“Mmm, the right one…” Jessica licked her lips as a way to amplify what she had just said.
“What about the blonde guy?” Sarah added. “He looks pretty cute. I think he…” A shout overruled her voice.
“Mom!” The others girls laughed, as Emma started to lecture her mother about how to behave around boys.
The clique of friends went to sit down a few tables away from the girls. Lily guessed them to be around their twenties. A bit hesitant she raised her hand to wave at them. One of them saw her and waved back, making his friends aware that they weren’t alone at the roadside stop. It was the guy with the red shirt Jessica had set her eyes on.
“Oh my god, why did you do that!” Emma Said, throwing a nervous look at the boys. When she realized they weren’t getting up to take a closer look, she added: “They are too old for you anyway.”
Lily saw this as a challenge. She stretched her arms and stood up. The other teens and Sarah held their breath and followed her every move as Lily made her way over to the strangers. Her lower curves were clearly visible under the tight short she was wearing. Her almost equally tight top prevented her breasts from wiggling too much as she rocked her hips from left to right. The three guys looked at her, not knowing what to expect as Lily approached.
It seemed like Sarah had been right all along, the blonde guy was by far the hottest of the three she noticed. Now Lily saw them up close, she could tell the red shirted boy had a tattoo across his left arm. Her parents had promised her she could get a tattoo at seventeen, she couldn’t wait. The third guy... she didn’t think of him as worth looking at, his friends were much hotter.
“Hi.” She said “You guys on a vacation to?” She didn’t recognize the language the guys were talking in, but she could see they were eying her body. None of them stopped her as she reached out and grabbed a biscuit from their table. They just gaped at Lily as she stood there, nibbling at the cookie.
Finally the tattooed guy said something she could understand. Although she didn’t comprehend the words they spoke to each other, the way he used his hand to tap the bench next to him, was clearly a sign to sit.
As she sat herself down, closer to him than the boy had indicated, Lily looked back at the table where her friends sat, they were all looking at her. Cute blond guy sat across the table and asked her something, pointing at the girls. But Lily shook her head, not having a clue what she just heard. She decided to take another cookie.
The unattractive one had made a joke she assumed, as they all started to laugh. Suddenly she felt a hand on her naked knee. Lily was sitting so close to her new buddy, their legs had brushed against one another. But this was new.
He wasn’t stroking up her legs or anything, but the mere presence of his hand had taken Lily by surprise. She turned her head to face him and smile. Making sure he knew, she didn’t mind. When she brushed the back of her hand across his tattoo, the three started to laugh again. “Why do they keep laughing?” The teen thought as she pulled her hand back. “And why aren’t they coming?” she wondered, looking back her friends again. A feeling of unease took over. Alone. Surrounded by boys she didn’t know. All of them at least five years older than her. Speaking a language she couldn’t understand. Without her friends around to fall back to…
“At least they have good looks.” She said. Convincing herself to stay.
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She lay as still as she possibly could. Every time he made a move, it caved in the mattress. Even with her eyes closed, she knew his location.
He was at her feet. Searching for something.
She heard him sigh.
Whatever he was looking for, he couldn’t seem to find it.
His search led him closer to her.
He was now at her head. Still searching.
Suddenly he stopped moving.
She stopped breathing. “Is he looking at me?” It seemed like forever before he moved again. He took a step over her curled-up body and she recognized the sound his feet made as they touched the floor. Seconds later she heard the bathroom door close.
Leah gasped for air. If he would have stayed next to her head much longer, she would have surely given herself away. “This is crazy.” She thought. The girls are outside taking breakfast, while she lay here pretending to be asleep. She looked around. What had Robert been looking for? She spotted the shirt Robert had been wearing. It lay there, just a few feet away from her.
As everyone had woken up, Leah had put herself down in the bed of Sarah and Robert. Crawling under the cover where Robert would sleep. It gave her a cozy feeling. Although he hadn’t actually slept there yet, the idea was enough.
As the mobile-home had come to a halt, the girls got out to take breakfast.
Not Leah.
Pretending to have fallen back asleep, she wanted to stay inside. Along with Robert.
They hadn’t tried to wake her up.
