"Yeah honey, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill that tight little teenage pussy with cum," he grunted out.
I froze for a moment, what?
And then, Mr. Weaver started to gasp; "Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna come, honey! You're gonna make me come Christina."
I about fell over then, as I felt a throb of pure lust pulse through my little pussy as I bit down hard on my hand to keep from crying out.
Tyler grunted, and suddenly his cock began to throb and twitch in his hands. With wide eyes, I watched in amazement as a thick, white rope of his cum came arching out of his cock as he groaned. I watched with awe-struck silence, my fingers furiously rubbing the outside of my bikini as his hands blurred up and down his shaft. More and more of it came squirting out of him to rain down on his hands, his thighs, his abs, and my panties.
He dropped his hands, his chest rising and falling heavily as he gasped. He looked down then and swore as he hastily pulled my now cum-soaked panties from his cock. He swore again and started to stand, when suddenly, my cellphone started to go off down the hall in the kitchen; loudly.
Mr. Weaver, who very clearly thought I was still out by the pool, gasped and jumped to his feet. I felt my heart jump into my throat as I went scurrying down the hallway as fast as I could, darting into the downstairs bathroom and shutting the door as quickly and quietly as possible just as I heard him open the door to his study.
"Uh, Christina?" He croaked out. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror; my eyes wide, my face bright red, and my nipples standing out like to hard little pebbles in the top of my bikini.
"Christina?" Tyler said again, louder and with a bit less shake to his voice.
I finally swallowed thickly and forced myself to open my mouth; "Just in the bathroom!" I quickly reached over and flushed the toilet.
I heard him swear quietly again, and then footsteps in the hallway; towards where I was and then quickly away, before I heard his office door firmly shut. I counted to ten, running cold water in the sink and splashing it on my face, before I gathered my wits and slowly opened the bathroom door.
The first thing I noticed was that my clothes were back on the chair at the kitchen table, as if they'd never moved at all. I bit my lip, feeling flushed, stunned, and totally turned on by what I'd just witnessed as I went to gather them to change out of my bikini. But then, as shocked as I already was, I saw something that ignited that fire inside of me into a full-on blaze.
There, tucked back into my clothes, as if they hadn't just been wrapped tightly around Mr. Weaver's big cock, were my pink panties. And though he'd done his best to wipe it off, I could still see the big dark wet spots of his cum all over them.
*****
I’d gone back to the bathroom to change, and it’d taken every restraint in my body not to masturbate right there in his house. Pulling my panties back up with his cum still on them, and feeling the stickiness press hot against my bare pussy had had me almost moaning there in the bathroom, and I’d forced myself to finish changing and leave. I called out a cheery “goodbye” through his closed office door, trying to keep my voice as light as possible as if I hadn't just watched my hunky older neighbor jerk off with my panties.
As if I wasn’t walking out with a load of his cum soaked into my panties and slipping wetly against my pussy.
?
??Okay, thanks!” He’d called back, though he didn’t open the door.
I could barely leave fast enough after that, speed-walking all the way back to my house. And it was the second I got to my bedroom back home, that I was moaning into my pillow as I rubbed the panties soaked with Mr. Weaver’s cum all over my tight little pussy. I came like a firecracker, just thinking of his big, beautiful cock, and thinking of nothing else than how I was going to get to see it again.
I wanted to call Anna and tell her everything that had happened, but I just couldn’t. And I felt weirdly selfish about that, since we shared everything, but there was just something extra dirty about all this that made me want to keep it inside like this delicious little secret.
Chapter 5
Tyler
You fucking idiot.
It was like staring at the sun. You knew it was wrong, and dangerous, but you just could fucking help it. That’s how I felt when I’d heard the splash and looked out my window to see Christina fucking Ames pulling herself out of my pool wearing this tiny little white bikini. Water trickled over her flawless young body, her tight, round little ass swaying as she moved towards the lawn chair and the towel there, and her nipples pushing hard at the front of her bikini.
Jesus Christ.
My cock was hard in seconds, even aware as I was at how much of a creeper I was standing there in my office peeping out through the closed shades at this barely legal jailbait. But like I said, it couldn’t be helped.
I knew it was wrong as hell to be thinking about her like I was, but fuck was this girl perfect. She was gorgeous, and sexy in a way that was clear she wasn’t fully aware of yet. But Jesus, she was too young; way too young for me to be staring at like this with all the hunger and want that came with it. She was off-limits, I mean shit, I knew her parents for fuck’s sake; she worked for me.
But I’m just a man, and it’d been a long time.
…At least, that’s how I tried to rationalize it as I tore my eyes away from the backyard and headed and headed to the kitchen to get a drink and clear my head.
‘I’ve already started on the living room.’