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“Hey babe,” Matt said, answering his mobile phone as he walked past King’s Cross Station in London. “Yeh, fine honey. Just heading back to the hotel.” He glanced across to Paul, who was walking beside him and rolled his eyes. “Pretty boring really, just a couple of drinks after work. Me and Paul are just going to grab a drink at the hotel bar, maybe catch the footy and call it a night after that. Pretty tired. Tough day and an early start tomorrow.”

They stopped at a pedestrian crossing and Matt nodded into the phone. He suddenly tapped Paul on the shoulder and pointed at a girl standing to their right. He mouthed the word ‘babe’ and Paul laughed. “What’s that honey? Saturday? Your parents? Yeh sure. More wedding stuff huh?” He rolled his eyes again. The lights changed and they crossed the road. “Yeh, just at the hotel now. I’ll call you later, OK? Sure. Love you too babe.”

He tapped his phone screen and slid the phone into his pocket.

“That your fiancee, I take it?” Paul asked.

“Yep,” Matt replied.

“When you getting married?”

“Couple of months. Fucking nightmare though. So much planning and it’s really not my thing.”

Paul shook his head and grinned. They’d worked together for nearly a year, both IT Consultants and currently working on a project with a major client in London. Neither of them lived in London, so the large chain hotel near King’s Cross was their week night home for 3 months past and at least 3 more months to go.

“Still don’t see you as the married type mate,” Paul grinned as they approached the steps to the hotel.

“Surprising myself,” Matt chuckled. “Fucking hell, look at that,” he added quietly, flicking his eyes towards two girls coming out of the revolving door.

Paul shook his head and laughed. “Mate, you are unbelievable.”

“Evening ladies,” Matt smiled as the girls passed by them. They giggled, but despite Matt stopping and turning to watch them, they carried on walking. “Jesus, that little blonde is fit as fuck,” he said to Paul.

Paul nodded. “Yeh. London is great, isn’t it?”

Matt beamed a smile at his colleague. “Tell me about it. I could seriously live here.”

“You were having a pretty deep conversation with Lauren earlier,” Paul said as they stepped into the revolving door.

“Man, she’s hot isn’t she?” Matt replied, grinning. “You know she’s only 19 right?”

Paul shook his head. “Thought she was older.”

“Seriously mate,” Matt said, lowering his voice as they walked into the reception area. “I’d so like to do her. When we were at the bar, talking, I could see right down her top. Christ, those tits are amazing.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “What are you? 31? You’ve no chance buddy,” he laughed.

Matt stopped and shook his head. “I’m telling you Paul, she’s into me. If she hadn’t been with that Julie chick tonight, going to some chick flick or whatever, I’d have been bringing her back here.” He raised his hand and ran it through his hair, then stroked his stylishly unshaven chin. “And mate. I’d fuck her senseless!”

Paul groaned. This was a typical conversation with Matt. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever met someone with so much self confidence, particularly around women. It was widely known that Matt had slept with several females who worked for their firm’s clients. It was against company policy, of course, so Matt would unlikely admit it outright, but he’d hinted enough for Paul to believe the rumour mill. He glanced at his colleague, feeling a hint of jealousy at his rugged good looks, 6 foot tall, muscular frame. Some guys have all the luck, he thought to himself.

“My round,” Matt said as they walked into the bar area. “What you having? Pint?”

“Yeh, Peroni please,” Paul replied, walking to a table to the right of the bar. He sat with his back to reception, knowing that Matt preferred the view outwards, giving him the ability to scan for women. This had become their usual seat in the bar, and although it annoyed Paul when Matt was in ‘babe mode’ (as he liked to call it) they more often talked about work, football, cars. Normal bloke stuff. Never Matt’s fiancee though, Paul noted. It struck him that he knew very little about her.

It took a few minutes for Matt to return with the drinks. The barmaid was French, and very pretty, so Paul assumed Matt had been flirting as usual.

“So, this fiancee of yours,” Paul said, sipping his beer. “You should bring her to London some time. Sure she’d love the shopping. Mine did when she came down a month or so back.”

Matt exhaled loudly. “You’re kidding right? Fuck, no way I’d bring her here while I’m working.” He took a gulp of beer then winked at Paul. “Might ruin my chances with Lauren mate.”

Paul chuckled. “You really think you’ve got a chance with her? She’s got a boyfriend, hasn’t she?”

