Dinner date turns into femdom CFNM observation

I was completely caught off guard when Nina asked if I masturbated. We had been eating a home cooked meal at my place and continued drinking and talking about this and that after the meal, and both were getting a bit tipsy when she popped the question.

Nina must have known I had the hots for her, and that I was secretly – or so I thought – hoping I’d get to fuck her sooner rather than later. She had other things in mind, it transpired, and bringing me down from my thinking I was a suave mover and irresistibly charming character was the first step. My face turned red when I realized what she had asked me, but I also felt a slight jolt in my groin area. This… kinda turned me on?

“Well… sometimes,” I stuttered. I started fumbling with my glass of wine and took a sip, before I glanced up and saw her knowing grin. She knew she had me into a corner. “What do you think about when you touch yourself,” she continued “Do you search for porn on the internet? Do you wait until you are hard or do you stroke yourself to get there? Do you just take down you pants, or do you get completely naked? Do you think about girls you know when you jack off? Do you think about me when you cum?”

I can’t remember much of what I answered. Probably just stuttered phrases. But I got increasingly embarrassed and more aroused as she upped the dirty factor for each question, so much so that a visible bulge had formed in my pants. “I can see this has gotten you turned on. Why don’t you show me how you jerk off instead? Come on, get naked and wank for me on.”

She sat down on my bed and soon I was laying across her lap with my dick erect and twitching in her honor, jerking off as she observed me, giving the occasional teasing encouragement. As I was approaching eruption, she pulled out a camera and started snapping pictures too. “I wanna save this for later,” she said. The potent mix of being exposed and erect, doing this most private and embarrassing of acts in front of this woman who turned me so on was almost too powerful, and I soon exploded with cum over my belly and eventually dripping down my shaft and on my sweaty hand.

Nina giggled as I came, studied me for a short minute, then she got up from bed, put the camera back into her bag. She went over to the table where she had left her drink, and took one last sip from her glass of wine while she glanced over at me, completely naked on the bed, red faced, still immobilized with embarrassment and trembling with excitement, and covered in jizz. “That was fun,” she said with a straight face. “I have the evidence, but may need more documentation in the future. Bye for now.” And like that, she was out the door.

I didn’t get to fuck her like I had hoped, I never had the upper hand I thought I did that evening. Instead, she had lured me into cuming and moreover cuming just for her, instead.