Messy Roommate 3 - Sex Stories

Messy Roommate 3

... now staring back into her plate, Paul decided to try and give Jim a hint at something he wanted. Once their eyes locked, Paul pretended to stratch his head, but then secretly tilted it, and pretended to sleep with his hand as a pillow. Jenny saw none of this, and Jim's nod made Paul smile. Yawning fakely, Jim adjusted his seat, along with his cock and slumped lower in the booth. "Jen are you sleepy at all? Going to the movie and the mall wore me out. "He chuckled sleepily. "Y-yeah I'm a little tired." She replied watching her boyfriend's eye lids slowly lower. In the darkness it was easy to hide the fact that Jim was only squinting through his eye lashes, and could still see both of them clearly. Paul waited a few minutes before nudging her and whispering into her ear. Jim hated that he couldn't hear them, but her reaction was one of reluctance and fear. Under the table, hidden by the skirt, Jim's hand was allowed the freedom of stroking himself through his pants. Watching Jenny scoot slightly closer to Paul, her body sunk lower in her seat so her arm could reach his cock better. "He's a real heavy sleeper, trust me we're roommates." He could hear Paul tell her, relieving some of her fear. The motion of her arm was much more obvious now, and she was clearly jerking him faster and harder. He could actually hear squishing, sloppy slapping sounds over the romantic music playing. Meanwhile Paul was in heaven, twisting in his seat, bucking his hips slowly, Jim could even hear him ...

... moaning over the music. Still pretending to sleep, he watched and listened as intently as he could when Paul's face reached the obvious edge of his orgasm. "I'm gonna cum." He whispered loudly to her. "What about Jim?" She whispered back, worried he might wake up. Jim's own cock was at it's limit, he knew he shouldn't cum in his pants, the stain would be very clear, but the situation was too erotic to think clearly. After Jenny's worried question about Jim, Paul capitalized on the moment and expressed his dominance over them both. "Fuck him, Just make me cum." He quietly yelled while raising his middle finger across the table and directly at Jim's face. Jenny's response was a blushing giggle, followed by reaching her other hand under the table. Her arms were moving at such a pace now that if anyone else in the restaurant at looked, it would have been painfully obvious that she was giving him a handjob. Back above the table, Paul's face scrunched into a painful, or pleasurable look while he quietly swore several times. Down below the table, Jim's hand moved faster over his own cock just before he felt several hot splashes of liquid across his pants, hands, and arms. Paul had just shot several powerful jets of cum under the table, almost all of which landed directly onto Jim's pants. Of course this pushed him over his own limit, and he released his load into his briefs, his balls spasming several times before the hot mess started running down his leg. It was offically the most ...