Lily's Seduction of the Boy Next Door Part 2 - Sex Stories

Lily's Seduction of the Boy Next Door Part 2

... the toy, oblivious to its real purpose. It didn’t take long until he brought it up to his face, feeling it vibrate on his chin. And then gradually, he moved the vibrator to his mouth, letting it pulsate against his teeth. “It feels funny!” he chuckled. I was so turned on to see it in resting on his lower lip! “It feels funny on your tongue too!” I said, pushing it deeper in his mouth. Even when he tried to speak, I held it there for an extra few seconds, satisfying my desire. I wanted to rhythmically push it in and out but thought it would be too much, too fast. Besides, if everything worked out okay, I’d be having plenty of chances to show him how it’s used another day! “Come on, help me find all my dirty clothe!” I said, taking the vibrator away and turning it off. I went to my closet, digging up a few more pairs of dirty underwear that needed washing. I was moving quickly at first, but when I realized that my t-shirt had slid up on my back, revealing my ass more, I decided to slow down. Knowing there was no doubt that Timmy was watching, I even tugged my pajama bottoms down lower, making sure my white thong was clearly on display. It was the first time in my life that I wished I had a tramp stamp, just so that it would attract his attention more! To make it even more obvious, I went from just leaning down to getting completely on my knees, sticking my ass out for him to enjoy. It felt so dirty! When I had teased him enough, I turned around; placing the few pieces of ...

... clothing I collected back in my laundry basket. Immediately, I noticed that it had been conveniently shuffled, with all my clothes from the yoga session on the bottom. Timmy kept glancing up at me, hoping that I wouldn’t notice. “What’s up? You look a little…off” I said, teasing him. “Ohh uhhh…I was just looking at all the different colors of your…your-“ “my underwear? “ I giggled. “Yeah! Quite colorful, right?!” I smiled, holding up a few different pairs. “How come they’re not all the same?” “What do you mean?” “Like your bra and...and underwear don’t matching” he asked cautiously. “Oh! Girls don’t usually wear matching ones unless they know they’re about to get fu–“ I answered, stopping myself just in time. “We just usually don’t’” I answered. “What you don’t believe me?” I giggled, seeing the hesitant look on his face. Timmy playfully shook his head no, smiling back at me. “I don’t have matching ones on now!” I boldly proclaimed. “Really? You’re just saying that!” he shot back. “Wanna bet?!” I giggled. “If you can guess what colors I have on now you don’t have to help me with lunch, but if you get it wrong…” I smiled. “How does that sound?” I could see the gears turning in his heard. He really only needed to guess my bra color as he had just finished enjoying a show of my white thong line. But what he didn’t know was that it was virtually impossible for me to lose. “Ok, deal!” he said confidently. “So what color bottoms do I have on?” I teased. Timmy’s smile grew wider, looking ...