“Apparently. But hey, I’ve got a girlfriend.” He grinned wickedly.

“Fiancee,” Paul corrected him.

Matt sat back and rolled his eyes again. “Look, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, right? I’m in London, fucking miles from home. The odd fuck bahis siteleri here or there…” he shrugged his shoulders.

Paul shook his head in disbelief. “Jesus mate. Why are you even getting married?”

Matt frowned. “Good question.” He changed his expression quickly, beaming a smile. “Seriously though, my fiancee, Sophie, she’s ok. Decent girl actually.” He sipped his beer. Paul stared at him, bemused. “And…well.” He stroked his chin. “Loaded mate. Seriously loaded.”

Paul nodded slowly.

“Her dad has his own company. Manufacturing business. Exports all over the world. Worth millions. When her sister got married, he bought her and her new husband a brand new house. Half a million mate.” He grinned. “He’s doing the same for us. Big 5 bed detached piece. Brand new. We just finished picking all the carpets and shit for it last week.”

“Fuck. Nice one,” Paul said. Some guys get all the luck, he thought again.

“For her 30th, Sophie got a Beemer convertible from her folks,” Matt continued. “435iM Sport. Fifty grand it cost. Loaded mate. She’s buying me a Rolex too. Seriously loaded.”

Paul took a long gulp of beer. Another pang of jealousy shot through him. “But…well, if you don’t mind me saying mate. You’re onto a pretty good thing there. So, what’s with fucking about trying to shag Lauren?”

Matt laid his hands on the table and grinned. “Loaded mate, but no way as fit as Lauren. She’s not a minger. Bit plain, quite big tits but could lose a few pounds, if you know what I mean.”

Paul shuddered. He’d sometimes wondered if Matt was, basically, an asshole. He was hearing a side that could well confirm that theory.

“And anyway,” Matt went on. “I’m away all week, pretty much every fucking week in this job and sometimes…well…needs must and all that.” He laughed, looking very amused with himself.

“Unbelievable mate,” Paul said, shaking his head. He forced a smile though. It wasn’t worth an argument. “Just don’t get caught dude.”

Matt smiled. “Like I say. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.”

Paul let his eyes wander to the football on the television on the wall to his right. “Chelsea two up,” he mused.

“How long to go?” Matt asked.

“5 minutes,” Paul said, squinting at the screen. He mentally calculated that meant it was nearly 10 PM. He’d finish his drink, maybe have another then he’d call it a night. They’d gone out straight after the work the previous night, and hadn’t got back to the hotel until after midnight, so he was pretty tired.

“Good result for them, away from home especially,” Matt quipped, turning his head to watch the game.

“Yeh, quite fancy them to win the whole thing this year,” Paul added.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, watching the game and sipping their beers. It was something they’d done quite a few times over the past 3 months.

Matt suddenly lifted his head, his attention caught by something at reception. “Jesus mate, you should see this one coming,” he grinned. “I saw her this morning at breakfast. Fucking tasty.”

Paul sighed. He refrained from turning his head.

“She was checking me out too buddy,” Matt continued, lowering his voice. Paul noted his eyes were tracking, no doubt watching the female as she walked into the bar. “Fucking peachy.”

Paul watched his colleague smile over his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, she passed him. He raised his eyes, watching her as he walked to the bar. She was tall, maybe 5ft 9, and slim, with long dark hair, softly highlighted with blonde streaks. He exhaled slowly, taking in her tight, pencil black skirt that sat just below mid thigh, slender nylon clad legs and black high heels.

“Fucking special huh?” Matt grinned.

Paul nodded. He let his eyes linger on her tight white shirt, straining to confirm he could see a hint of a black bra.

“She was sat opposite me at breakfast,” Matt continued in a hushed tone. “Wearing jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt. Fucking lovely. Kept smiling at me.”

Paul sighed. He didn’t know, or indeed care, if Matt was telling the truth. He also had no intention of ever cheating on his own fiancee. But that wouldn’t stop him from subtly ogling the girl, and maybe fantasising about her later.

He was still staring when she turned around, wine glass in her hand. He noted her long, slim face, dainty nose and small, almost oriental eyes before he awkwardly averted his gaze. He fumbled his glass while Matt turned his head to follow her, smiling widely as she passed.

“Stunning,” Matt whispered, lifting his glass and taking a gulp. “Fuck, she’s sitting down.”

