I wasn't supposed to see her naked.
Her bush was very sparse, her breasts small, but there were more curves to her usual stick-figure frame. This was not my favorite tackler in football, my ace hitter in softball. This...this soft, pink-nippled little thing...was unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and I had to know if she was real.
Stealthily, silently, I stretched my arm through the door and reached toward her, but was interrupted by a voice calling her from outside her room. It was her boyfriend! I flattened myself against the wall, but quickly discovered I had a good view of the room by way of her mirror. I watched breathlessly as she pulled down his shorts, revealing just how glad he was to see her.
She knelt before his throbbing young manhood. Over the years, I must have seen hundreds of cocks in locker rooms, but seldom had I seen one like this. It was long- she could barely hold it in both hands. It was so fat her fingers did not meet. And it was rigid as only a young man can be.
I watched mesmerized, my shame and fear of discovery overcome by my fascination at watching these two perfect looking youths. They clearly knew each other intimately. The way her tongue curled expertly along the flap of skin beneath the head of his cock suggested that she was a more than expert cocksucker. She obviously knew just how he liked it. I felt my own manhood throb wishing it was my cock she was licking. I tried to look away, but could not. Her nipples seemed to stare back at me, daring me to breathe.
I released my cock from my pants. Her eyes bulged in surprise at my girth. Her friend was still unaware I was watching. I hefted my meat in my hand, teasing myself by tickling the same spot she was licking.
Watching the girl now swallowing his testes one at a time, I allowed my fingers to play along my scrotum. Her eyes met mine. As she sucked her treats deeper, she tried to smile. Her fingers played across her nipples.
My nipples tingled in sympathy with her stimulation. I watched her talented tongue slurp around the rim of his cock head and started undoing the rest of my clothes.
Suddenly she stopped sucking her boyfriend (if indeed that's what he was) and said, to him but loud enough that I could hear "I think I hear someone coming. We better get dressed."
As he struggled to stiff his engorged meat into his pants, she smiled evilly and winked at me. They rushed off.
It was only then that I realized I was standing in front of a window overlooking the street. A crowd of dozens of people stood outside, staring at my nude body. One guy was pointing at my penis. A few were smirking. They had no idea what had lead me to this situation
"In for a penny in for a pound " I thought, slowly resuming purposefully stroking my cock.
"Hey, that's illegal," someone shouted from my left. I saw two cops rushing over.
"Yikes," I thought, dashing for an exit.
I ducked quickly into an open doorway, not knowing or caring what lay beyond. The dark little room might have been a janitor's closet. I gently closed the door, hoping my pursuers would rush on past.
I heard whispered noises behind me.
In the tiny glow from the vent slots in the transom high above the door, I could make out two figures that, well, were obviously making out. The girl had dress in a puddle around her ankles. A blond youngster cupped two pale reflective massive tits in his hands. His head was bent, lips mere inches above a first-rate set of perky nipples. They froze, awkward in my presence. I noticed that his zipper was open and one of her tiny hands was buried inside his pants. She tried to pull it free, but in the process extricated his shiny pale cock. The knob stuck shyly out the flap of his trousers, like some hibernating ferret aroused from sleep, sniffing the breeze to find prey, or to avoid becoming prey.
"Don't let me interrupt," I said. Where did that come from? Watching was nasty, compared to my normal existence. Encouraging crossed another line entirely. It reached almost the forbidden land of participation. These kids were barely legal, celebrating their high school graduation. I was a chaperone. This was plain wrong. So, why did it feel so right?
