I shut my eyes and thought about the little bit of skin I saw on Harlee. The way her tits poured from the top of her shirt the night I met her. The way she sat on the edge of the bathtub, a towel around her body, leg up, damn near showing me everything.
“Fuck,” I growled.
My hand squeezed tighter at the head of my cock. My thumb rubbing up and back against the curvy, sensitive flesh. All those nerve endings commanding the rest of my body to get ready to explode like a pent up volcano ready to destroy anything in sight. My goddamn balls were tight and felt twisted. I started to thrust at myself, demanding myself to hurry the fuck up. This wasn’t for pleasure. This was for need.
I kept going, faster, damn near acting like I wanted to rip my dick off.
Deep inside, I felt it all churning. All collecting, ready for the finale.
I thought about if Harlee had opened her legs all the way that night. How I would have nestled right there, between her fucking legs. I would’ve licked her pussy clean and dry. Not a drop of that honey would have gone to waste with me.
She would feed the fucking monster…
I hissed and felt the rush coming.
I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, seconds away from shooting my load into the bathroom sink.
My hand instantly stopped.
I realized then I wasn’t alone.
Harlee was just a couple feet behind me, watching me…
**
Our eyes met in the reflection. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. Yeah, it must have been a big shock to find me with my pants down, jerking off. My dick pulsed and started to ache a little. Getting that close and stopping was not a pleasant feeling at all. Everything started to feel backed up and I couldn’t stand there forever.
What are we going to do here, darling?
I curled my lip, stuck between angry and horny.
Goddammit, I wanted to turn around and ravage her sweet curvy body.
But I couldn’t get any closer. I couldn’t tempt damn fate anymore. If the order came down that she needed to go, I couldn’t stop it. There was no way I could get inside her without causing a bigger fucking mess.
Which left me with one choice.
I had to keep going.
My right hand gripped tight again. I felt my arm flex, along with my back. I started to stroke myself, my eyes locked into the reflection of Harlee looking back. Her lips parted into a silent gasp as she just stood there. She stepped back and hit the wall in the hallway. Her hands touched the wall. She was in nothing but a long t-shirt. Her legs started to part and the shirt hiked up a little, but not goddamn enough for me.
Then she touched the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up to show me her panties.
Goddammit, they were pink.
Pink fucking panties…
My cock was closing in on finishing again but I fought it off. I stayed focused on Harlee.
Slowly, I nodded.
Keep going, darling. Don’t you fucking prude up on me now.
Harlee kept going with the shirt, showing me her belly button. Her hips were beautifully curved, natural. They were hips meant for holding from behind and meant for pumping when on top.
Her left hand came across her panties and curled down between her legs.
I growled and held the urge to come back again. My balls felt like eighty pound weights.
Her fingers disappeared between her legs for a second and then came right back up. She kept going and slowly reached into her panties. I watched the outline of her fingers curl down again. Goddammit, she was touching herself. Touching that sweet pussy my mouth craved to taste.
Again, she pulled her hand out just a couple seconds later.
She let her shirt go and it covered everything up. But she wasn’t finished yet. She reached up the shirt and bent forward. She stripped her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out and kicked them away. This time when she lifted her shirt, I finally got to see. The creamy color of her legs gave way to the smoothness of her pussy. She had been taking care of herself in my goddamn shower. She was beautifully clean. Two fingers touched her slit, peeling her flower open, showing me her pink and tender hole. Her middle finger dabbed against her wetness and her hips jutted forward. Her right hand kept lifting her shirt as she arched her back, spreading her legs, making sure I could see everything.
Then her middle finger sank into her pussy, sliding slow and sliding deep.
I groaned and felt my cock reaching its final peak. There was no stopping myself this time.
She added a second finger and started to rub her clit.
My tongue salivated, dying to flick against her little pearl and see how she’d react.
Harlee then bit her lip and thrust forward again.
Goddammit, she was all primed and ready… she was in fucking need…
My hand slid up my cock again and I knew I had one more left to go.
“Right now,” I said and took my hand away from my cock.
She knew right what to do.
She hurried forward, entering the bathroom and reached around my body to grab me. I looked down and watched her small hand try to grip my thick monster. She could get enough to make it count and that’s all that mattered to me.