Jack's cock sliding inside her. He had
pushed back the chair a little; she almost strained her neck trying
to see his cock, but still no joy. She rubbed her clit faster; she
wanted to come when he did. Faster, faster, he was coming - even
from here, she could tell. He was coming. She felt her own orgasm
engulf her, as she saw him slump back into his chair.
Book 1: Part 2
She could think
about nothing else all evening. Did this mean he wasn't seeing
anyone? She knew it didn't - she'd often masturbated when she had
been in a relationship. Most of the guys she had been with hadn't
had the first clue how to satisfy her – so she’d had to do it
herself. Mum and dad both commented how quiet she was. She told
them she was disappointed in missing out on the job at the library.
She wasn't lying, but it wasn't the main thing on her mind.
The next day,
she tried to keep busy, so she wouldn’t think about Jack, but she
couldn’t get the image, of him masturbating, out of her head. She’d
wanted him for so long; when was she actually going to do something
about it? If she didn't, she knew she would regret it for the rest
of her life. It occurred to her that what she witnessed yesterday
might not be a one-off, so at exactly the same time as the day
before, she climbed up into the tree house. The conservatory was
empty. She watched and waited.
Twenty minutes
later, Jack appeared. Just like yesterday, he sat at the table, and
opened his laptop. Just like yesterday, he undid his trousers.
Unlike yesterday, Eve didn't just sit and watch. Instead, she
climbed down the tree, so quickly she almost fell. She rushed
through the house. Her mum and dad had gone out, so there were no
awkward questions. She knew if she stopped to think about it, she
would get cold feet, so she hurried straight around to the Brown's
house, and rang the doorbell. His parents had to be out; otherwise
he wouldn’t be wanking in the conservatory. No answer, so she
pressed the bell again. A few seconds later, she saw a shape
through the frosted glass at the side of the door. Her heart was
almost bursting out of her chest, and for a second she considered
running back home. Before she had the chance, the door opened.
“Eve?”
He looked
flustered, not surprising under the circumstances.
“I've just been
in the tree house,”
He looked
confused.
“There's a
great view of your conservatory from up there.”
“Oh.” The penny
had dropped. His face flushed.
“I thought
there might be something I could help you with,” she pushed him
gently back inside the house, pulled the door closed behind her,
and put her hand on his crotch. He was still hard.
“It feels like
you need some help with this.”
“We can't.”
“Don't you
fancy me?
“Of course I
do. I always have, but...”
“You'd rather
have a wank?”
“No,
but...”
She started to
stroke the bulge in his trousers.
“Fuck it. Come
on.” He took her by the hand, and led her upstairs to his
bedroom.
It took them no
more than a few seconds to tear off each others clothes. Jack
pushed her gently back onto the bed, and climbed on beside her. He
parted her legs, his mouth seeking out her pussy. She closed her
eyes, waiting for the first tantalising touch. She didn't have long
to wait, His tongue circled her, slowly – teasing. She had dreamed
of this for so many years, she was going to savour every second.
His fingers gently held back her lips to give his tongue access.
She ran her fingers through his hair while he went to work on her
clit. He needed no guidance; he was doing all the right things. He
pushed one, and then a second finger inside her – his tongue still
working its magic. Without missing a beat, he shuffled around until
his cock was hovering over her face. Hmmm sixty nine – her
favourite number.
She took his
cock in her hand, allowing herself a few seconds to admire the
beautiful specimen. Long and hard – just the way she liked them.
She flicked the head with
pushed back the chair a little; she almost strained her neck trying
to see his cock, but still no joy. She rubbed her clit faster; she
wanted to come when he did. Faster, faster, he was coming - even
from here, she could tell. He was coming. She felt her own orgasm
engulf her, as she saw him slump back into his chair.
Book 1: Part 2
She could think
about nothing else all evening. Did this mean he wasn't seeing
anyone? She knew it didn't - she'd often masturbated when she had
been in a relationship. Most of the guys she had been with hadn't
had the first clue how to satisfy her – so she’d had to do it
herself. Mum and dad both commented how quiet she was. She told
them she was disappointed in missing out on the job at the library.
She wasn't lying, but it wasn't the main thing on her mind.
The next day,
she tried to keep busy, so she wouldn’t think about Jack, but she
couldn’t get the image, of him masturbating, out of her head. She’d
wanted him for so long; when was she actually going to do something
about it? If she didn't, she knew she would regret it for the rest
of her life. It occurred to her that what she witnessed yesterday
might not be a one-off, so at exactly the same time as the day
before, she climbed up into the tree house. The conservatory was
empty. She watched and waited.
Twenty minutes
later, Jack appeared. Just like yesterday, he sat at the table, and
opened his laptop. Just like yesterday, he undid his trousers.
Unlike yesterday, Eve didn't just sit and watch. Instead, she
climbed down the tree, so quickly she almost fell. She rushed
through the house. Her mum and dad had gone out, so there were no
awkward questions. She knew if she stopped to think about it, she
would get cold feet, so she hurried straight around to the Brown's
house, and rang the doorbell. His parents had to be out; otherwise
he wouldn’t be wanking in the conservatory. No answer, so she
pressed the bell again. A few seconds later, she saw a shape
through the frosted glass at the side of the door. Her heart was
almost bursting out of her chest, and for a second she considered
running back home. Before she had the chance, the door opened.
“Eve?”
He looked
flustered, not surprising under the circumstances.
“I've just been
in the tree house,”
He looked
confused.
“There's a
great view of your conservatory from up there.”
“Oh.” The penny
had dropped. His face flushed.
“I thought
there might be something I could help you with,” she pushed him
gently back inside the house, pulled the door closed behind her,
and put her hand on his crotch. He was still hard.
“It feels like
you need some help with this.”
“We can't.”
“Don't you
fancy me?
“Of course I
do. I always have, but...”
“You'd rather
have a wank?”
“No,
but...”
She started to
stroke the bulge in his trousers.
“Fuck it. Come
on.” He took her by the hand, and led her upstairs to his
bedroom.
It took them no
more than a few seconds to tear off each others clothes. Jack
pushed her gently back onto the bed, and climbed on beside her. He
parted her legs, his mouth seeking out her pussy. She closed her
eyes, waiting for the first tantalising touch. She didn't have long
to wait, His tongue circled her, slowly – teasing. She had dreamed
of this for so many years, she was going to savour every second.
His fingers gently held back her lips to give his tongue access.
She ran her fingers through his hair while he went to work on her
clit. He needed no guidance; he was doing all the right things. He
pushed one, and then a second finger inside her – his tongue still
working its magic. Without missing a beat, he shuffled around until
his cock was hovering over her face. Hmmm sixty nine – her
favourite number.
She took his
cock in her hand, allowing herself a few seconds to admire the
beautiful specimen. Long and hard – just the way she liked them.
She flicked the head with
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