Thread: Don't Touch Me (Ishu and LycanDesire)

James sighed as he watched with intense passion and desire as the lovely woman finished removing her clothing. He watched as she started to touch herself intimately and he felt himself grip at his throbbing member much tighter. There was an intense amount of pleasure that rumbled through his body. The man was tipsy, but he still had about 70 of his consciousness completely under his control. The man watched intently and he felt himself coming close to the edge, but then she gasped and dressed herself quickly. This was the thing that sucked most about having a woman his age her children had come home and she needed to tend to them. James was left with a blank stare as she signed off and he sat there with his throbbing, teased member in hand. James contemplated getting porn to load, but then he saw that it was nearing dinner time. He topped of his beer and situated himself and politely covered his intimate areas. James opened his door and padded softly over to the couch. He smiled and caressed his fingertips over her head softly, brushing her hair back behind her ear. Hey, honey. I see you got your homework done. Come help me cook dinner. James had a mild stagger to his walk and his voice had a slight hint of intoxication. He walked around to the kitchen and started grabbing the noodles and the ingredients for the pasta based on the recipe that was setting on the counter. He grabbed a large pot and filled it full of water. He set the water to boiling and waited eagerly for it to heat enough to be ready. James looked around and saw her in his shadow. She had a way of sneaking up on him. He looked into her eyes and moved close. James planted a soft kiss on her lips and his hand met her cheek at the same time his forehead met hers. Your mother would be so proud of you, darling. He smiled and just softly caressed her blushing cheeks. When he got intoxicated to this extent, he tended to start kissing her lips more, and he was much more touchy-feely than he usually was. His innate desire for a woman's touch and the way he had been teased didn't help this. The alcohol had a way of bringing out ones infernal desires. James looked down at her and pulled away. Start on the sauce. He moved out of the way and he left the room for a moment. James came back a few seconds later with a t-shirt and pj pants. I don't want you ruining your uniform. Don't mind me... Sure, he had raised her, but when his hips pressed against her young, taut ass, of course he thought nothing of it, but when his hands moved around and started to unbutton her top slowly. As he did so, he pulled up on her shirt to pull it from its cozy position beneath the waist of her skirt. When that slipped off, he tossed it over his should and then he bunched up a t-shirt and he lead her neck and arms through it carefully. Then he pulled it down. Then, his hand touched the bottom of her ass and slowly slid up to find the zipper. He pulled it down and he ran his fingertips down her thighs as he slipped it down. When she was slipped out of it, he got down on his knees and his face accidentally brushed against the back of her thighs as he helped her step into her shorts. His hands groped her thighs as he pulled them up. When they were secure, he topped it off with a gentle pat on her ass. There you go, honey. Feel better? He smiled, kissed her cheek, and slipped out of the kitchen with her uniform in his arms.