Drip for you #1

I lay on his bed stark naked. My legs were spread wide and I had two fingers deep inside my pussy. I was riding them slowly but my pace increased with every breath I took… Moaning Leo's name over and over.

In my head it was him over me and his thick cock thrusting into me and stretching me wide. Making me gasp... but there was no way his cock would be as thin and small as my two fingers joined together…

I have pictured his size so many times in my head and some many times I stare at the bulge in his pants. That outline always made my mouth water. I pictured it thickly veined. Heavy. Pulsing and ready to claim me

I pulled my fingers out slowly. They were slick and shiny with my juices. I brought them up to my clit and rolled the swollen nub in tight circles.

A fresh gush of wetness leaked out of me and dripped down my ass crack onto his sheets. I was soaked. Open and aching that I could take any size of cock right now… Leo's big cock sliding in deep. Filling every emptiness and hitting spots I could never reach myself.

My hips bucked up chasing the pleasure. My free hand squeezed my breast and pinched the nipple until it hurt in the best way.

A low whimper escaped me. "Please Leo. Don't stop. Ahhh…" The words came out breathy and desperate. I was so close. My pussy clenched hard around nothing begging to be filled. My toes curled and my back arched off the mattress. His scent was all over the pillow that It made me dizzy. Made me grind harder against my hand

Just when I thought I was going to finally cum, the door busted open and Leo walked in.

He stopped dead in the doorway. His eyes locked on me instantly. I was still naked. Fingers buried in my pussy, legs opened shamelessly and my mouth opened from moaning his name.

Shock hit me like ice water… But right before the fear took over I felt a twisted rush. My clit throbbed harder just from seeing his face and I almost came right then. Just from his stare.

But fear won

My whole body froze as my fingers still inside me

Leo stood there silently, his gaze roamed from my flushed face down to my heaving breasts and lower to where my hand was. He didn't blink or speak. He just looked.

Not knowing what else to do, I sat up quickly and my full breast bounced from the motion. I looked at Leo's face again and his eyes dropped dropped straight to them… but he still said nothing

Embarrassment And Shame washed over me and my face burned. I hurriedly grabbed the grey duvet on the bed and yanked it over myself. But it was useless. He had already seen everything… Every place I touched while moaning his name

I slid off the bed and my feet hit the floor. But my legs wouldn't work properly as they trembled under me. Tears stung at my eyes and I felt I wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole that moment. The fact that he was saying nothing and had a blank expression was killing me. I didn't know what he was thinking or feeling

"I… I…" I swallowed desperately "I… didn't know how I ended up in here. I… I was possessed. I just wanted to… The truth is I wanted… wanted to…" I kept blabbering but said nothing that made any sense.

Awkward. Totally awkward. I forced my legs to move. I took one shaky step then another… I ran past him and without minding that I was only wrapped in a duvet, I ran downstairs and made my way out the front door.

I ran out the gate of his house and across the slightly dark street and into our own compound. My fingers fumbled with the gate as I tried to lock it. Finally clicked shut, I ran into the house and went to my room.

Collapsing onto my bed, I sighed deeply

I felt like crying. I felt like beating myself up… I felt embarrassed… I felt ashamed. How could I be reckless? How was I ever going to face him again?

This obsession I have for Leo didn't start today. It started as a crush when I was fifteen. When I was twelve, My mom and I relocated to this neighborhood because as a nurse, she was transferred to the hospital down here. Leo and my mom eventually became good neighbors and friends and sometimes I stay at his place whenever Mom has a night shift at the hospital or any day she is too busy and couldn't come home.

By eighteen it wasn't innocent anymore. I thought about him constantly. His strong hands. His deep gravel voice. The way he moved. He was dominant without trying. I even have filthy dreams about him and the age gap which was supposed to put me off only made it hotter

I am nineteen now but it is still impossible. He is thirty-four. Fifteen years older than me and he has never looked at me like a woman before

What was I thinking sneaking into his room and doing what I did?

I thought he'd stepped out and wasn't coming back anytime soon… and since I had his keys and went there anytime I like. I was too tempted today to resist climbing his bed and touching myself. I wanted to bury myself in the fantasy I always had… and where did that get me?

Nowhere good

Was he going to say anything to my mom?

Was he going to warn me never to come to his place again?

Was he irritated and angry with me for pulling a stunt like that

Did I put him in a weirdly uncomfortable spot?... I obviously did

I have twisted everything into something dark. Something sexual… something he never asked for

Oh God please

I buried my hand in my hair and just laid there as my mind wandered and wondered about what he could be thinking of me right now…