Paul glanced at the bar, taking advantage of the mirrored backing to just make out her sitting two rows back, side on. He rolled his eyes. Matt would have a perfect view. Some guys have all the luck, he thought for a third time.

“Fuck, I’d do that,” Matt grinned, his voice still low.

“You’d do anything,” Paul retorted. He looked at the TV again.

“Oh come on mate. You have to admit? That’s kinda special.”

Paul canlı bahis siteleri sighed. “Yeh, I know. Wonder what she’s doing here?”

Matt shrugged his shoulders. “Staying in the hotel obviously. Dunno, maybe on business. Looks a bit foreign, you reckon?”

Paul nodded. “A little bit oriental, I thought. Although not first generation.”

“Oriental birds are well dirty,” Matt smirked.

“I don’t think she is actually oriental,” Paul replied sharply, annoyed at his colleagues gross mis-generalisation.

“Whatever,” Matt said, looking straight over Paul’s shoulder at the girl. “It’s fucking awesome.”

“She,” Paul mumbled. “She is fucking awesome.”

Matt furrowed his brow as he looked at him, then laughed. “Sorry, you’re right. ‘She’ is awesome.” Matt’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes widened and he slow nodded appreciatively. “And ‘she,’ my friend,” he added quietly, “is wearing stockings and suspenders.”

Paul snapped his head away from the TV and looked at Matt. “Huh? How do you know?”

“Because she just crossed her legs and I can see the top of one of her thighs,” Matt purred triumphantly. “And I can see her sussy belt too.”

Paul sighed again. He so wanted to turn around, but he was both too shy and too polite to gawp so openly.

“Told you she was into me,” Matt grinned smugly.

Paul shook his head in disbelief. They sat for several minutes, Paul watching the highlights of the goals while his colleague split his time between the TV and less-than-subtle glances at the girl.

“Mate, she’s proper smiling at me,” Matt whispered. “And flashing her fucking stockings. Fuck, I reckon she’s proper dirty.”

Paul picked up his glass and drained it. “Mate, you live in fantasy land.” He chuckled. “Another beer?”

“I’m here for as long as she is,” Matt laughed, draining his own glass.

Paul stood and up and walked across to the bar. He ordered two beers and half turned his body, hoping to catch a sneaky look at the girl. He was surprised when he saw her stand up. She smiled at him and he quickly turned back to the bar, embarrassed that she’d caught him staring. Although the mirror was angled downwards, he could make out her briefly stopping at their table. He snuck a glance, seeing her bending down and talking to Matt. She suddenly stood up and walked towards the bar, making Paul once again avert his eyes; his cheeks burning.

“Thank you,” she said, sliding her empty glass to the barmaid. She smiled at Paul as she turned around. “Hi,”

“H..hi,” he mumbled, but she was already walking away. His eyes followed her as she walked across the bar, bum swaying in that tight skirt.

“There are your beers,” the barmaid said.

He waited until the girl was out of sight before picking up the beers and walking back to the table. Matt immediately turned to him, holding up a room key with the biggest grin Paul had ever seen.

“Oh…my…god,” Matt explained. “She’s given me her room key!” He waved the key card at Paul as he sat down.

“She what?” Paul asked.

“She’s given me her spare room key,” Matt replied, almost breathless. “Fuck! Room 402.”

Paul shook his head, stunned. “What? She just walked over and gave you it?”

“Pretty much,” Matt grinned. He looked as bemused as Paul felt. “She said ‘I’ve seen you looking at me. Do you like what you see?’ I replied, ‘well yes honey, you are stunning.’ She just smiled at me and placed the card down on the table and said ‘I get lonely in my room. Perhaps you could come and keep me company?’ Fuck. I told you mate. Dirty.”

Paul raised his glass and took a long gulp. “Are you being serious?”

“Fuck yes.”

“I don’t believe it. Fuck. She’s what, basically inviting you up for…for a shag?” He shook his head.

“Looks like it. Fuck, did you make out those tits? Who the fuck is Lauren huh?”

Paul frowned. “What you going to do?”

Matt leaned back in his chair and stroked his chain. “I think I’m going to go and get laid.”

“You are kidding right?” Paul exclaimed. “You don’t even know who she is!”

Matt shrugged. “I don’t want to befriend her mate. Did you see that body? Fuck, if she wants me to go and shag her, I’m not passing up that invitation.”

“You’re mental,” Paul muttered. “She could be…be…” He wasn’t entirely sure what she could be. It suddenly struck him they were near Kings Cross, a famous area in London with a particular reputation. “She could be a prostitute you know?” he whispered.

