I sit on the couch, eyes closed as I think of how to waste the rest of the day. I don't exactly have much to do, and my friends are all out of town, visiting family for Christmas. Lucky me. This isn't even my couch. I feel the cold around me, frigid, though I cannot shiver. I have never shivered, and I doubt I will ever. I look up and down the alley, seeing no one. It is rare that I ever do this, as I am normally out in public, but this might be the closest thing I get in a while to 'private.'
I breathe in the cold hair, and breathe out in a white mist. The snow is light, sticking in my hair and on my clothes. I look around one more time, smelling the smell of a Christmas dinner from some house a while away. My eyes droop, not able to really know what I'm missing.
No matter. I shall be spending my Christmas a bit... differently. I move my hands, raking my fingernails gently down my sides. I reach them slowly up my shirt and to my bra, cupping my breasts in my hands. I don't move my hands for few moments, feeling the anticipation release as I squeeze my tender sacks of tissue that hang from my chest.
I keep a careful eye out, paranoid, not daring to get carried away. I let out a small gasp as my fingers brush against my flat nipple. I graze a fingernail over the fabric of my bra and bite my lip, tiny bits of pleasure shooting through my breast. Without warning to my body, I reach under my bra and pinch the nipple between my thumb and index finger, gentle as always. I pull gently and roll my fingers together, letting out a shaky sigh as I move my other hands to my other breast. I let out a tiny, inaudible whine and ick my lips. I rake my fingernails down my stomach and cup my vaginal lips, giving them a light squeeze before slipping my hands below my pants, and doing the same through my panties.
I move my underwear to the side, casting multiple glances around. I play with my slit, dragon my finger above the line. I press the folds gently against my clit and let out a heavy sigh.
I reach to my opening, scooping up a nice bit of my wetness on my fingers and dragging them lightly across each side of my clit. I let out a shaky sigh and grind against my finger. Pleasure shoots all over my gaping hole, and through my inner thighs. I drag my finger back and forth along my clitoris, the pressure now more direct. I let out a slight whimper as I adjust. I speed up my grinding and fingering, rubbing my clitoris progressively faster before harder. I begin letting my whimpers come out, though not loud enough for anyone not in the alley with me to here. I can feel pleasure hitting me in waves as I go faster and harder, my whines getting louder and search for intruders hastier.
It takes a while before I finally reach my peak and let out a soft moan, feeling like I could shiver in pleasure. Sadly, I can't shiver and savor that feeling. The snow has begun to fall harder now, so I adjust my bra and panties, standing up and freezing, though not due to the cold. Standing just outside the alley is a boy, probably near my age, staring right at me.
"Uh-uhm, hello?" I ask, trying to play it cool as if I was totally not just masturbating in a public alleyway.
"Are you... okay?" the male asks, clearly appearing confused. I hesitate. No, I am not okay.
"Yes," I lie, wanting someone to be with me other than my friends. It gets awfully lonely hanging out around those assholes.
"Are you sure? You just seemed a bit," the male pauses, looking unsure, "into it." I freeze, going even more stiff then before.
"Y-you weren't mean to see that," I stammer, looking away towards the ground, "I... I'm sorry?"
"No, you don't have to be," the boy protests, adjusting his scarf then becoming tense. "I'm, uh, sorry for staring maybe a bit, um, longer then I should have?"
Something about him saying that makes me aroused, though I make sure not to show it. How long was he watching and how did I not notice him? He becomes even more tense, looking a bit embarrassed, though 'a bit' may be too much of an understatement. He takes a hesitant step towards me, looking extremely unsure.
"Is it okay?" he asks, taking a few more steps towards me, ending in me seeing that undeniable bulge against his jeans. My eyes widen, unsure how to respond.
is he asking me what I think he is? I have no clue how this even took the path it did.
"Y-yeah," I stammer hesitant. He smiles slightly, walking more confidently towards me. I study him carefully as he does this. He's gorgeous, I'll give him that. If I wasn't so embarrassed being caught masturbating I'd probably have thought about him pervertedly far earlier. Soon, he's right in front of me, is heard cock not too far from my own aroused privates. I feel him place a hand on my arm, not grabbing, just touching. He leans forward, his eyes darkening as his breathe finds its way to dance on my ear.
"May I?" he asks, his voice far bolder, more seductive.
"Please," I whisper breathlessly as his lips engulf my ear lobe, biting and nibbling gently on the soft flesh. The hand that was on my arm finds its way to the back of my head, supporting me as he pulls back from my ear.
"Does it matter if anyone hears?" he asks, staring into my eyes with those dark jewels that may be considered either eyes or precious jewels.
"No," I mutter, feeling almost completely entranced in this.
"Does it matter if anyone sees?" he asks, and I repeat my answer, shaking my head slightly. He does say anything else, moving one hand up my side and pulling me towards him by the small my back. I can feel his hard member again my throbbing wetness. This only clouds my mind further as I push forwards to grind against that bulge in his jeans. He holds me in place, and I struggle to hold bag a whimper of annoyance. The man finds his way to making little pecks and kisses along my neck and collarbone as he bends down, leaving hickies as he goes. He kneels before me, making me want oh so badly to just move forward and grind against his face.
He flashes a grin up at me, and slides his hands up my shirt. My hands find their way into his snow-covered hair. He moves upward, placing my shirt above my head and running his tongue from just above my belly button and up in between my breasts. His hands land on my breasts an pinch my nipples, sudden and hard. I jerk and yelp arching myself towards him. He coddles and sucks on my breasts. I hear him let out a low growl of a moan that makes me so close to shivering in arousal, but my body forbids such things.
He lowers himself out of his shirt and traces a finger along the fabric in-between my legs. The urge to shiver, shudder, and squirm rises, though the inability finds its way to build my anticipation. More suddenly then I expect, my pants and underwear are down and I'm facing the exit to the alley for all the world to see. The boy's hands grip my ass firmly, is tongue teasing my slit. My legs feel weak, and I quickly see why he has to hold by buttocks. His tongue slips suddenly inside, between my folds and into my vagina, twisting and drinking my juices. I moan, maybe a little louder then I should as he retracts his tongue and laps at my clit. I whimper, pressing his head further towards me. The pressure of the muscle against my walls increases, sucking and lapping at the little nub. I let out a high-pitched cry. Paranoid I check around me, desperate to not be caught. He looks up at me looking around as slaps my butt. I stand upright while he eats me out hard and faster until I can feel my orgasm rising and threatening to explode all over his face. My moans grow louder as he lets out a low, content growl, something both intimidating and reassuring.
Oh God, I love this feeling. I don't want to cum yet, I just want this to last. He must notice my change in demeanor as he pulls away, giving my belly a light bite. I whine, wanting to feel more of that but he simply chuckles and stands up, moving behind me and wrapping his arms around my stomach. It's quite sudden as he pulls me back on the couch and against his hard penis. I grind my ass against it, earning a grin and moan from my newfound, most likely temporary lover.
