Stacey Dixon was walking down the hall of the municipal recreation building, headed for the bathroom. He was there to attend a meeting of a local youth group which had been held in another area of the building. The meeting was over, and Stacey, who had been given the job of closing and locking the hall after the meeting, was headed for the bathroom before he did that.
As he passed the rec center's office, he thought he heard muffled moans coming from behind the closed office door. Since he was sort of responsible for the building tonight, he thought he better check and see what was going on. Maybe the person moaning was sick or something.
He opened the office door a crack, peeked in, and was astonished by what he saw. His eyes widened and his cock lurched in his pants.
Samantha Armstrong, one of the other members of the teen group Stacey belonged to, lay naked on the leather sofa in the office. Her legs were spread and her hand was thrusting something in and out of her pussy.
Stacey knew Samantha fairly well. She was in his class at Jamestown High and they'd joined the youth group about the same time. He had always thought she was attractive, but he was too shy to ask her out. That didn't keep him from fantasizing about her, though. He'd always wondered what she looked like nude. Now he knew.
His classmate's breasts were small, firm, splendidly shaped, and tipped with dark circles from which jutted huge, erect nipples. Her compact, curvy body was sensational and her legs were firm and nicely-shaped, too. Light brown hair covered both her head and pubic area.
As Stacey's eyes grew accustomed to the dim light in the office, he realized Samantha was using a dildo to fuck herself. And she seemed to know exactly how to use it, too! She pushed it in and out of her slit while her hips moved up and down in response. Soft murmurs of pleasure came from her every time the fake cock sank into her.
Stacey gulped, took a deep breath, and kept watching. He was getting turned on! His pants were way too tight!
Samantha, her eyes half-open, pulled the cock all the way out, placed it in her mouth, licked it lovingly, then she again positioned the tip on her vaginal lips and slowly began pushing it back in. A soft moan emanated from her pretty lips and her hips rose upward, sucking the fake cock into her warm channel.
Stacey saw Samantha bite her lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy as the dildo disappeared into her. After it was all the way in, she lay still, her hips twitching.
Stacey wanted to rush in, tear the fake penis out of her and replace it with his real one, but he wasn't sure that was a good idea. Samantha might not want him to do that, and could scream rape, so he continued to observe while he fought a desperate battle to keep silent.
After lying still for a few minutes, Samantha began moving the dildo in and out again. It appeared, glistening with her juices, then disappeared back into her lovely body. Her free hand began a circular motion on her clit and Stacey could see tremors of pleasure wrack her lovely body. The hand holding the dildo began to move faster and faster, as did the hand stroking her clit.
"Mmmmmph!!! Mmmmmph!!!" Samantha groaned. Her moans of joy were audible, despite the fact that she had her mouth clamped shut and was biting her lip. Her head rolled from side to side on the back of the sofa and her body shook, stiffened, then shook again. Stacey realized she was coming! A susurrus of pleasure continued to pour from her and her moving hands became a blur. Finally her motions slowed and she lay still, breathing heavily, her entire body flushed.
Shaken and tremendously aroused, Stacey quietly closed the door and walked away stiff-legged. He wasn't sure what to do. As far as he knew, he and Samantha were the only ones left in the building, and on top of that he had a raging hard-on.
Stacey went back out into the meeting room, and his cock slowly began to deflate. A few minutes later, Samantha walked in. Her face was still slightly flushed from the pleasure she'd given herself, and Stacey thought she looked even lovelier than she usually did. Stacey gazed at her, not sure what to do or say.
"Are we the last ones here, Stacey?" she asked softly, then smiled.
"I...it's my...my turn to, you know, lock up," Stacey replied. He couldn't figure out the look in Samantha's eyes. Did she know he'd seen her? It almost seemed that way. "I...ah...I guess I better...ah...do...it...um, lock up, I mean, huh?" he stammered. He went around, checked all the doors and turned out the lights. Then, expecting Samantha to be gone, he returned to the meeting room and found that she was still there, grinning, her eyes bright.
"Did you like what you saw, Stacey?" she asked, licking her lips.
"Ah...like what?" Stacey stammered.
Samantha giggled. "I saw you peeking when I was in the office," she said softly. "Did you like what you saw?" She moved close to him and her body brushed against his.
"Ah...I guess...yeah, I guess I liked it," Stacey replied, finding it a bit hard to talk. Did she know how much he was turned on, how badly he wanted her? The fact that she was so pretty, and was his age, was a new experience for the young man. He had lots of lovers, but they were all his mother's age!
"I need a ride home," she purred. "Could you give it to me?"
"I wonder if she knows how that question sounds?" Stacey wondered, then as he felt her body crowding against his, he decided Samantha knew exactly what she was saying. His jeans again began getting tight.
"Uh, I think we ought to go," he stammered. "Won't your folks worry if you're late?"
"Mom's gone to see my Aunt Agatha," Samantha purred. "She'll be gone all weekend." An alluring smile curved her Cupid's-bow lips and her brown eyes sparkled.
"Oh," was all Stacey could say. Things were getting out of control. Actually, he was beginning to find the idea of making it with Smantha in the rec center a turn-on!
"I...I better turn off the lights and lock up," Stacey said. Then he remembered he'd already done that and Samantha knew it. The only room still lit and unlocked, was the one they were standing in.
Samantha walked to the door and Stacey heard the click of the lock. Then the lights went off. They were alone in the dark room. He could see her in the glow entering the room from streetlights outside. She walked toward him, smiling, then her warm anatomy pressed against him again.
"Do you want me, Stacey?" Samantha murmured. She slid her arms around his waist.