Matt burst out laughing. “Not in a hotel like this mate. Prozzies approach you on street corners. I reckon she’s just a horny bitch, probably on business like us, saw me and fancied some action.”

Paul shrugged. He knew nothing about the seedy world of prostitution, so he couldn’t argue. He was about to remind Matt that he was engaged. But he bit his tongue.

Matt raised his glass and downed half of it in one go. He masked a belch then turned the card over in his fingers.

“It’s an offer I can’t refuse buddy,” he said güvenilir bahis slowly. “You understand right?”

Paul smiled meekly. He didn’t. He didn’t even feel jealous. His colleague was stupid, but it wasn’t his place to advise him. “Your choice mate.”

Matt nodded. “I kinda expected to be shagging Lauren tonight. So this should be a good alternative.” He stood up and patted Paul’s shoulder. “I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

Paul rolled his eyes as Matt walked away. He had no enthusiasm for hearing the gory details of Matt’s impending conquest.

———

Matt stepped into the elevator and pressed for floor 4. He tapped his wallet in his jacket pocket. He had two condoms in there, and he planned on using them both before he got back to his room. His heart beat was racing. He’d heard stories of desperate women in hotels offering themselves to random men for no strings sex. He didn’t expect women like that to look as good as this one though. No strings sex. Perfect. He was onto a good thing with Sophie. A great lifestyle, no money worries. But she wasn’t the best looking, and sex with her was boring.

The elevator pinged and he stepped out on the empty corridor. 402 was diagonally opposite. She’d told him just to let himself in. He stood at the door, took a deep breath and slid the card into the reader. He was almost surprised when the lights flickered green. This was it then.

He slowly pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was just like his. Bathroom on the left, window at the far end. Bed in the recess next to the bathroom, sofa under the window, desk to the right. He let the door close behind him, noting that the room was dimly lit.

“Hello?” he said.

“Hello,” came a reply from the far end of the room. “Come in.”

He walked forward, firstly noticing a white shirt and black skirt draped over the back of the desk chair. He stopped as he saw her laying on the sofa.

“Whoa, fuck! ” he gasped, his eyes widening as he looked at her.

Her elbow was resting on the left hand arm of the sofa as he looked at it. He gulped. His eyes slowly scanned her body. The heeled shoes, her long, slender stocking clad legs, the suspender straps loosely falling across her firm thighs, the hint of thin panties, the matching suspender belt around her waist and the black, see through bra holding in her large boobs.

“What’s your name?” she asked softly.

“My…ummm…name?” He was stunned. “Matt…it’s Matt.” He could feel his cock stiffening.

“I’m Eva,” she replied, smiling.

“Eva. Wow. Well, hello Eva,” he grinned, taking a step forward.

“I saw you looking at me at breakfast,” she smiled. He detected a hint of a foreign accent, but he couldn’t place it.

“Got my day off to a great start,” he grinned, winking at her. He looked at her face. Probably late twenties, he thought.

“Oh yes? Why was that?”

His eyes widened again as he saw her slide her hand down between her legs, her thumb slipping under the front of her sheer panelled panties.

“A honey like you?” he chuckled. “Those tight jeans, wiggling that firm ass. Made for a long day at work, I’ll tell you.”

She slipped her other hand over the front of her boobs. “Just my ass?”

Matt grinned. She wanted to be complimented. “Well, those tits kinda caught my eye too.”

“These?” she replied, biting her lip as she slid down her left bra strap. Matt stepped forward, eyes fixated as she peeled down the left cup, revealing her large areloa and firm nipple.

“Christ yes,” he gasped.

She smiled, sliding down the other strap and pushing her bra under the cups of her breasts.

“You are staying in the hotel, on business, yes?”

“Uh huh. All week. You?” His eyes were fixed on her naked breasts.

She nodded. “Just last night. And tonight.”

“On business? What do you do?” Matt asked. It was small talk, time to allow him to take in the incredible sexy body before him.

“I’m…ummm…a model,” she smiled.

A model. Matt grinned. He was about to fuck a model. Could this get any better?

“I can see why,” he smiled. “I’m guessing underwear?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Sometimes. Sometimes naked too.”

