I woke up at daylight with morning wood and a hang-over, fretting over seeing Mia again after the previous night's epic wank session. It was highly likely she'd not only heard, but seen me coming like a freight train while fantasising about her. It was going to be awkward as fuck at breakfast.
I went for a long run to gather my courage and rehearse my strategy for maintaining my self respect. Heading upstairs for a shower, and passing by Stacy's room, door set wide open, I caught a glimpse of a mop of blonde hair atop a spread-eagled face-down figure, bedding thrown aside. I couldn't help myself: I went back for a better look.
One long and toned arm was thrown out perpendicular to her spectacular torso, a tempting thatch of sweaty armpit peeking out of the juncture. My crush's right leg was bent at the knee, foot resting against the left which was stretched straight out. Her other arm was jammed under her prone athletic form. There was only a hint of the hand beneath, taking the form of the tips of 2 fingers poking outwards from beneath her crotch. Clearly I wasn't the only one jacking off last night.
Mia's stunning skin was pale olive and almost entirely unblemished from head to toe, a sexy groove ran down the centre of her muscular back from between her hair-tousled shoulder blades and the base of her spine. A deep, soft cleft started from her tailbone and rose up like a ski slope to reveal PAWG cheeks either side of an almost obscenely bloated and puffy vagina. She looked like she had the world's biggest and tastiest cream puff jammed between her legs, competing for space with her luscious globes. In contrast to her arms, her crotch was absolutely bald, like the day she was born. No stubble whatsoever and no rash. Whoever waxed that girl was an expert. The protruding inner labia lips were fleshy and long and still moist and swollen, slightly parted to reveal a hint of damp pink inside. Her rosebud was set shallow and visible, the crinkled oval slightly darker than the rest of her skin, almost symmetrically lined around its centre. She was perfection, at least to me: A human version of a female ape on heat with no part of her genitals or asshole left to the imagination, jutting out for all to see and challenging the male of the species to take her.
Had she left the door open for my benefit? It left me all the opportunity in the world to stay where I was and drink her in, escape only a hasty footstep away before she could lift and turn her head if she woke up. The bathroom was my plausible destination anyway. Perfect. Fuck, I was really embracing my perverted side.
I reached down and wrestled my dick out of my jockstrap. There was no lack of lubrication: I was leaking like I hadn't come in weeks and I gently stroked myself. The whole taboo situation was so exciting, I felt like a teenager spying on a naked girl for the first time. Except I wasn't, was I? I was a grown man violating my daughter's friend's privacy for sexual gratification: A bad person, and loving it. I made a mental note to be less judgemental of others in future.
It's not like I'm a Don Juan but I have had quite a few sexual experiences in my life apart from Stacy's mother. However, I'd never really been in this situation where the object of my lust was so exposed and unknowing and vulnerable. The scent of her permeated the room, her sweet & sour sweat and vaginal fluids mixing to a heady perfume. My lusty eyes zeroed in on her pussy and ass as I stroked my throbbing rod and breathed her in. The bottom of her left ass cheek had a long crease creating a perfect bubble and her bent right leg made the other curve on forever as it joined her thigh.
As I gazed right at it, unexpectedly, her crinkled asshole opened up revealing the depths of her rectum and a long, tuneful sigh, almost a yawn pierced the air. The dilated pink ring closed gently to a tight pucker and the room was filled with a pungent aroma. Now, I'm no fan of farts or scat for that matter, but this was something else. Too hard to describe but maybe you can relate if I tell you that once I had a partner who loved me fingering her asshole just as she was about to come. As we would lie there in post-coital bliss, I would hold my finger to my nose and breathe in her musky scent, like a mild blue cheese. I couldn't get enough of it and would deliberately not wash it afterwards so that I could enjoy the odour which would persist for the rest of the day. Not as unnatural as it sounds...modern research reveals we are attracted to partners with a microbiome dissimilar to our own...or maybe I'm just a warped fuck making excuses for my kinks...
