Jake's Magic Remote XI - Misdirection - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote XI - Misdirection

... breasts were the ones being soaped up. “What do you mean, ‘feel ‘em?’” Petra looked over at her and shrugged noncommittally. “I mean, you’ve never touched another girl, right? If you’re curious, I don’t mind. It’s cool.” Katie shook her head. “No, that’s okay.” “Whatever.” Petra turned around and started soaping her back, showing some impressive flexibility. “Offer’s open.” Katie picked up some soap and started cleaning herself similarly. “Anyway,” she said, trying to change the subject, “There’s only one person around here who I really wanna touch inappropriately.” Petra made a face at her. “Katie, I keep telling you that’s nasty. He’d my dad and he’s like twice our age.” Katie shrugged. “He’s experienced. And has strong f****y values.” Petra glared. “And married.” Katie dismissed her with a wave of her hand. “I’ve seen how they are together. I hate to be the one to tell you, but I think your mom neglects her wifely duties.” “Wifely duties?! Hello? Oh hey, it’s 1953, they want their backward mores back.” Katie stuck out her tongue. “You’re just jealous. Don’t worry, I’ll be nice to you when I’m your stepmom.” Petra turned and threw her soapy sponge at Katie. “Shut up, skank!” she exclaimed, laughing. “You’ll see.” “Whatever.” Petra turned around, chasing her sponge as the water pulled it to the other side of her. She bent over to pick it up, and Katie got an unexpected view of her slit. Petra started scrubbing her calves and shins, and something happened before Katie could ...

... avert her eyes. Another tingly feeling drove through her, but instead of fading it suddenly escalated. Pleasure shot through her, and she felt the telltale wetness of her own cum coating her fingers a split second before the orgasm crested. She tensed and swallowed a moan as she rubbed her pussy, staring at her friend’s slit. Mortified with herself, Katie turned around again. She scrubbed her hand in the cascading water. “Did you say something?” Petra asked. “N-no,” Katie said, trying not to visibly shiver as the water ran down her body and teased her privates. “I might have, um, cleared my throat.” Petra chuckled. “Okay, whatev’. I’m about done in here. I’ll toss your stuff in the wash. I brought you a robe.” “Thanks,” Katie said, breathing a sigh of relief as Petra stepped back out of the shower again. Katie stood in the shower’s cleansing stream, trying to understand herself. What the hell was that? Did she just cum looking at Petra’s cunny? That wasn’t right… she wasn’t even bi, was she? And come to think of it, she didn’t even remember when she’d moved her hand down to rub herself. What the hell does it mean when you start touching yourself without knowing it? Katie shook her head. Cleared her thoughts. “Okay,” she whispered, “Experiment.” She thought back to minutes before. Petra’s body. What she looked like. Touching her breast. She remembered feeling unexpected arousal and pleasure at the sight, but now that she was alone, nothing unusual happened. Then she thought of ...