Tangled - Sex Stories

Tangled

... screwdriver in hand, removing the screws from the cover of the hand dryer, one by one.

I could hear them come out and I wondered how many damn screws are in this thing, as I sat on my stool.

My everything hanging out, my legs spread and stretched out.

Then my eyes noticed what was directly in front of me. I was looking at Jackson's waist and below that waist, a young man's bulging manhood.

During the moments when Jackson arrived, I had not observed what he was wearing.

Jackson was wearing loose basketball shorts, and a tight tee.

He probably was relaxing or getting ready to work out before my cry for help. He was breathing heavily when he arrived.

More than likely because he ran to my house, but now this towering hunk of a young man, and his bulging cock were inches from my face.

As the seconds went by I could hear Jackson making progress, all while I stared directly at a growing man hood in his shorts.

Jackson was completely aroused by this whole situation. Slowly but surely his shorts poked farther out, and crept closer to my face.

I was now breathing heavily, realizing my own arousal racing through my body full force.

I could feel my slit start to gush.

Jackson seemed to be reacting exactly how any young man would seeing a naked woman.

"Is there another bathroom Krissy?"

"Yes, the guest bathroom is at the end of the hallway."

He excused himself and I heard his footsteps trail off down the hallway to the guest ...

... bathroom.

I heard water running and some noises that were familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

The noise I was hearing, sounded to be a young man masturbating.

Was Jackson relieving himself?

So he could continue to rescue me.

Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.

After a minute or two, I heard more familiar noises, and then a slight groan.

I was absolutely certain of what he was doing.

I could hear the water shut off and the toilet flush. Within a minute, he was back in the master bathroom, working on dismantling the hand dryer.

When he arrived, he was completely flush red in the face and breathing heavily with no bulging man hood.

My suspicions were absolutely accurate.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yes thank you, I feel much better."

He started to diligently work on the dismantle, the whole scene felt like hours, but Jackson probably had only been in my house for 20 to 25 minutes.

My stare was focused straight in front of me, at what I was imagining was an absolutely magnificent cock, all while my heightened arousal had my pussy soaked thinking about it.

I peeked up to see how he was doing, and our eyes locked.

With a slight smile, I looked back down, knowing I'd been caught red handed (staring).

I unapologetically stared straight forward. Within a minute, this young man who just masturbated in my guest bathroom, started to grow again, this time his growth was quicker and more defined.

It's unbelievable how fast young men ...