“Wow,” he muttered. Maybe that’s why she is horny, he thought. A day being photographed naked would surely be a turn on. Then back at the hotel, she saw him, knew he’d been checking her out at breakfast and again at the bar. He knew he was handsome. Why wouldn’t she want to fuck him? He grinned.

She placed her fingers on her left boob, pressing firmly against her nipple.

“You are…ummm…married?” she asked.

“Does that bother you?” he replied, narrowing his eyes.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m not married,” he grinned, satisfied it obviously didn’t concern her. “Engaged.” He didn’t feel the need to lie; she obviously didn’t care.

She nodded her head, eyeing him up and down.

“Engaged. But you want to fuck me, don’t you?”

His eyes followed her fingers as she slipped them into her panties. His cock was nearly fully erect. “Christ yes.”

She smiled, subtly running her tongue around her lips.

“And your fiancee? She won’t mind?” She closed her eyes and her mouth fell open. Matt noticed that she was rubbing herself. My god, this chick was horny.

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“It was big and floppy,” Rochelle timidly giggled. She looked away nervously. She was taken aback by her brazen comment.

I was strangely aroused and intensely involved with her every word.

………..

I was on vacation visiting my father and his family. He was remarried and it had been years since I had been around.

I was now 29. He had one step child from his wife’s previous marriage. She was 20 and going to college. She still lived with them as she began to plan, what would surely become a great and successful future.

Rochelle was smart and attractive. I found it strange to evaluate a ‘more-or-less’ sibling of mine in such a manner. But she was after all, beautiful. I, on occasion, found my self admiring her sexy attributes before I quickly stood back and felt guilty. Never the less, I couldn’t help it; my eyes had a mind of their own.

She stood 5-6″ tall with a sturdy yet very effeminate build. Wide hips, small waist, and perky young C-cups constantly demanded subtle attention to those in her proximity. She unfortunately did not dress in such a manner as to give any one such delight. I knew better as she had dressed less modestly around the house. Her simple loose fitting shorts often got hiked between her bubble butt. I had got a few candid glances as she rearranged her shorts so that the fabric would once again drape over her thick, tone thighs. She was an absolute knockout.

Her personality, though, was unique. She was fun, yet awkwardly timid around new people, places or things. Uptight and reserved. I had my speculations, considering as much, that she was still a virgin.

After the first few days it did become evident somebody was offering her a lot of attention. Her phone was constantly ringing. So I suspected she did have a boyfriend.

……….

She came home late night. I was bored and fumbling around on the internet trying to find something to peak my interest.

She entered the den wearing a tight fitting top. It was purple and did little to conceal a striking amount of cleavage. She had great tits. They were perfect; not too small nor too big. I noticed her nipples her slightly poking at the thin fabric.

I realized she just saw me making a noticeable gawk at her fantastic breasts. I looked up and she indiscreetly disregarded my inappropriateness. She was in there to talk to me. I had originally figured she was headed to the laundry room to fetch something.

Such a pretty face casually looked me in the eyes before she spoke.

“Hey, what’cha doing?” she smiled.

“Nothing, I’m bored.”

“Hmm…”

She paced the room momentarily. I didn’t know what to say. I was doing my best not to make another stare at her prominent titties.

“So what’s up?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she looked down. That was my queue to take one more peek. I stared as she said, “How do you know if someone is right for you?”

She was not herself. I would have never suspected she would open up to me.

“You mean… like dating or getting married… or…?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess. You guys are so difficult to understand.”

I laughed, “Oh? We are? How do you mean?” I was intrigued at the topic of discussion and delighted to have more and more opportunities to admire her body. Tight fitting jeans hugged her ass to perfection.

“Well, I’m not sure about uh… Nick’s intentions.”

“Oh, you think he’s in it for one thing.” I replied staring at the creases of her jeans. I was watching the fabric twist between her legs right. I caught myself and immediately looked up. I had to have been busted. I should be looking her in the eyes yet I wasn’t.

She smiled, “Yeah, he is.” She was careful with her wording. It was obvious what we were talking about yet she still hadn’t given in.

“How do you know?” I asked.

She turned around to look out the window. I gazed purposefully at her sexy ass. She muttered “Hmm…” but didn’t turn around. Instead she began to shift her weight to her other leg almost teasingly. What a lovely ass she had. She slightly leaned at the window seal with her elbows. I was in heaven. I realized she was waiting for me to speak.

“Well? How do you know?”

She turned around and sat across from me on the floor. I now had a better vantage point to check out her ample cleavage.

