It had been too long since John had last seen Molly in any real, special way. It had also been too long since he'd cum. The last meeting between the high school loner and the sexy mail carrier who was fast becoming as obsessed with him as he was with her had been over a week ago, on Halloween night. For weeks the two had teased and tested each other. John had jerked off in front of Molly twice, once on her large, bare breasts. And most recently John had went down on a woman for the first time, eating Molly out until she came.
But it was a forbidden relationship for many reasons. Their age was a big factor, especially since John still lived with his parents and was a senior in high school, and Molly was married. John discovered this fact at their last meeting, and Molly had almost ended their potentially destructive relationship right then and there, before her husband could be clued in. But when John went down on her, all bets were off. She didn't want to need the shy, young, inexperienced stud, but she did. Desperately.
After his first taste of pussy, John had to leave so fast to avoid the two of them being caught that he never had the chance to receive his own oral pleasure. While it was frustrating, he trusted that Molly would overcome her apprehension about the two of them and come back to blow his mind, as well as something else.
This fantasy was confirmed when Molly gave John a memory card from a digital camera featuring hundreds of photos of her posing for him in various stages of undress or in the nude. He had high-quality images of her standing in nothing but high heels, coiling on a messy bed with her heavy tits and long nipples pointing to the ceiling, sucking on a dildo, fucking herself with her own fingers. He had been masturbating to the pics since getting them, but he had held off on cumming, wanting to give everything he'd built up to Molly, since she was the one who had triggered it all.
And now John was finally going to get his release.
He was extremely nervous as he sat in his vehicle in the parking lot of the cheap motel, just a few miles from his home. Through the photos she gave, Molly had given John a secret message: many of the photos included a single number or letter hidden in them and once he found them all and strung them together, the message said he was to meet her at this address, tonight, at five in the evening. He guessed her intent on hiding the message was to ensure that he was indeed looking at her photos so obsessively that he would notice minute details. And now he was here, and as he looked at his watch, a car pulled into the parking spot beside him. It was Molly.
They got out of their cars in silence, she as nervous as he was. They made brief eye contact, but both shied away. When Molly finally spoke, she said only "wait", which John did, as she went inside the little reception area and booked a room, for how long John wasn't sure. She came out holding the keys, then led him to their room.
The room was cool, for it was November, and the last tenant had left a window open. It was also dark, the entire little unit bathed in a dark blue hue from the setting sunlight pushing through the curtains. Everything in the room was a different shade of blue, which perhaps was why it seemed colder inside than it was outside. Neither of them bothered turning on any lights as the door closed behind them.
John made a mental note not to try and pretend this was some innocent event. He had the urge to surpass the obvious tension in the room by just appearing casual, maybe flopping onto the bed and turning on the TV, as if this were just any normal vacation, and the sex would come naturally. No, he told himself. He had to do his part to keep things progressing. A virgin without a single girlfriend in his past, John had been waiting too long for this, whatever it happened to become.
Molly sat down on the foot of the bed. The squeaks it made were not loud enough to distract either of them from the reality of what was going on. She swallowed hard and looked at him, standing in the entry way, when they finally made eye contact.
"Come here," she whispered, her voice softer and shakier than she wanted. She reached out to him, and he stepped toward her until he was standing before her at the bed.
John was average in everything from his looks to his body size, but there were two things about him that Molly found irresistible. The first was the size of his cock, which, though it would never reach porn star status, was one of the biggest ones she'd ever seen with her own eyes. The other thing was John's eyes; a dark shade of green on the outside, but within they held a deep, passionate longing, eagerness that Molly could feel warming her whenever he looked at her. His gaze was as sensual as a lover's touch, and the best part was that he was completely unaware of it.
He was looking at her with those eyes now.
The room was dead silent, except for the sound of Molly and John breathing. It was so quiet, the subtle noise made by the fabric of Molly's shirt as she lifted her arms toward John was just shy of deafening. She put her fingers on his hips, then drew them together to the button of his jeans...and undid it.
Her breath caught in her throat. She paused, took a deep breath, and exhaled long, but quietly. John's whole body was tingling with excitement. His dick was growing, shifting itself under his jeans.
Molly pulled down his zipper, then paused again. A long pause. After a while, John looked at her, trying to read her face, which was a mask of hesitation and confusion.
Molly felt him looking at her, and so almost looked up into those irresistible eyes, but she didn't. She knew if she did, then she would give herself to him fully, and that was not what she intended to do.
"I want you to give me a...facial," she said.
John didn't know what to say to that. He wasn't sure he could even make a sound to reply.
"Nothing else, though," she explained, too nervous or afraid to look him in the eye. "I just want to watch you jerk off, and then cum on my face."
She finally looked up at him.
"Is that okay?" she asked.
