I was shocked, but laid stock still. He seemed emboldened by my lack of movement, as I could feel the air shift as he moved in for closeup photos. He must have assumed my drinking had made me all but unconcious, as the camera whirred and clicked away.
I didn't know what to do. My heart raced. Soon, he put the camera down, and a sense of releif washed over me. Through squinted eyes I stole a glimpse of him as he had his back turned to me. I couldn't make out what he was doing exactly. His arms were in front of him and his head down. FInally he shuffled 180 degrees, his head still down. Again my heart raced as I saw what I did: he had the front of his track pants pulled down, and was tracing a large long bulge in a pair of tight, silky blue boxer briefs. He petted it gingerly as if contemplating what to do. Then, as if a coming to a concensus, reached down into the waistband and pulled out a long thick, black, cock. Not quite hard...but definitely not flaccid.
Finally he looked up at me. My eyes still mostly shut, peering at him through my eyelashes, he seemed satisfied I was still passed out. He walked close to me, so he was standing next to where my waist was, obviously contenting himself looking at my wedged panties and ass.
Barely audible was an "Oooh yeah" as the sound of him stroking his cock became evident. I just wanted it to end and oddly felt almost embarrassed for him. I just closed my eyes expecting the whole thing to end in a few minutes. What I wasn't prepared for was suddenly feeling a warm, somewhat moist hand, reaching between my thighs rubbing the gusset of my panties.
I shold mention that the whole thing, it's naughty nature, it's "wrongness", the awkward sexual conduct, did have me little excited. I was wet, precisely because I ought not be. I stiffened a moment at his touch but to maintain my ruse of sleep, I relaxed, inadvertantly bending a knee so my leg flopped off the edge of the couch. This exposed my gusset a bit more and this young man seemed encouraged by that. RUbbing me more as he stroked. The attention was too much, and finally, automatically, I shifted my hips pushing against his fingers...My God! What was I doing??? A soft moan from my lips met with a soft chuckle above me. Without hesitation, he plunged a finger inside me, as my eyes opened as I gasped...what was I getting into?? |