Looking in the direction of the front door, Gary saw that it hadn’t been shut all the way, and had most likely been blown open by a gust of wind. Quickly, he turned his attention back to Lynn. Her eyes shifted from the door and back to his hard cock, slick with lubricant, pulsing and stiff.
“I thought someone was going to walk in on us.” Lynn said breathily, like a distance runner. Her face betrayed her, the petite blonde was even more aroused than she already had been at the prospect of having someone walk in on them.
Gary could sense he was very close to orgasm. Tightening his grip slightly he pumped his hand more rapidly over his shaft. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If somebody saw us, watched us?” The sparse tuft of dark blonde pubic hair covering Lynn’s pussy was wet and matted by her pungent secretions. Her legs were splayed wide, and she slid her three middle fingers rhythmically in and out of her sex. Her hand was covered with her juices, and it glistened slightly in the light of the room. The wet, vulgar, erotic sounds made by Lynn’s masturbating added to Gary’s arousal.
“Yes, I like to be watched. Come for me. Come now.” Lynn gasped. She ran her free hand slowly back and forth over her beige stocking.
He shifted closer to her, and his leg pressed against hers. Almost reactively, she wrapped her leg around his. He bent forward slightly, and set his left hand on her knee. The supple, silky feel of nylon covering the sexy salesgirl’s leg on more pleasing assault on his senses.
“Taste yourself. Lick your fingers.” Gary said.
Smiling, Lynn quickly complied, withdrawing her fingers, and bringing them to her lips. Eagerly she licked and sucked them clean, before rapidly bringing them back between her legs, and pumping them back into her wet pussy. The scene was too much for him, and jets of thick, white jizz pulsed out of his cock in a torrent, splashing over Lynn’s knee and thigh, and with the last burst a small amount landed on her foot. He fell back against the couch and watched as she raced towards her own orgasm.
She was unfazed by the fact that his sticky seed had sprayed over her, and he suspected that it only made her even more horny.
“Keep stroking, don’t clean up. I’m gonna come.” Lynn gasped.
Seconds later, her legs went stiff and her toes curled, as she let out a animal-like cry of release. “Oh god, yes!” she yelled, and she too fell back against the couch, spent. After a few moments, while the two of them caught their breath, Lynn looked at the small watch on her wrist and then back to Gary.
“What should we do now?” She asked. |