Bacon And Eggs - Sex Stories

Bacon And Eggs

... staring at my privates.

"Do you like the way I feel?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's warm, and smooth. Hard, too." She looked up at me. "Does Emma ever touch you like this?"

"Never."

"It's getting really big," she said.

She stood up.

"I really do need to pee."

Without seeming embarrassed, she pulled down her shorts and panties and sat on the toilet.

I couldn't not stare at her bald pussy, her toned thighs, her clothes around her ankles.

My penis was hard again, and even though I'd just cum, it was starting to leak. Thick, clear precum oozed from the tip.

I stared at the shadow between her thighs and waited to hear the first trickle.

"Can I watch?" I asked.

"Watch me pee?"

"Yes. You saw me. Maybe it's fair if I watch you?"

"Ok," she said.

She stood up, legs astride the bowl, and started to dribble. I saw her smooth vagina, tensed thighs, taut stomach beneath her shirt. She must have needed to go badly, because she let out a tiny sigh as the dribble turned to a gush.

She smiled shyly. "Gosh! I shouldn't have drunk so much Pepsi."

I laughed a little. She was cute. Funny. Sexy. I watched her empty herself. When the gush faded to a trickle, and the trickle stopped, I grabbed some toilet paper.

"Here."

"Thanks," she said. She looked in my eyes. "You can do it if you want."

She stood with her legs apart. I tried to keep my hand gentle and steady. I had no idea if I was doing it right. I probably took longer than I needed, but I ...

... wasn't going to waste my chance.

"There," I said. "I think that's all of it."

I tossed the tissue in the toilet.

"You're soft," I said.

"Thank you. You were very gentle."

"When you touch yourself, are you gentle too?" I asked.

Her cheeks got pink.

"Yeah. I guess so."

She stepped away from the toilet, clothes still around her ankles.

Her voice was hushed.

"You can touch if you like."

My penis was raging at this point. A drool of precum hung from it. Even if I'd wanted to say no, I couldn't have found the word.

I reached out slowly.

"Show me," I said.

She took my hand and pulled it between her legs, then carefully rubbed my index finger along the smooth slit of her labia.

"Like this."

She felt slick against my finger. Not pee. The creamy wet of her vagina.

She gave a small sigh and pushed her hips against my finger.

"Aaaah. Mmmm. Yes. Like that."

She took her feet out of her shorts and panties, and moved them farther apart.

I tipped my hand to put gentle pressure on her clit, and kept stroking her slowly. She reached down and took my penis in her hand again.

"I'm going to make another mess if you do that," I said.

"Do you want to make another mess?"

"I do."

I curled the tip of my finger into her pussy.

She gasped as I entered her, then pushed against my finger to help it deeper inside. She started rubbing my cock with her little hand.

"Ohh," she said. "It got so hard again."

"It's going to get even ...