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.
"I want to see it; I want to watch you touch." I was no longer in control of my mouth, body or pleasure; it wanted what it wanted. Tony was getting redder and redder by the second. He looked like a ripe strawberry and I wanted to lick the sweat off of his body. The way he swallowed reminded me of a dead man's gulp, all fear and anxiousness. The door clicked shut and I knew in that instant there was no way I was going to let this moment pass by or even stop for a moment.
Tony made no move past that point, my skin had tightened into goose flesh and I trembled with the anticipation. Remembered I was naked and made a move to cover my breasts, but deemed it unfair since I had already told him not to cover himself. Instead I held them still so I could climb back on the bed. I made him look at me; I spread my legs wide and showed him the dark skin between my legs that had been chafed to blackness by my ever increasing weight. I showed him the swell of my aroused cunt; I spread the folds of my pussy. The air was filled with the smell of my sex. My clit is engorged and pink I run my finger over it in slow tight circular movements. My nipples are hard and I can feel my heart beat making me shake, I feel like I am about to come out of my skin. "Let me see you touch your cock." Tony was backed into the corner by my gaze and husky tone. I was forcing him to participate, "Take your cock out of your shorts and let me see you play with yourself." I was going to keep telling him until he either left or complied. Tony must have thought it better just to comply; his shirt hit the floor with a tiny wet pat his hand reached into the basketball shorts that held all of my ire and pulled out his purple tipped cock, it was lined with thick veins that made his bronze cock seem like live stone work.
He stroked slowly from base to tip and I watched a clear bead of pre-ejaculate surface, he continued in this slow pace making the bead bigger and bigger till his substance started to come out as if from a faucet. I was no better with my fingers teasing my entrance spreading the puddle of my ever dripping pussy liquid on the comforter. "Oh fuck." Tony's voice was ragged and he was ready to come, I wasn't. "Stop, I want you to fuck my mouth. I want to taste you." It took me all I had to say that while making full eye contact and still masturbate. Tony looked to be almost there, stopping only to squeeze his cock at my command and tighter still when I finished my sentence.
