I was walking through my house one night getting ready for bed, and when I passed by my spare bedroom something caught my eye. I stopped in the doorway; through my window I saw Tony, standing in his room with the lights on. He was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, his chest and abs drawing my gaze. His body seemed to be glistening in the light, bringing the memory of our last encounter back to the forefront of my mind. The heat of his body pressed against me, sweat dripping down our skin as Tony fucked me in the middle of my hallway.
The movement in the window broke my daydream and brought me back to the present. I watched as Tony dropped to the ground and started doing pushups. That explained the sweat I guess. When he stood back up he noticed me in my doorway. He walked closer to his window and waved. In that moment I wasn’t thinking too much about feeling guilty; all I could think about was how much I wanted Tony’s cock inside of me.
I walked into my spare room so he could see me better and I smiled and waved back to him. We stood there looking at one another; neither of us seemed to know what to do next. Then I watched as Tony reached to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his hips, letting them drop to the floor. He was standing completely naked in his room with his eyes still locked on mine.
I stared at the sweat still dripping down his chest and tight stomach, this time my eyes continued further down his body to his now growing cock. He reached down and grabbed it in his hand and slowly began to stroke it. I watched him getting harder as his hand moved up and down his stiffening shaft. After a few more strokes he pulled his hand away, letting his cock stand on its own.
I reached down the front of my own pants and found the slippery slit between my legs. I ran a finger up and down the wet folds of my pussy slowly, imagining that my finger was the hard cock I was staring at instead of my own hand. Fuck it! It’s not like I was doing something illegal. I slid my hand out of my pants and with my finger glistening from my own juices I signaled Tony over.
I watched him hurriedly pull his shorts back up, throw on a t-shirt and run out his bedroom door. I went to my bedroom and stripped out of my jeans in anticipation of Tony’s arrival, but that’s all I had time for before I heard my front door open and quickly slam shut. He hurried down the hall and by the time he reached my room he had already shed his shirt.
He walked towards me but before he could embrace me I spun him around and pushed him to the bed. I didn’t say a word as I dropped to my knees, pulling his shorts to the floor simultaneously. His young cock sprang free, begging desperately for attention which I was happily prepared to give it.
I grabbed the base of the shaft in my hand and enveloped my pink lips around the tip of his cock. I greedily sucked as much of him as I could possibly fit down my throat and began bobbing my head up and down on him. I used one hand to grip the base of his cock, squeezing it each time I took him down my throat. With the other hand I gently massaged his balls, rolling them around softly. Tony reached down, running his fingers through my hair as my mouth worked his cock in and out.
“FUCK! You’re good at this! You must be horny as shit, girl!”
“Mmmmmph hmmmmm,” was the best I could manage with a mouthful of dick.