get chatting, making the usual small-talk. I tell you I'm a chef. "Well, how about coming to my place and cooking me a meal?" you ask, cheekily. Who am I to disagree? I go back to your place to cook the meal. As I cook, you take a shower and change. We chat over a 3-course meal and are getting on well together. After the meal we sit chatting and laughing. We run out of wine and you tell me you have a bottle of champagne. We begin to get tipsy and the talk turns to sex and previous lovers - and what turns us both on. I tell you I was once at a friend's house and caught his mother masturbating (she didn't see me) and ever since then I have been really turned on watching women masturbate. You leave the room and after 5 minutes I hear you asking me to come up to your bedroom. When I get upstairs you are lying on the bed masturbating. "Sit down" I do as I'm told, sitting down and watching as you play with your pussy. I pull out my cock and begin to masturbate. "Not yet. I want you to save all your spunk for me." You reach in the drawer and pull out a big vibrator. You switch it on and slowly circle your clitoris. …but everything was about to change