“Did something happen tonight?” I asked while making sure to look her in the eye.

“Yeah, I guess…” she looked down, likely trying to collect her thoughts.

“So what happened?” I asked.

She began to readjust herself and was now lying face up on the carpet, not looking at me, but looking at the ceiling. Her fit body was on display as her flat toned stomach now came into view. Her low rise jeans were teasing me to the max. She had to have been shaved or waxed considering just how low they were. I noticed the outline of her pelvis.

She finally spoke, but continued just to stare at the ceiling. “Well, we had a good night. Simple. We just went to the movies and everything was great… and when he was edirne escort dropping me off. I gave him a nice kiss and I was saying goodbye. And then…” she paused.

Her knees were aimed at the ceiling and she was unknowingly, or knowingly, teasing me as she slightly parted them like a butterflies wings and held them.

“And then he what?” I asked.

“He said hold on before you go; I need one more kiss. Then he said close my eyes. I heard his zipper and I was freaked out. I looked over and he was pulling his… his thingy out.”

I laughed to myself at her childish description. Whether or not I was that concerned I played the card. “What? Wow?” I acted astonished and bewildered as I continued eyeballing her sexy body.

“Yeah, I know I totally didn’t expect it.” She actually didn’t seem to be too upset about it.

I was totally turned on by this point. I was making subtle brushes up against my crotch to feel my aching erection.

“Wow, I wouldn’t think so, that was crazy,” I said. I was playing into her hands; allowing her to continue unabashed. “So then what happened?” I asked. Her eyes never once looked towards mine though I had to wonder if her peripheral vision did give notice to my stance, whereby I found myself groping my bulge more and more often.

She replied, “Well I just closed my eyes and was totally freaked out. Then he grabbed my knee and told me he loved me. I finally opened my eyes and then I saw it was sticking up and shaking. Then I just ran out the car.”

Her legs still fluttered back and forth. Her slow motions were now less innocent. She would be nearly spread eagle at one point and then completely closed off at the next. I had to wonder what was secretly going on inside her head. Twenty minutes ago she was propositioned for sex and now she was revealing it all to me in detail for what reason I did not know.

I got bold. “So that’s the first time you’ve seen one?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Pretty much?” I asked.

“Well… you know… health class…” she sighed.

I was considering reaching into my pants I was so hot. I loved talking about this while innocently or not watching with horny eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” I laughed slightly. I was delighted to know she was a virgin.

“Yeah, they’re so gross,” she laughed.

I was unsure of how to respond but decided it best just to go along. “Yeah I guess so. I mean I guess it depends on the person.”

“It was just so big and floppy. And like a minute later it was even bigger and beating like a heartbeat,” she laughed.

I was a bit under endowed to be honest. I wondered if she would forever have the preconception that every guy was as big as her boyfriend. A slight fear came over me that she might ever see mine; complimented by the security of knowing that would or at least should never happen. My thoughts consumed me as I tried to refocus.

“Well it probably wasn’t that big, it’s just because you’ve never seen one before,” I replied.

“Yeah maybe…” she replied while closing her eyes. She rolled over and was now lying on her stomach. Her great ass was on display. To my luck though, the fabric of her top had rolled up almost all the way to her breast. She acted oblivious to the fact that the bottom part of flattened boob was pressing out. Her face was towards mine but she kept her eyes closed. Was she falling asleep?

She moaned lightly and readjusted herself further. More and more of her breasts fell out of her top and she continued to act indifferent. I was about to be over the top. I watched on for a few minutes admiring the scene. I had reached my hand into my pants and was in bliss as I began to make short strokes. I whispered her name, but was given no response.

I made casual glances towards her face to make sure she was still asleep as I continued to indulge my carnal desires. At one point, for a split second, her eyes fluttered. They remained shut, but the shock hit me that she might actually be awake and spying on me though the slits of her eyes. How erotic would that be? I thought to myself.

I began to get bolder and bolder and eventually I found myself pulling my dick out. At five inches it is modest but it was raging hard. I spit in my hand and slowly rubbed at the tip while staring at her luscious body.

A few minutes passed and I was searching for anything to release my load into. I saw tissues on the other desk and made an awkward approach to retrieve them.

Then I panicked. Her body moved slightly and she let out a slight moan. I covered up as best I could and frantically resituated myself on the chair. False alarm. She had rolled over and slid further down. The carpet was literally taking her top off as I realized her left boob was almost completely out of her top. I was still frozen and didn’t want to move. Her head rocked back towards my direction but her eyes were still closed.

