Ryan often recalls moments in his life when lust completely overwhelmed his common sense; when his cock ruled supreme over his brain. This particular event is deeply etched into his memories; he can relive the feelings and emotions as if they are real. He realizes how much high-risk taking is in his nature. He replayed this particular event many times in his mind and can recall every hot delicious moment in detail. It was a few incredibly sexy minutes in his life, the briefest of all his escapades, but is still his all-time favourite turn-on and still gets him hard each time he thinks about it.
It was mid-afternoon on a warm summer day; perfect top-down weather. He had been downtown visiting a client and was on his way back to the office in the suburbs. He wanted to shed his suit and do a quick change into a T-shirt and shorts and decided to swing by his condo, which was en-route.
Ryan found the front door ajar and assumed that the babysitter had the kids in the house playing games. He took the carpeted stairs to the second level two steps at a time, taking care not to make any noise whatsoever. He was going to surprise them.
Instead, he was surprised to find his bedroom door wide-open and Cory lying sideways across his king-sized bed, facing the door, her head propped up on her right elbow. A mass of long blonde hair spilled over her shoulder and was partially covering her right breast. Her bikini top lay beside her.
Ryan stopped in the doorway, his mouth ajar. He had seen Cory on many occasions at the pool and always had to take care not to stare. She had great firm breasts with big, dark aureoles and he could sometimes clearly see her pointed, puckered nipples under her thin blouse.
He could smell her sex. She was seriously aroused and looked absolutely stunningly hot. An open copy of one of his Penthouse magazines was in front of her and her left hand was busy working her pussy inside her bikini bottom. When she saw him come through the open door, she quickly rolled onto her stomach and started to apologize:
“Oh, Ryan, I’m sorry. My brother is watching the kids at the pool and I just came in to take a little nap. I hope you don’t mind.” She looked at him with fright in her eyes. “Please don’t tell your wife,” she pleaded.
“Don’t worry about that right now,” he replied. “I just came home to shower and change. Let’s talk about this when I get out of the shower.”
Other than rolling onto her stomach, Cory had made no attempt to cover up. He could see that she was still deliberately and slowly running her fingers through the folds of her pussy and plunging her hand in as far as she could while daringly maintaining eye contact.
With that, he began to undress. Cory folded her right arm under her head, her face turned towards his side of the room. She was studying him with wide eyes as he began to strip off his clothes. He was stepping into dangerous territory when he slipped off his jockey shorts and his semi-erect cock sprang free. Cory made an audible gasp and a look of lust flashed across her face. She had her eyes fixed firmly on his rapidly growing erection. His seven-inch cock was now rock hard and stood straight out.
Ryan turned his back to her, left the room and took a short cold shower. He tried to keep control of himself, but the idea of a young seventeen-year-old golden-haired, big-breasted bed-thrasher masturbating on his bed was too much to ignore and he could not get that out of his mind. His cock was rock hard and he was in lust.
This had the potential to become a very dangerous situation. He thought to myself, ‘What an understatement.’ One of his kids, Cory’s brother or a neighbour could walk in at any time. It would be very awkward to try to explain why the two of them were nude in the same room.
He thought of masturbating in the bathroom to relieve the pressure in his balls, but then decided he’d rather do it in front of Cory. The thought of the two of them masturbating together was totally wild; a guy in his late-thirties shooting ropes of cum in the direction of a barely seventeen-year-old hot pussy was incredibly seductive. The opportunities for wicked sex don’t present themselves often. It was now or never.
He expected that once he left for the shower, Cory would put her bikini top back on, as skimpy as it was, but when he returned to the bedroom, she was laying on her left side, facing the window, her left hand up against the headboard to keep it from rapping against the wall and her right hand furiously abusing her pussy. She was moaning audibly.
Dropping his towel, he walked over to her side of the bed, put his hands on her shoulders and started to gently massage her neck and upper back, ten seconds for each hand-width of skin.