Spying on Mr. Schroeder - Sex Stories

Spying on Mr. Schroeder

I'm staring at him from my bedroom, entranced. This is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this but I can't tear my gaze away from him. He is walking around in his bedroom, pacing completely naked, talking on the phone. My brain is screaming at me to shut the blinds and pretend I never saw anything, but my hand has a mind of its own. I'm going to hell for this, I think to myself right before my hand slowly creeps down to my aroused cunt. He has an amazing body, covered in tan muscle and sharp edges. His hip bones are pronounced and his cock is making me bite my lower lip in absolute desire. I can not believe that Mr. Schroeder is almost 42. He looks like he could be thirty-five, not forty-two. I am twenty-two, so this isn't technically wrong, but what would society think about it? Would they approve of a twenty-two year old hooking up with an older man? I moan as my fingers reach my drenched pussy. I am so wet, I almost can't believe it. Just the sight of his nakedness alone is enough to flood my pussy with slippery juices. I start flicking my middle finger against my slickness and I close my eyes for a moment, stunned by how amazing it feels. I imagine that it's his tongue trailing down my slit and my knees buckle from the image. But when I look up, he's gone. I stare at the empty room, wondering where he went. Did he see me? Panic flickers within me before I look down at my unsatisfied pussy. Should I finish what I started? Unfortunately, I don't have time to consider my ...

... options because I hear a knock on the door. Panicking, I quickly pull my hand away from my wet pussy and rush down the hall. Luckily, no one is home so I don't have to worry about running around in my skimpy shorts and low rise tank top. When I open the door, I am very surprised to see Mr. Schroeder staring at me with a faint smile. Hey Heather, how are you doing? I gulp before I say, I'm good how about you? Splendid...the corner of his mouth twitches. Listen, can I ask you something? Sure, my chest tightens at the possibility of doing him a favor, anything. How would you feel if someone were watching you while they touched themselves? I stare at him as horror fills every cell of my body. So he did see me watching him. There is no way out of this now. I'm...I'm so sorry, Mr. Schroeder, I say in a rush, trying to avoid his gaze. I know what I did is wrong but I couldn't control myself, I'm so sorry. Please, don't tell anyone...it won't happen again. I expected him to storm off, but to my surprise he grabbed my hand and pulls it down toward his crotch. I gasp as my hand cups his impressive erection, hard and thick in my grasp. He looks at me with lust before he steps past the opening and closes the door behind him. No needs to say sorry if I like what I saw, he says calmly. You're a naughty girl, aren't you? I can barely talk as he slowly pulls me toward him, his hands are on my back and my hips as I slowly rub him through his sweatpants. Is this really happening or is this another ...