Gather around, boys and girls, and listen to my cliché love story how I got together with my mate a few years ago.
Step One: Spot the TargetThen, it was just a normal day; a warm summer evening, my roomy was out for the night partying it up with a few friends. Usually with times like that, I would lounge around our apartment in my birthday suit and chill.
So there I was, a 26 year old female anthro dragoness lying naked on the couch with my arm under my head and one leg hanging off watching TV. Why? Because one, the AC is fucked over, two, we are both too lazy to get another one, and three, its fun.
So as I’m busy watching some comedian on Comedy Central, I catch a glimpse of my own body. Even though I like to run around nude, I never really pay attention to myself. Besides the obvious stuff that I know, like my scales are an off-white / light gray flat color, and standing at a 6’3” of 186 lbs, it’s really the fine details that matter. Sure I play with myself every now and then, but besides that, I have not studied my own being.
Slowly running my right paw up and down my naval, there’s a thin layer of belly fat, even though I’m considered skinny, its nice to think that I won’t be thought of as anorexic like those bitchy paper-thin models. Then I brought my paws up and over my C cup bust, and down my sides to my nether regions. It was always warm down there, and it always made me feel warm and fuzzy when I go cave diving. That wonderful little mound with the folds of pink flesh, I would say is my favorite part.
But right when my finger brushed the slim opening, I was hit with the fact that I had to pee. Hastily, I rolled off the couch onto my feet and wandered towards the bathroom. I somehow managed to not hear the shower when I approached the open door. It was only when I saw inside that Jordan had come back early and decided to clean up. The shower was a door less walk in, and situated directly across from the door. And fortunately, the red / black dragon was facing away from me and didn’t know I was there.
The story with this guy is that we met back in college and lived together since. But there was nothing going on between us. Jordan either was not interested in me, or he was really good at hiding it. I thought he was gay from time to time because of that.
I quickly ducked behind the corner wondering what the hell to do. But I always did have a slight crush on the guy and thought he was hot, so one little peek won’t hurt. So I slowly leaned out into the doorway, there he was, with that tight ass of his that I wanted to squeeze since forever. Damn that unintentional tease, he will pay for that.
Before too long, I found myself constantly spying on him, soaking in every part. God, he was sexy, it took every ounce of will to not run in there and hump him so hard, he could not sit right for a week. From his well built upper body to his sculpted legs, and – ooooo… there’s his ass again… Staring at him was starting to make me very wet; so much so, a small damp spot began to form on the carpet where I was sitting.
By now I was forced to do something about my horniness, either with him or my paw. Not taking any chances, my fingers returned to what they were starting before my interruption. As one paw attended to my neglected treasure, the other went back to massaging my boobs. Staring at him was almost enough to make me cum alone, but with my assistance, it was intense, but my damn climax had the nerve to try to avoid me.
Two of my fingers sliding in and out of pink slit, thumb having a thumb war with my clit, and the other finger messing around with that area between my asshole and cunt, trying to coax that orgasm out. I was sure he heard my moans over the roaring water, but didn’t do anything. Like I said, that teasing bastard. By now, my paw was moving faster than a Woodpecker jacking off as I could feel my climax creeping closer. And all it took was one more glance at him, more specifically, his groin, even though dragons have a cloaca. It was still very hot, hot enough to push me over the edge as my sex exploded with cum all over my thighs and the ground. I even had to bite my paw to keep quiet.
Just then, the shower was shut off, meaning he was about to come out, so I gathered myself and made a break towards my room. Inside, I had this one idea to revenge; with that, I threw on some pajama bottoms, no underwear, and a slightly transparent bra, just enough so nothing is left for the imagination. Finally, I dashed back to my former spot on the couch to wait for him to come out.
I’ll get that bastard back…