My Naughty Secret. My friend’s boyfriend ‘Bob’ had been secretly having sex with me for over a year. I had found out by this time that I was addicted to Bob’s attention and his frequent business trips were becoming harder for me to accept.
Bob was going on more and more business trips, most of them to North Carolina. Most days he would call me when he knew I was home alone right after school. He always liked to have me use the speakerphone in the kitchen so that I could use both hands to play with my naked body while he listened. He claimed that hearing my whimpers and cries while cumming always put him over the edge and made him cum too.
I couldn’t contain myself
Whenever he was gone for more than 2 weeks, we always made plans for me to be “sick” so that I would stay home from school the day after he returned. This would give us a whole day together to release most of the sexual energy that had built up during his long absence.
I could make myself cum by rubbing my clit, but I still desperately needed a hard cock to fill me. My mind would keep remembering the ecstasy of having Bob’s erection sliding into my hot wet pussy… stretching and filling me completely.
Suddenly I wanted more
I thought about how, whenever we were on the phone, he would always make me fantasize that it was his hands touching me. Then I decided to try it on my own hearing his voice in my mind. I cupped my tits in my hands, feeling my nipples harden against the soft flannel of my shirt. I pushed them together, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs. Unbuttoning my shirt, I reached in and pinched both of my hard nubs, immediately sending a bolt of desire to my pussy.
My hands left my tits. Gently kneading my soft skin as they made their way to the waistband of my pants. Holding my hips off the blanket, I pulled my pants down to my ankles. I didn’t want to pull them completely off in case I heard someone coming. Easing my finger inside my tight hole, I moaned,
feeling the moist wetness I got so turned on .
Then I seductive surprise
I never heard the car pull in the drive-way next door at Annie’s house. I was completely unaware that I was being watched by a pair of very masculine, and very familiar, eyes. Bob stood there watching me, not believing his luck at finding me outside and alone so late at night. He had finished his business early and had been able to take an earlier flight home.
He hadn’t told his family because he didn’t want anyone waiting up for him. However,He had been hoping to wake me up by tapping on my bedroom window and coaxing me outside. He quietly walked toward me taking off his jacket. Not wanting to startle me so that I would stop my actions.