Jon then, his hands still warm from the touch of Karyn's soft tit-flesh, grinned hungrily and said, "I think it's time for a lap-dance."
He watched her pause, her bra fastened, her shirt in her hand about to be put on. The shirt fell to the floor. She walked toward him, placed her left hand on his chest, then pushed him lightly over to his bed, on which he flopped down.
"I was wondering when it would be time," Karyn said, swaying away from Jon, flipping Jon's radio on, then turning back toward him, "but once we're done, you have to promise me that we can spend some time seeing of the Slave Spray actually worked, okay?"
Jon nodded, which brought a look of glee to Karyn's face. He savoured her expression of elation as she sauntered back toward him, her hands rubbing all over her body, moving to the music. He had already been erect from his time fondling her breasts, but just watching her made his penis strain so much it began to hurt.
As if sensing his discomfort, Karyn leaned in close enough to feel her breath on his face and said, "Oh, poor baby, I know just the thing to make you feel better."
Standing up, she left her breasts in his face as she moved her torso closer, straddling one of his legs. Jon felt the heat of her pussy as she rubbed it up and down his leg, her thigh softly rubbing against his groin. After a few moments, she swung her leg away from his penis and around his waist.
Jon was in heaven. He held onto Karyn's back as she held onto his neck. Up and down she rubbed herself against his raging erection. Up, down, up, down, each time making him more crazy with pleasure. She began to shake her hips, giving him even more stimulation, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Where had Karyn learned to give a lap-dance? How had she gotten so good at it? Was the wish-induced spray giving her skills that she normally wouldn't have?
The song ended, the radio switched to a commercial. Karyn slid off of Jon, leaving him so close to orgasm, so frustrated and horny, he could hardly think straight. He stared at his friend who was crossing the room to retrieve her shirt as if nothing happened, and before he could think things through, he blurted, "BLOWJOB! You have to give me a blowjob!"
He saw her stop and turn to him. "Of course I do," she said with a well duh expression, "What, do you think I'd leave my pal in that state? Should I swallow, or do you want to spray it on my face?"
