The next morning, I awoke to the sun shining in the window. I was immediately aware of the need to go to the bathroom, but as I pulled the comforter down, I was also reminded that I was wearing sexy panties, ones that were taking on my scent and which had the faint stains of dry cum on them. It was a sweet thought https://gaypornmoviestube.com. .
Finishing in the bathroom, I grabbed my flannel pants and a sweatshirt and made my way back to the den. The towel was still on the chair. I started a fire and reached for the towel, thinking that I might put it in the laundry, but then decided to leave it where it was. not knowing just how the day would play out.
Eggs and toast were on the menu for breakfast. I was starting to get to know the kitchen and beginning to feel comfortable in the space. With a plate heaping with scrambled eggs and whole wheat toast, I returned to the den to find that the stove had warmed the room to a comfortable temperature. I added a log before sitting down to enjoy breakfast, thinking that it just might be nice to be able to shed the pants and sweat shirt. The fire roared and soon I was down to just my panties again, glad that I had kept the towel in place. I put my empty plate on the coffee table and began to think about the shower experience of the previous day, my reaction when my friend first traced the crack of my ass with a slippery finger, wondering how far he would go, hoping that he would explore my rosebud, tightening up when he first grazed by it, but then relaxing when he returned, feeling the pressure of his finger against my orifice, not speaking but wanting him to continue, pushing against him, signalling that I wanted him to continue, and then feeling my muscle give way, parting and allowing him to enter, feeling full, feeling eroticism, experiencing something that I had only read about. I was in a daze, but when I looked down, I noticed that my cock had responded to my thoughts, once again sticking out from under the panties, ready to be touched. Again I spoke to it, requesting that it be just a bit patient.
I wanted to experience that feeling again. I wanted something in my ass. Rising from my seat, I made my way to the bathroom. At a loss, i picked up a bottle of shampoo and then noticed a brush with a long slender , rounded handle. I grabbed it and returned to the den. I slid the coffee table in front of the chair and then scooted down in my seat, my feet on the coffee table and then I squirted some shampoo on the handle of the brush before reaching down sliding my panties to the side and placing it with the tip of the handle against my rosebud. It tickled. It felt great. I concentrated on relaxing before putting gentle pressure on it. At first my muscle resisted, but then suddenly, it opened and the tip of the brush slid inside. It was all about taking my time, gently getting used to the idea of something hard inside my ass, probing, pushing it deeper in very slight increments. As I became more relaxed with the idea mentally as well as physically, I could feel the beginning of pleasure. It was two fold. Certainly there was the physical pleasure of something stimulating the nerve endings inside - no denying that. But it was also mental - the pleasure of knowing that I was doing something slightly naughty, something new after so many years of enjoying straight sex.