It really wasn't my fault, I wasn't planning on being seen, let alone caught. I was enjoying myself immensely, the pleasure that was running through me was intense. I had blocked all of reality from coming into the encompassing pleasure that was two different vibrators. One pressed deep inside my asshole, the other pulsing away on my clit. All the while I thought my door was at least closed, then again I had rushed home from school just to do this.
It was hot and sticky, late August turning into cool September. The start of my senior year in high school, freshly legal at 18 and wild; I bought the aforementioned vibrating pleasure devices during the summer time and was forced by circumstances to leave the plain brown box which contained the illicit toys closed until that afternoon. Early dismissal coupled with speedy buses, I was home within an hour. Greeted by the sight I was rarely afforded, the young man that does the yard work for my neighborhood, no shirt, and sweat dripping from tan muscles. I wanted to fuck him, to have him fuck and dominate me.
Alas, for I am a virgin through and through, added to that fact I am a nerdy, fat chick with nothing more to say to him than a simple hello and offer homemade baked goods. I didn't get to say much more than a greeting as I ran upstairs to my beautifully running AC and my plain brown box filled with lascivious merriment. I think it was around that time that I should have checked the door to make sure it was completely closed. Maybe I wouldn't have been caught with my ass in the air, face smashed into my pillows to keep my moans from leaking out into the judgment of the outside world. With fingers covered in more pussy juice from repeated orgasms that climaxed upon the beginning of one another.
I would have stayed blissfully unaware of even being watched had I not turned my head away from the pillow to look bleary eyed at the cable box to see what time it was. I didn't want to be caught in the middle by my mother or brother coming home from work. Instead I was greeted with the wonderfully stunning Tony standing in my door shirt over his shoulder; I forgot the front door was open so he could leave the equipment he used in the living room, he was probably looking for the money he was owed. He was panting, blue eyes focused on my now still hips. I could feel his eyes on the dildo in my ass. I closed my legs tight after about a minute of being looked at and rolled off my bed to the far side closest to my AC farthest away from the door.
I was about to cry, the buzzing of the toys and the awkwardness of the situation were the only things filling the room. I fumbled in the tension filled air to turn off the now taunting devices. He was looking anywhere but me, I could see why, his cock was hard and making an alluring imprint in his blue basketball shorts. I was still looking when he finally started to speak. He had started off slow and trying not to mishandle the situation any further, "I am sorry. I didn't know if you where awake I couldn't really hear anything and your mom isn't home. So-" he stopped mid sentence when he figured I wasn't really paying his words any mind whatsoever, forgoing the sensible tactic of covering myself and looking away to instead look at his twitching cock which hadn't made the decision to go into remission.
I am perfectly fine with that. His hands are moving I didn't want him to cover it; I wanted to see it and touch it, lick it and please him. I wasn't thinking with my intellectual brain, I am thinking with the little one filled only with nerves and sensation, my response was surprising to both of us. "Don't do that." I was frowning and concentrating on the perturbing shape of his cock. His hand twitched and stopped in the space between covering his fat and pulsing cock to moving it back to his side.
