I'm Just Stepping Out For A Few

Transcript

It's early in the morning, evidently freezing cold outside. My first glimpse of the world is that window letting in just the faintest amount of sunlight, the frost on the glass indicating just what it might be like out there. It takes me a moment to figure out where I am, and then I know exactly where I am.

I'm naked still, my butt cheek laying against wet sheets. There's a beautiful woman next to me. I spring out of bed, trying not to disturb you.

You're sleeping so peacefully. One breast exposed, nipple perky, your hair across your face. I should hop back in bed.

I should hug you and love on you, but I needed coffee. What kind of person am I who leaves a beautiful woman sleeping next to him, especially after that triple encore last night? How many times did we come? Who's counting? I know it was at least a few, maybe more.

All I do know is that my legs are still sticky, a mix of both of our cum and juicy liquid still. I stand up at the edge of the bed, stretch. I feel a warm hand press against my buttock and squeeze.

Where do you think you're going, you asked? I'm sorry, I thought you were still sleeping. Come back in bed.

I'll be right back, I retorted. I need some coffee. I need coffee so badly.

I wasn't much of a drinker, and I was feeling slightly hungover. I needed some coffee, truly. I heard a sigh, followed by the rustling of sheets as you turned back over.

I thought about it again for just a second. This is the right thing to do. Moments later, my pajama bottoms flip-flops on my feet.

I grabbed the nearest t-shirt on the floor, ill-fitting, oversized, equally moist. I had no idea why the shirt was wet, but nevertheless. I grabbed my keys off your kitchen table, made my way out to the door, freezing, freezing air hitting me immediately, feeling like my cock literally went inside of my body.

Even the door handle frozen against my hand, and when I sat down in that seat, this coffee better be worth it. I wasn't intending on taking very much time. I was simply going to go six or seven blocks to that closest Starbucks over there, grab a cup of coffee, think about you, think about last night, and come back to bed.

Maybe we could make this a four or five or six or seven time encore. The line was fairly long, for what reason I really don't know, but eventually I had my coffee in hand, nice and warm. I pulled into the parking lot, just sat there for a moment, pondering my thoughts, sipping my coffee, planning on what might happen when I got back.

And when I got back, I made sure to park back on the street in the same spot I had left. I exited the car, took my half-drunk cup of coffee up to your door, slowly opening and closing it behind me. I figured you probably had fallen asleep, and you probably needed that sleep, so I did not want to disturb you.

The shirt still wet against my body, though. It was uncomfortable. I should go back upstairs.

I should go at least change my shirt, maybe lay next to you. Hey, maybe I'll even fall asleep again, unlikely given the amount of caffeine I now had in my body. I kicked off my flip-flops, very cautiously, very slowly making my way up the staircase.

The bedroom lay just above those stairs, the door half-open, half-closed. I made a left, walking into the bathroom, to look at my face just for a moment. I hadn't noticed if you were sleeping, but I didn't hear much noise coming from the bedroom.

Then suddenly, that all changed. I heard a draw open. Somebody's rummaging around for something, and then I heard it close.

Hmm, I thought to myself, maybe she's not asleep. I wonder if she knows I'm here. I was careful not to make any noise, turning off the switch in the bathroom slowly enough so it didn't click.

I tiptoed to the threshold of the bedroom. I could see some light peering around the doorway. Slowly I raised a hand and just ever so slightly pushed that door open.

Thankfully not even a creak. But what was before me, definitely not something that I expected. The girl that I had left here, absolutely naked, disheveled, sleepy, I don't know if that's the same girl.

Because this person is facing away from the door, on the bed, in the middle. She's wearing fishnet stockings. She's got the skimpiest lingerie set that I've ever seen.

I've not seen this, not on her. I see those panties swallowed up by her fantastic ass. I see your thighs, the bottoms of your feet.

I see your hands moving underneath you. There's not a tremendous amount of light. I see something else.

You're holding something. I can see your fingers sliding between your thighs. You're slowly moving up and down.

I watch as your forefinger traces your little mouth through those panties. I swallow, feeling my cock harden. Should I come inside? Should I come in there? Should I slowly get on that bed behind you, slip those panties to the side and just fucking mount you right now?

I think this to myself. I feel my own hand sliding down over my pajama pants, watching you in awe. I watch as you have graduated to your entire palm, pressing flat against your pussy, between your legs.

I watch you raising your hips, pressing against your hand, exuding little moans. I wonder what it might be like if I walked right up to you or just watched you. I'm unbelievably exhilarated, knowing that you don't know that I'm here.

I'm lost, lost in ecstasy. This might even be hotter than all of that tawdry fucking we did last night. I watch you squeeze the inside of your thighs.

I watch your hand run up to your breasts, pulling on them, finding a nipple through that lingerie and squeezing. I watch as you lower your hips down to the bed, seemingly fucking the mattress. It's incredible.

Suddenly, whatever you had retrieved out of that drawer is evident. I see it poke itself between your legs. It's a dildo of some sort.

Seemingly one of those realistic cock types, veiny and thick. I watch you take this dull, rubbery device, bouncing it against your panties and your pussy. I watch you slowly moving it back and forth, your hips gyrating against it.

I watch as it recedes and disappears beneath you. And now, I can hear a sucking sound. I can hear your mouth around it, sucking on it, licking it.

You make small moans and mews as you do, your hips gyrating against that mattress. And suddenly, there it is again, that big-headed cock between your legs, your fists gripping it. I watch, pressing it against your panties, trying to penetrate yourself, flattening it back and forth, your little pussy lips, almost evident to me.

I see, as you try to manipulate that cock, using it to pull those panties just to the side. Fuck. I don't think you know how hot it is, standing here, watching you masturbate like that, struggling, struggling to get that toy against your skin.

The excitement that befalls me is overwhelming. I find my own hands sliding inside my pants, watching you, watching you struggle. I watch as you drop the toy, your fingers fervently moving.

I can hear, I can hear as you slide those panties to the side. It's squeezing and pressing against your mouth, making it plump. I can see those pussy lips.

And then I watch as you pick up that toy again. As you take its length and start horizontally sliding it slowly up and down your slit. I watch as those pussy lips naturally spread around it.

I can see glaze appear upon the plastic, giving it the slightest bit of shine as you push against it. I can hear as you moan. I'm watching as you start to tremble and shake.

I want to be your cheerleader. I want to come over there and tell you to keep going. I want to tell you to turn that toy, to take that fucking cock and shove it right inside that perfect little pussy while I watch you.

I feel myself slipping around the doorway, taking two steps. I watch.