Before we reach the satisfying conclusion of The Midnight Masturbatrix, I feel that a bit of a disclaimer is in order. If given the opportunity to be your tease mistress, you can rest assured that not only are your nudes safe with me, but so are your words. It’s difficult enough trying to figure out how to tell your Mistress* what you want, but that process would be rendered futile if you didn’t feel like you could trust me. To any readers that may be horrified at my seemingly cavalier divulgence of my old friend’s secrets, and without spoiling too much, my old friend is quite the fan of erotic humiliation, so he’d be entering a new stratosphere of pleasure at this recounting of our first time together. With those divine assurances out of the way, let’s pick up from where we left off in Midnight Masturbatrix…
Awakening The Midnight Masturbatrix
The midnight masturbatrix sense blossoming within me started to tingle as I excitedly moved across the bench seat to get a closer look at his secret. He let out a nervous laugh as he shifted further away from me, positioning himself directly behind the driver’s seat of his truck. He motioned for me to move back into the front passenger’s seat, to which I complied. From there, he began instructing me on how to adjust the rearview mirror. There was a specific way to angle it so that I could see his top half in the backseat while I remained seated up front. I watched his reflection from the backseat in the rearview mirror, as he sat back in the bench seat with his palms resting on his knees. He then asked me if rub and tugs were the only form of gratitude, I was willing to show him. Whatever nerves he had before seemingly vanished, and it was now my turn to shift uncomfortably. See, I thought I knew where he was going with this line of questioning, but he just laughed when he noticed my discomfort. For what he wanted, he assured me, I wouldn’t even need to touch him.
I’ll Show You Mine; DON’T Show Me Yours
He placed a hand on my shoulder from the back seat to stop me from turning around to look at him, and explained how all he wanted was for me to pick what pieces of clothing he was to remove until he was completely naked and vulnerable. He’d hold up the item of clothing so I could see it in the mirror as proof that he’d taken it off, before placing it in the driver’s seat in front of him, next to me. ‘And you don’t want me to get undressed?’ I asked, a little confused. ‘Nope. Just tell me what to remove and act like you’re going to look back here, but don’t actually do it.’ I nodded at him again, before telling him to remove his shirt. His face reddened slightly as he unbuttoned it and shrugged his way out the sleeves. He was put together real nice, so I made it a point to ogle his bare, slightly toned upper half. He protested this, covering his chest with his hands like some sort of damsel in distress. I jokingly rolled my eyes at him in the mirror and told him it was time to strip down to his underwear.
Letting It All Hang Out
As soon as I heard him unbuckling his belt, I let out a wolfish whistle and loudly encouraged him to ‘Take it off!’ He laughed shyly, the pinkish red from his face getting darker and spreading from his face to his neck. He held up his belt and pants separately before lying them on the driver’s seat. Playfully, I pretended to look over my shoulder and he let out a coquettish squeal as I did. It was so high pitched and unexpected that we both keeled over laughing for a few minutes. Once our giggles faded, it was time for the main event and my new friend’s demeanor changed. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he moved around to take off his underwear back there, my mouth agape as he held up the pristine panties, he’d just removed from his body for me to see in the mirror. He was still blushing to the roots of his hair when he laid the soft pink, floral patterned women’s briefs on top of the pile of clothes on the seat next to me.
Wrapping It Up
I could barely contain the combination of surprise and fascination spreading across my now flushed face. He’d just nonchalantly revealed his secret panty fetish to me, and I wanted more. More of what I wasn’t exactly sure, but more, nonetheless. Instead of acting on or talking about it, though, he asked if I’d mind handing him his clothes. After he was dressed again, he said that he really appreciated my appreciation and was looking forward to again driving me home. I agreed with him while saying my good-byes and hopping down and out of his pickup. As I handed his blanket back to him through the passenger window, he told me I should keep it since the sun was only just starting to rise and it was still pretty cold. I assured him that I was plenty warm enough before walking towards my parent’s house up the hill, thanking all that is holy for the opportunity to cool off before I reached my destination.
Yours Indulgently,
*Goddess Meshelle
The Midnight Masturbatrix ;D