My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2

... water off her shirt with her hand.

"I'll grab a towel," I said, fumbling with my own glass and wedging it between the cushions.

I came back quickly and put my knee on the couch. As I did, I widened the gap that previously held my water securely and dumped it right onto the couch, where it quickly ran under her ass. She was bouncing and squirming at the icy water over the cushions. Jessi patted herself with a towel while I tried to dry up the water. She clicked the overhead light so we could see, and oh boy, could I see. Her perfect nipples were as hard as tacks and begging for attention. As I bent over, Jessi just laughed.

"Shit," I giggled.

She just smiled and kept patting herself with the other towel. Why didn't she change? Surely, she knew that her shirt was utterly see-through at this point?

As my mind raced, my eyes stayed fixed on her wet panties, ass cheeks, and her wet shirt. Looking at me, she paused and dropped the towel to the floor. I quickly reached for it, knowing how clumsy she was on her best day. It was like she was one step ahead of me as she squatted down, spread her legs, and bent down so her perfect breasts were right in front of my face. I don't know what was more captivating to me, her magnificent chest or her purple panties. Her panties had somehow managed, only to be covering the bare minimum at this point. Her chubby, bald pussy was very easily visible as she looked directly at me.

Her eyes met mine, and I was caught. She didn't ...

... move and placed her hands on her knees, remaining in that pose. She looked dead into my eyes and spread her legs slightly wider as she cocked her head slightly to the side.

"I can explain," I said as I looked down.

"Explain what?" Jess said casually.

"I saw you the other day," I confessed. Jessi went pale.

"You saw me?" She squeaked. "You saw me watching you?" Her voice cracked.

"What? You watched me doing what?" I asked, now truly confused.

"Melissa," she replied, staring at the floor.

"Wait, when? Saturday?" I sputtered out. "You watched us have sex Saturday?"

"Yes," Jessi replied matter-of-factly.

Things were making sense now. "So is that why things have been, erm, uh, different?"

"I don't know," she said, tears forming from embarrassment. "Wait, what did you mean when you said you saw me?" she said, recovering her composure.

"I saw you in the shower," I meekly confessed. "all of you and all of your shower," I added, trying to relieve myself of the guilt.

Her eyes dried as she looked directly into mine. "We should go smoke," she suggested.

We walked out, and my hands were shaking. I was still just in my shorts, and Jessi still had her wet shirt and her amazing panties on. I took out a cigarette and lit it without missing a step. She took my cigarette and looked at me, daring me to take it from her.

"You smoked long?" I asked quizzically.

"Just started; trying to quit." She replied. After a brief pause, blowing out a cloud of smoke, ...