I had seriously wondered if she was awake and more or less ‘putting on a show.’ I mean how weird was it that every time she moved she would pull herself elazığ escort against the carpet. It was insanely erotic to consider the concept of her doing this purposefully. I was at the breaking point and started pulling at my cock again.

Her nipples were pointing out quite noticeably. I pumped furiously admiring the sexy sleeping beauty before me. I started to tense up and grabbed the tissue and at the moment I covered my penis with tissue, Rochelle twitched. I mean the timing of her body making such a twitch was confusing to say the least. I couldn’t be concerned, though.

I cleaned myself up, took a sheet from the laundry room and gently placed it over her body. She didn’t respond and I carried my horny ass back to the guest room.

I lay in my bed wondering what the hell just happened. And what the hell if she was awake?

………………………

I slept in the next morning. I was a bit weary to leave my room. It was Saturday and my dad and his wife were going to be out of the house until late night due to some events I really didn’t care to ask details about.

So that left the house alone to me and my step sister. The gorgeous young lady to whom I got more than a bit perverted with last night. Everything was completely innocent at eye level, and I hoped it would stay that way. I mean after all, I couldn’t keep fascinating about her nor instigating arousing conversations.

I made my way to the shower and noticed her bedroom door was shut. Stop thinking about it, I thought to myself. I proceeded to do my morning routine and exited the shower with just my towel wrapped around my waist. I made my way back to my room and of course her bedroom door flung open. I swear she timed it perfectly. That or the Gods’ of circumstance were playing a game with us.

She was wearing loose shorts thin but almost see through as I saw the dark outline of her panty line around her hips. That wasn’t the best part. Nothing but a bra did conceal her bouncy breasts.

She acted startled to see me. I did the same. It was absolutely awkward yet familiar at the same time. I did my best to keep my eyes off her exposed sexy body.

“Oh, hey…” I said while making my way around her.

“Morning, are you done with the shower?” she asked.

“Yep, it’s all yours.” I made shut the door behind me doing my best to act gentlemanly. While I did take one last look as she walked towards the restroom, admiring her luscious ass ever so slightly shaking with each step.

Uncharacteristically of me, I decided to make some breakfast for the two of us. I studied the refrigerator and began to lose my motivation. Frozen waffles seemed to fit the bill. I made a simple get up on the table. I sat at down strategically to have her bedroom door slightly in my view. I waited.

I heard the bathroom door open and pretended to be reading the newspaper. I saw her briefly. She was wearing nothing but a towel. Then she was gone. I continued to wait.

She made her way to the dining room table where I was. I hadn’t looked up yet, but when I did I immediately felt the blood rush below. The first thing I noticed was she was wearing just a simple bra. Although her ample breasts were nothing to be ashamed about. Simple shorts again. Oh how I wish she wore the tight ones.

I acted embarrassed to see her in so little clothing.

“Oh… uh… hey…” I gave a quizzical look on my face further more instilling the innocence I wished to portray.

She walked past me. “Oh, hey…” her nonchalance demeanor I couldn’t understand. I mean, seriously? Do you not realize you are wearing just a bra?

She continued to the kitchen when I said, “I made some waffles.”

“Oh cool, thanks,” she replied giving only a few seconds of eye contact.

She sat down and I tried my hardest not to look at the modest yet sexy bra she was wearing.

The silence was deafening. We ate for a few minutes without speaking. Girls always know what they are doing when it comes to showing off their body. So what was her angle, I wondered. I was convincing myself she did know everything that happened last night. I honestly thought she faked the whole sleeping scene and for some reason was kind enough to give me the little peep show.

I had given her my own peep show. She must have seen me jerking off in front of her.

A rush of conflicting emotions and thoughts were consuming me.

This was a game. She was playing some game with me. I didn’t know what exactly but I was certain I would play by her rules.

It was the innocence factor. I think everything would be in the norm if we kept it playfully innocent. I shuddered to think I might lose this game if I confronted her about her unusual behavior.

So long as we keep it simple and innocent then the game shall proceed. That had to be it.

She ate half a waffle before excusing herself to clean her plate. I wanted to say something but I didn’t know what. She went back to her bedroom and closed the door. I cleaned up a bit and lounged on erzincan escort the couch. I patiently waited for an hour and was half way passed out when I heard the bedroom door finally open. I kept my eyes half closed waiting for her to come into view.

