All Chapters of Shhh...They Will Hear Us : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

This is sick. I quietly closed the door. What had I been thinking, walking in on him like that and me nearly naked, too? Embarrassed for us both, I headed back to my room. Feeling suddenly chilled, I took my robe down from its hook and put it on, jumping when my fingers brushed my right nipple. I looked down, my nipples were sticking out really stiff and my aureoles were swollen firm. My right hand touched my nipple again and a little shock tingled right down my body, making my breath quicken. I closed my eyes as my thumb and forefinger caressed my breast. The tingle began to spread. What’s wrong with me? I pulled the robe closed. I walked back down the hall and firmly knocked on David’s door. Shuffling and bed sheets flying. “Wait a second. Come in, sis.” He sat up in bed with the covers pulled up, and still on the phone. “Sorry to bother, but you forgot to give me the parking pass.” Realization crossed his face. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. Wait here a sec and I’ll

My boyfriends never touches my breasts. I don't think they know what to do when nothing's there." Her hand massaged its way by itself now, slowly teasing then hotly rubbing over my breasts and nipples. She stopped. I opened my eyes, trying to catch my breath. She looked at me. I could smell her arousal. “How do you like to be played with?” I pointed between my legs. "You mean with my pussy?" I swallowed. "Yes." "Well, usually, it's dark and in his car. He gets excited… Hard, you know, and he sticks his fingers down my…" "No, not that." I smiled. She looked confused. "When you're alone. How do you like to be played with?" An eyebrow shot up from Amber and her mouth opened a little. I thought she was about to say something. I decided to take a gamble. “Can you show me?” She looked around. “Right now?” I just smiled. She looked down. “I’d be embarrassed just standing in front of you, naked while you just sat and watched.” “I could get undressed too.” She sighed,

I looked up at the mirror across the room. Amber leaned over, kissing my breasts and pumping her arm between my legs. My own finger was a blur over my clit. As I continued to picture Amber and I on that night, another thought elbowed its way into my mind. My mental geography changed and I saw into the next room, picturing David as he talked to Sandy on the phone and stroking his rigid cock. I shook my head, banishing the image of David from my mind. I pictured a big, hard cock in front of me with a masculine torso above it. His hands slowly jacking the shaft. The purple head of it pointed right at me. I licked my lips, breathing heavily. My hands continued to make love to me, pressing me high, stretching the tension in my hips. I moaned at the back of my throat. The cock in front of me was turning purple and swelling in the hand that caressed it. I spread my legs, wishing this big penis were right there, right at my pussy, ready to fuck me. I continued to plunge my fingers inside m

The first time I met Sandy was at a coffee shop. She was dating a friend of mine. Surprisingly, he’s still a friend. We sat a while and talked. Actually, he talked. I was thunderstruck by Sandy. I’m afraid I gawked. That’s not entirely accurate, I gaped, I stammered and I blushed. Eventually I croaked something out like, “You are umm, certainly quite a woman Sandy”. At the same time I managed to spill coffee on my shirt while knocking a fork onto the floor. My friend laughed and said, “Don’t feel too bad, Sandy tends to have an effect on people” We all shook hands and went our separate ways walking back to work. About a block from the coffee shop, I heard small footsteps overtaking me and looked down to see Sandra by my side catching up to me. She took my arm and said, “I’m glad I met you, I’m sure we’re going to be very good friends.” She then offered me a firm dry handshake and turned to scurry off to her job. I nearly came in my pants. A few days later, I had almost forgotten

There were red and green lights above the booth doors indicating occupancy. There were also a couple of men eyeing us as we walked in. If we created a stir, they didn’t indicate it but their eyes certainly followed Sandy as we walked to one of the green lighted doors opened it and stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind us. It was pitch black except for the red flashing of the slot where we were supposed to deposit money. I felt around for a second before I realized that there were two plastic chairs; just enough room for two people to sit and watch a dirty movie. The scent of old sex, sperm, sweat and the personal aroma of earlier patrons the disinfectant had failed to mask was so tangible it left a taste in my mouth. As we groped in the darkness trying to locate our seats, Sandy whispered, “It even smells nasty.” I heard the scrape of a chair on the floor and the sound of Sandy sitting in it. I located mine and did the same. As Sandy sat down and fed a dollar into the s