It wasn’t until the water had started running, that she dared to move. She reached out to the shirt. She could think of nothing more pleasant than to pull it over her naked body, taking in the smell as she pulled it over her head. Sadly enough, she had put on her own clothes already. And since she couldn’t see her friends. She didn’t know when they would come back. She was too timid to take the risk of getting caught with Emma’s dad’s clothes on.
As the shirt lay in her arms, she focused her ears. When she was certain of hearing nothing but the flow of water, she put one hand inside of the shirt. After which she lifted it closer to her face. She could feel the warmth Robert had left in the shirt. Her teenage nipples hardened under her bra. Calmly she pressed the fabric over her young snout.
Immediately a hot current migrated through her body. The flow seemed to start at her face as she made contact with the piece of cloth, only to end up between her legs.
“Mmmh… Robert…” The clothing muffled her moan.
She felt her panties get wet as her teenage pussy excreted its fluids. She wanted to touch herself. But as she loosened her grip on the shirt with one hand, the shirt slipped a bit. Leaving half of her face uncovered. The cold air from the surroundings felt like an avalanche of unpleasantness, taking over Robert’s warmth. Desperately she raised her hand again to press the garment onto her mouth and nose. By the way it folded around her, she could feel her face was now buried on the inside of the shirt. She used her nose to take a deep breath. A new current rushed down to her thighs as Robert’s scent blocked out all other senses. Making sure to keep everything in place with her right hand, she started a new attempt to reach into her pants. A squelching sound revealed how wet she was, as she uses her fingers to separate her pussy lips from her soaked underwear.
The shirt covers up another moan as Leah touches herself.
“Oh Robert, you smell so good… So… Man-like!” she says aloud to clothing, pressing it even harder into her face. “Mhmmm.”
The sound of running water stops.
“No, not yet!”
“He hasn’t even been in the shower for five minutes!…I think…”
She hears the shower cabinet slide open.
“Shit.”
She tossed the shirt back where she thought it had lain before and throws herself down into the bed. Pulling the cover over herself, trying to find the exact position where she lain had before.
Some noise came from the bathroom.
“He still needs to dry himself.” She realized. “I have some time.”
She raised her body. The shirt lay rolled up into a ball. Nervously Leah unfurled it, rubbing out the wrinkles with the palm of her hand.
“Shit.”
Some saliva must have escaped her mouth as she moaned. The soggy stains were everywhere. She tried turning the shirt around. That concealed most of them. She then lay herself down, trying to catch her breath. She had to pretend to be asleep again.
It took Robert another three minutes to exit the bathroom. Leah had her eyes shut, so she used her other senses to find out what he was doing.
She heard him come to the bed again. He seemed to hesitate at the edge, but then stepped onto the mattress. She could feel the air around her getting damper. Robert was still wet. As he stood almost next to her face, she could feel his scent fill up her nostrils. The recently washed man, smelled even better than the shirt had done.
Leah heard him open a closet above the bed, at the ceiling. She knew it contained the clothes of Emma’s parents. He rumbled through the wardrobe.
“He’s not watching me now.”
Leah bravely peeked.
Barely able to contain her gasp she closed her eyes again. He only had a small towel wrapped around his waist! Barely enough to embrace his entire waistline.
“I guess he was searching for a bigger towel before…”
“Wait! This mean he’s entirely naked right?”
Leah hadn’t managed to see under his towel as she peeked. But the rest of Robert’s steaming body had its effect on her. Her nipples had hardened again, her pussy started afresh to leak sweet juice into her already wet underwear and a pleasant tingling took control over her lower belly. Her hand slipped into her panties again.
As her fingers aroused the teen even more, it gave her the courage to peek again. She saw Robert was still busy looking through the clothing. Her gaze ran up between the man’s legs. He was indeed naked. Turning her head slightly to get a better view, she could almost see his full member. The towel was much too small to fully prevent Leah’s lusting eyes from seeing what she craved. But she wanted to see the entire thing, alas she was unable because of the towel and the angle. Since she didn’t dare move for a better angle, she enjoyed the view as much as she could. Her finger ran up and down through her wet slit, while she was look at Robert’s beautiful cock. His big rod and balls gently waved from left to right as he searched through the closet. Out of fear of not being able to control her sounds, she stayed away from her clit.
Robert stepped back.
Leah closed her eyes just in time.
As she felt him sitting down at the edge of the bed, she allowed two fingers to slide through her folds. Fulfilling her needs, while Robert got dressed.
