My 19-year-old stepson Tommy got very lucky when he found his girlfriend. Laura was a cheerleader in high school, and even though she was no longer in school, she still evidently exercised plenty and kept that lithe, athletic figure. In addition, she liked wearing clothes that showed off her body in a sexy, but not slutty, way. Even though I'm twice her age, I still find myself thinking about her and whacking off sometimes.
Laura and Tommy worked together at a local pizza place, which was only about a mile from where my wife and I lived with Tommy and his younger brother. Laura was the assistant manager who opened in the morning, while Tommy usually worked a little bit later, but overlapping, shift.
One Friday evening, Tommy and Laura went out on a date and came back to our house fairly late. It was storming outside, and Laura didn't want to drive the several miles back to her house. She was afraid that her car would break down or something, and she'd either be trapped out in the stormy weather, or she would force someone else (probably Tommy) to drive out to pick her up.
Since my wife Karen and I knew that Tommy and Laura had already been having sex, we just decided that it would be the best thing for her to stay the night instead of trying the drive. Her parents wouldn't approve, but I called her mother and told her that Laura would be sleeping in Tommy's room while he slept on the couch. It was a lie, but I didn't think it was one that would hurt anyone, since the two of them were already sleeping together.
Sometime around four o'clock that morning, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. I had awakened for no reason I could tell. I no longer felt tired, so I got up, pulled on my pajamas, and went to the computer room to surf the web. The bedroom that I had converted into my "computer lab" was right next to Tommy's, so I made sure that I was very quiet as I entered, because I didn't know how heavy a sleeper Laura might be. I shouldn't have worried.
A few minutes after I sat down and logged in to my computer, I heard a couple of little giggles from the direction of Tommy's room. I leaned closer to the wall, and I could hear their voices, but I couldn't distinguish the words. More giggles ensued, then more talking, which I couldn't make out.
I walked over to the wall and put my ear to the plaster.
"...No, not there, up a little," I heard Laura say. "Mmmmm, yeah, that's nice."
My dick started to harden as I became quite sure that they were doing something sexual. I couldn't quite figure out what it was exactly, but Laura's continued little sounds of pleasure told me that whatever Tommy was doing, she was enjoying it.
Before too long, I heard her little moans begin to turn to squeals of delight. My cock was standing straight out under my pajamas now, and I allowed it out through the fly of the pants. I began stroking slowly, wanting to savor the pleasance of my arousal.
Laura's little squeals continued for a few moments, then I heard Tommy ask, "Are you ready now?"
"Yeah, but don't you dare try to put it in my butt again!"
"I won't. I'm sorry! Now come on, roll over."
I guessed from this little interchange that the foreplay was done, and they had agreed to try doggy style. Apparently, Tommy had tried to just stick it in Laura's butt without her being prepared. Never the way to get them to agree to that, I knew. Always go gently, letting them decide when the time was finally right.
I heard the two of them rustling around for a few seconds, the bed squeaking a little as they arranged themselves properly. "Mmmm. There," I heard Laura say. Apparently, she was the one who really liked to keep things going smoothly in the bedroom. Good catch, Tommy.
"Oh, god, that's good," Tommy groaned. Must be inside of her tight, tight pussy now.
Silence for a few seconds, then I could hear the bed starting to squeak a little as he got the rhythm going. "Uuunnhhh." Laura was enjoying this, too.
The squeaks and moans increased, and I could occasionally hear the slapping of his hips against her tight ass cheeks. My own stroking was getting faster as I matched what I could hear of their rhythm. I moved the garbage can over to where I could easily cum into it when I climaxed, then put my ear back to the wall.
A short time more, and Tommy groaned, "Aaahhh, I'm cumming! Uuunnnhhh."
Laura squealed a little in pleasure, then I could hear her voice change down into the guttural, forced grunts that meant that she must be also reaching her climax. The mingled moans and groans continued for a minute or so, and I could feel the cum building up in the base of my cock. I doubt they would have heard me even if I had been loud, but I was pretty quiet, just grunting a little as my semen spurted out into the garbage can. I guess I was going to have to clean that out before Karen got up. I heard the bed squeak a little louder as the two flopped back down onto the mattress, orgasms over.
"Fuck!" Tommy panted. "Thank you. That was the best ever."
I tried to squeeze the rest of my fluid from my softening cock, since I didn't have a rag or anything to clean up with right here, and I didn't want to go out in the hallway in case one of the lovers had to go to the bathroom or something. Instead, I wound up cleaning myself up as well as I could with a crumbled sheet of paper from the can, then I just figured whatever dribbled out into my pajamas was no big deal.
I put my dick back in my pants, then sat back down at the computer and browsed around the internet for a little while. It was about 4:30 by now, but I still wasn't tired, in spite of my little voyeuristic interlude.
About half an hour later, I heard renewed stirring from the room next door. I again pressed my ear to the wall, thinking that maybe, with the energy of their youth, the two little lovebirds were arranging for round two.
"Yeah, I have to go today," Laura was saying.
"Come on, take a day off for once," Tommy pleaded.
"No. I've got to go take a shower and get ready," Laura replied.
This gave me an idea. I had a little camcorder, and I wondered if I could find someplace in the bathroom to hide it before Laura got in there and got undressed. I was still pretty aroused by the scene I had heard earlier, and I was thinking that getting some video of that tight little body naked would be pretty sweet to go with that memory.
I quickly grabbed the camcorder and blank tape from the shelf in the living room and ran into the bathroom. Where could I put it, that would get some kind of a decent shot but not get discovered? Shit! That's it: Laura wouldn't use our dirty clothes basket, and it had little square breathing holes in the front of it, but was mostly plastic.