Kyle stepped into Mel's house and closed the door behind him. He had knocked and received no answer so he entered anyway, same as usual. As he made his way into the kitchen he heard soft moans coming from the bedroom. Intrigued, he stood by the door and peered through the keyhole.
There before him stood Mel, who appeared to have just stepped out of the shower. Her damp hair cascaded in ringlets down her shoulders, sending small beads of water over her ample breasts. He watched them slide over her breasts and down her stomach, leaving little glistening trails. She stood there, naked, her delicate fingers lightly brushing her nipples, turning them into hard beacons of desire. She walked over to her bed, hands still caressing her breasts and lay down, spreading her legs to allow the cool morning air to wash over her damp pussy.
Kyle watched in awe at the scene before him. His dick became hard as he imagined himself in there with Mel, running his fingers through her short, dark landing strip. As if on cue, Mel moved one hand down to her belly button, circling in time with the hand on her left breast. She slowly moved it to her mound, fingers gently tugging at the small patch on her otherwise hairless pussy. Kyle held his breath as her other hand moved to part the curtains to her pussy, revealing the warm pink entrance that lay behind. Using just one finger she began slowly massaging her clit, and then increased the speed as she became more aroused. Kyle watched as Mel slid two fingers into her damp tunnel and held them there momentarily, before she started fucking herself with them. She was now using the palm of her hand to rub her clit as it became swollen with lust. Soft moans escaped her full lips, adding to Kyle's arousal. He unzipped his fly to release his now rock hard dick and silently began imitating the scene before him. As her fingers glided in and out of her now wet pussy, his hand would move over his dick.
