With a month having elapsed, curled up in bed with the sun streaming in, pallid teenager and ex-pat Londoner Mandy Wilson reflected on her time in Devon. Whilst admittedly things had worked out better than she ever could have imagined, she nonetheless missed the buzz of the capital, her friends and the local lads. Oh how she missed the local lads.
For other than the steamy liaison with middle-aged schoolteacher John a fortnight ago, a little snatched fun online was all she'd had to savour since. For a hot 18-year old nymphomaniac with raging hormones it simply wasn't enough, the craving for a repeat having grown ever more burdensome by the day.
She wondered briefly whether 21-year old stepbrother-to-be Toby might make a good fuck. Having hated him with a passion at first, it was only as familiarity had set in that she'd grown to despise him less. Handsome in a quirky sort of way, Mandy was in two minds. Though she couldn't help thinking he lacked a certain something: experience for one, the teenager's lust for older men having risen to the fore since John. Turning over to dodge an errant sunbeam, she agonised between rising and lying in a little longer
Her mother's warning from the night before reverberated in her head: get a job soon or I'll send you to work with Alan. Mandy scowled beneath the sheets. The prospect of filing and making tea all day was her worst nightmare. Never close, she'd really come to loathe her sanctimonious mother who'd managed to find a job in a doctor's surgery reception within days of arriving down south. Mandy had still to fill in an application form.
Through the haze of half-sleep, the red digits of the alarm clock read 10.30. The adults would undoubtedly be at work by now, whilst Toby would presumably be out and about, making the most of the summer holiday before his return to university. Dragging up her weary bones, under the assumption she was alone Mandy ambled to the bathroom in just the pink panties she'd slept in.
As she turned out of the bedroom and padded barefoot down the landing, the bathroom door suddenly eased open, causing her jaw to drop. Shit, she was not alone after all. Could it be that Toby was home? A cocktail of revulsion, embarrassment and excitement filled her. Her huge tits began to jiggle uncontrollably and, unable to retreat in time, instinctively she shielded them with hands that barely covered half of the well proportioned orbs.
Instead of Toby, however, it was his father, her mother's lover Alan that emerged from the bathroom. Mandy wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. He pulled up sharply, confronted by the topless sleep-sapped teenaged girl. Both uttered embarrassed apologies before Mandy brushed by, locking the door firmly behind. Her heart was pounding like a snare.
After a cooling shower, she emerged, careful to ensure the towel was wrapped tightly around her midriff. Electing to let the long wayward straggles of dyed black hair dry naturally, without thought she climbed into a PVC miniskirt and the tightest t-shirt in the wardrobe. No bra or panties were required on what was a blazing hot summer's day. Already her pussy was basted in sweat and the first dewy hints of arousal.
Alan, it seemed, had escaped to the garden, the sound of a lawnmower humming lazily down below. Mandy edged up to Toby's bedroom window, watching as her mother's blond lover paused momentarily to wipe a thick forearm across a glazed brow. Sweat patches spread from each underarm and he radiated a masculinity that, up to that point, Mandy hadn't fully appreciated. Quivering, she felt an unmistakeable tingle in her loins.
Settling down at Toby's pc she logged on for the day, strumming idly at her pussy in anticipation of some hot action to come. Before even the connection had been established, her fingers were squelching in her juices and she had to halt in order to stem the first orgasm of the day.
Sadly that was as good as it got. An hour later she found herself sighing in frustration: they really were a dire bunch on the site today, none capable of stirring her passions, let alone make her cum. Perhaps someone among her MSN contacts might help.
Regrettably all the men must have been at work and there was only one of her female friends, Lindsay, online. A college girl, it stood to reason she'd be online mid morning. Reluctantly unplugging her fingers from her pussy, Mandy messaged her friend on the off-chance there might be some juicy gossip of home. At the same time she opened a second window on the pc, desperately searching for a porn site that might help to satiate her real need.
Hearing the lawnmower buzz in the garden like a faraway dream, she visualised the man behind it, almost subconsciously locating a site that specialised in pictures of older men with younger women. Relaxing, she started to play once more, fingers dancing at her cunt entrance. Oh that felt good, and she moaned hoarsely as the eager digits plunged in and out, back and forth and then circled her clit teasingly.
Suddenly Mandy was jolted back to reality by the flashing orange of Lindsay's message: 'Hi babes, how you been? How's Devon?' the words read.
Mandy continued to toy idly at her pussy, safe in the knowledge that Lindsay possessed neither a webcam nor mic. Five minutes of small 'talk' later, during which Mandy flicked from the MSN screen to the porn site and back, the conversation turned with Lindsay enquiring: 'So, met any nice Devon men yet? Or even better, any naughty ones?'
Mandy's typing fingers engaged before her brain: 'Well there was this one...'
Quickly she bit her tongue, remembering that Lindsay was strait-laced and rather easily shocked. But it was too late now to retract the statement. Doubtless Lindsay's life was as mundane for she craved the details. 'Ooh, do tell, Mandy.'
Mandy became re-aroused just thinking about it, recalling every gory detail of her liaison with the mature schoolteacher, her lines of text punctuated by 'wows' and 'omg's' from Lindsay. At some stage, Mandy's right hand slipped back almost subconsciously from the keyboard, leaving the left to type alone. Lifting off the t-shirt and bunching up the PVC skirt until it was high around her waist, she stretched out on the chair, heels on the floor, breasts pressed upward and jiggling gently in mid air. Deftly she teased her cunt lips then pinched her nipples with the goo-laden fingers whilst relaying the tale to her friend.
The highlight, she disclosed, was the third time they fucked. Almost worn out to the point of exhaustion and a broken man, John laid back as she straddled him. She rode his hard cock like a cowgirl, rubbing her massive tits and nipples in his face and very nearly suffocating the poor guy. She bounced hard and made sure to milk every last drop of seed, leaving him spent. Perhaps that was why she'd heard nothing from him since.
'Oh Jeez,' Lindsay's message read, adding: 'You've made me so wet.'
Mandy gasped at her friend's surprising candidness. 'Me too,' she concurred, adding a smiley with its tongue out.
There was a short pause before Lindsay came back. 'Yeah, so I see.'
Mandy's mouth fell open. She had the re-read the line. Lindsay could what? Lindsay could see? Oh gosh, she'd forgotten that the webcam was still on. Inadvertently she'd been masturbating in front of her friend for a full five minutes. 'But you don't have a webcam.'
'I don't need one,' Lindsay typed back.
No she didn't, Mandy remembered, all too late. What on earth did Lindsay think of her? Composing herself and trying to play down the situation, Mandy typed: 'Oh that's just plain unfair. You can see me but I can't see you.'
