She Catches Me

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Everyone had a crush on Mandy.It wasn’t even worth confessing. I shouldn’t have even been at the graduation party. My sister had been invited and I was a spillover guest, probably just in the hope that we’d both bring presents. We hadn’t really run in the same circles since junior year. Back then, Sarah had been really close with Mandy. I saw her so much at their sleepovers, chatting and even becoming friendly enough that I thought I might get to indulge in my prevalent fantasies.Then reality settled in, and she started seeing Brad.The party was one of those events that comes at the threshold of a new start. Like I was just this leftover reminder of what life had been like before her boobs captivated the attention of our entire class. At least my sister could count on a few friends that overlapped the social Venn Diagram. I was alone, trying at first to fixate on my phone and then… It was her ass that held my attention, bursting out of that thin triangle when she pulled herself out the pool. She glistened, the highlights in her hair beaming in the sun. Her hand reached back so naturally, those long, slender fingers adjusting the fabric back into place. It was enough. Burned into my brain was the sight of that tanned and toned buttocks, sneaking out whenever she turned or stretched, showing whatever everyone wanted and no one knew.Except Brad.He wasn’t even that much of a douchebag. I mean, we all still kind of hated him. But they’d gone steady until the summer, splitting Ankara bayan escort only because they were attending different colleges. But compared to the All-Star Jock who started varsity football and baseball, I might as well have been the hairless mole rat Mandy carried around in her pocket. Until she forgot I existed. I carried a torch in a causal way, really because I didn’t have a whole lot of other options. Our private school had a graduating class of 56. Halfway through high school, I had already blown any chance at courtship with anyone other than my five fingers. It hurt watching everyone parter up, not only because I was horny and desperate. Each couple meant hearing about their glowing new happiness while my frustration fermented. It must have shown. Eventually, I expected to spend each Saturday night alone on the weekend, wondering about what fading friends were doing, slowly festering into some kind of angry sex famished freak.God, looking at Mandy – it was closer than any porn. I could have reached out and touched here. Maybe not from the pool table, but she was real. Those ass cheeks, the sway of her breasts in that top, that chance that it all would spill out with one misplaced splash… it all went right to my head. And not the bigger one.I certainly wasn’t consciously thinking about it. The last thing I wanted was to be remembered as the creepy stalker who got a boner at the graduation party. I could see the ruined reunions Escort bayan Ankara flashing in my future as I rushed towards the pool house, hiding my erection like I was that same gangly geek back in junior high. I guess I still was. I didn’t really think college would be any better. Sure, I’d heard plenty of promises about what was waiting for dorky virgins like me at college. But I had my doubts. It’s not like I would suddenly shed this shyness. I would know I was a virgin, and worse, the kind of pervert who gets hard staring at girls in the middle of a party. Who would want to fuck me?  I closed the pool house door in a rush, not thinking about the lock. There would be no willing down my erection. The second I stepped outside and saw Mandy or another girl, I would be standing at attention again, praying for someone not to notice. I moved my hand to my dick, pulling it out from my waistband in one fluid motion. I stroked with a flushed excitement, thrilled at the change of venue. It was the least I could do for my erotic imagination. I started strong, feeling the familiar twitch in my head, only to have the sensation fade as I pulled my hard-on. I didn’t even think about it. I stood at the window, peering through the Venetian blinds trying to stare at Mandy. I didn’t see her at the pool. I could only imagine that nearly naked body, trickling down slippery droplets onto sunlight sex, glowing in every curve and space between those Bayan escort Ankara thin straps of fabric. I scanned the pool, trying to catch one last masturbatory image. Just the thought was enough to get me growing. I jerked faster then slowed, suddenly feeling myself close to the edge. I didn’t want to finish just yet. I needed one last glimpse. I groaned, the tickling rising up to my urethra, sensing that point of no return…“Dude, what the fuck?!”The outrage came straight on the heels of Mandy stumbling in, standing there and staring after that sudden shriek. I’d heard it all too late, lost in my own shameful lust.She slammed the door behind her. “Jesus Christ, look you stupid shit. You can latch the fucking door and no one will no when you need to… fuck you were watching us! You fucking perv who are you looking at while you touch your… your…”She looked down and gulped.“Cock…”I reached down, trying to pull my trunks back up before she closed the distance. I was certain she would hit me. With my swimsuit still around my ankles, I cowered, bracing my elbows up, certain she would start swinging. Instead, Mandy reached over me, letting me peak through tight red top, marveling at the skin revealed in that simple stretch. “Who is it huh? Who’s got that… that… thing so hard. Oh fuck me! I didn’t even notice what your sister was wearing. I wonder what she’ll say when I tell her. I bet-”“No!”“I think I’m going to…”“It’s not her! I didn’t… it wasn’t…”I took a deep breath, knowing what she suggested was so much worse. “Bullshit.”“No! No, it was you.”“Bullshit. I wasn’t even out there.”“You gotta believe me,” I stammered, nearly crying. “I didn’t mean to! I’ve had a crush on you since, since back when we were friends. I didn’t mean it. I just… I saw your ass, you were adjusting, and I…”

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