She came around the corner as if she were looking for me. I grudgingly opened my eyes further to acknowledge her presence. What a pretty sight. She was still in just the bra and shorts. I groggily said, “Hey.”

“Hey, do you know anything about computers?”

I did a long time ago but lost my touch. “Sure, what’s up?”

“I don’t know, it’s like frozen and I wasn’t sure if I should unplug it,” she replied.

“Hmm…” I began to sit up. “I can take a look.”

“Okay,” she replied and walked back into her room expecting me to follow her shortly.

This should be fun at least I get to take a few peeks at her gorgeous tits in the process. The door was open and I walked in. Her laptop was on her bed and so was she. Of course I had no choice but to sit at the edge of her and try my best to fix the problem. Or at least prolong it enough for my own benefit.

Her room smelled nice and was a bit cluttered but not so sloppily; just a few clothes thrown carelessly around. I stared at the thong panties hanging on the bed knob. I wouldn’t have thought she had any. I quickly regained my focus and pulled the laptop to my side. She laid back and said, “God, I hope I didn’t break it.

I saw the frozen screen in front of me. It was something educational I presumed at first. I read a few lines and realized it was a doctor’s opinion about virginity and first time sex. It took me all of two seconds to realize it wasn’t frozen at all. I scrolled up and down and looked at her. “I think maybe it was only frozen for a minute, it seems fine to me.”

Was she slyly putting on this charade to instigate a conversation about sex? I wondered to myself.

She perked up and said, “Oh wow, really? That’s good.”

This was either my opportunity to leave gracefully or make some casual comment about what I saw. I decided on the latter.

“So I guess you’re still a virgin?” I asked.

She answered rather easily, “Yeah, but I guess I can’t stay that way forever.”

“Well, you shouldn’t worry about it so much. It’s not such a big deal. Everybody has sex nowadays,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

I began to rise from the bed and make my way out when she said, “Well ok… umm… is it going to hurt?” she asked.

“I think that depends on the person,” I replied. I slowly sat back on the bed making awkward glances at her face and her extravagantly poised body.

“I mean, I just kind of thought it might. I mean, I never saw one in real life. And his was just so big.”

“You are afraid it is going to hurt because it is so big? Well how big was it?” I asked.

“Umm… I don’t know but I just thought they were smaller.” She made the ever so slightest glance at my groin.

“Oh… Well… I think they come in many different sizes. So maybe his was larger than normal.”

“Yeah I guess so,” she replied. “So what’s normal?”

“Oh, I’m not sure, you can look it up though,” I motioned towards the laptop.

“Good idea,” she replied enthusiastically. She was now sitting Indian style and slid the laptop towards her knees. Her milky thighs came into view as she did so. She asked, “So what should I type?”

“Umm… I don’t know. Type in average penis size.” I couldn’t believe I was saying penis in front of my stepsister but I went along with it.

“Okay…” she paused while studying the screen. “Five and half to six and a half is average.” She made a slight grin to herself and struck me off guard. “How big is yours?” she laughed lightly.

“Umm… I don’t know… I suppose it is average.” I lied and said I’ve never measured it.”

She stood up and went to her desk drawer and retrieved sewing tape. “Well go measure it. Just for fun.” She was quite frisky this morning and I couldn’t help but want to keep her that way. I reluctantly agreed and excused myself from her room so that I may follow her playful orders.

I already knew where I stood. I wondered if I should lie about it. I decided not to. I didn’t measure my dick but I waited a few more minutes before I reentered her room.

I opened the door and casually said, “Hey.”

“So?” was her response.

“Oh well um… I guess its pretty much average.”

“Did you measure it or not?” she had a slightly irritated tone about her voice.

“Yes… It’s pretty much right at about um… five inches.”

“Hmm…” she sighed. “And the girth?”

“Girth?” I answered.

“Yes? How thick is it?”

I was caught off guard, “I didn’t measure that. How do you do that?”

“Just wrap the tape around your dick to see.”

She was so upfront and confrontational I didn’t expect this from her. Nor did I expect to be more or less inspected by my step sister.

“Alright I’ll go check. What’s the average?”

“Just go do it.”

I left her room again. I was madly turned on by this surreal experience. I had a hard on and I wrapped the tape around and saw I was just over four inches around. I wasn’t quite certain what would be considered average so I figured I would tell her four and half to be safe.

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