But I really wasn't peeking, I swear! - Sex Stories

But I really wasn't peeking, I swear!

... hair and shirt. “I'm sorry,” he said. “It's okay. I didn't know it'd do that.” But I could guess that he knew that it would. I didn't blame him, however. “Go ahead, taste it,” he whispered. I giggled and shoot my head no. “Some girls swallow it.” “They do?” He nodded, “Yup.” “I know,” I whispered. “Girls at school, they tease about that, a guy shooting in our mouths.” He nodded. “I'm not surprised.” I giggled. “It stays hard,” he said, “for a while, but it shrinks.” I wanted to go wash up, but I sat there, not moving, and watched his penis slowly bend down and then hang down between his legs again, but still thicker than before. “Wow,” I said. “You should go wash,” he said. I nodded. I went up to the bathroom on the second floor, my bathroom. There were two other bedrooms, but it was just the two of us. His wife had left him. I undressed and took a shower. Okay, since I'm telling you everything that happened, I guess I should say that I fingered myself. When I came, it was really strong. I kept rubbing myself, too, and came again and then again. I had never done that before. Hours later, but that night, after I'd put on my nightie and after he took a shower, he said, “Maybe we shouldn't, but are you still curious?” I just nodded. “I can show you again, tonight, tomorrow, whenever you want.” “Please?” I asked. “You're sure?” “Yes.” “You can't tell anyone.” “I know.” “It's just, I don't want you peeking in guys' windows.” “I know, thank you.” I guessed that he wanted me to ...

... watch him do it, however. I sat on the coffee table again, and he opened his robe. His penis looked bigger than last time when he started. It was almost sticking out, not up, like when he was erect, but almost straight out, except it hung down a little. “Want to touch it again?” I giggled and shook my head no. “You can, if you want, and I'll show you whenever you want, from now on.” “Thank you.” I giggled when he spat on his hand again. “You should take your nightie off. We don't want my cum on it.” I just nodded. “Can I keep my undies on?” “Of course.” I lifted up and pulled it up over my body. I even took my bra off without him asking. “I don't want any on my bra,” I whispered. I guessed that he wanted to see my little boobs even before he said, “You have very nice breasts.” “Thank you.” I thought about telling him that he could touch them and even kind of wished that he would, but I didn't and he didn't. He stroked it for longer than last time. “Almost, sweetie, almost.” I leaned my face close again, only this time I closed my eyes, but he couldn't see, because my head was bent over his penis. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” he moaned. I felt it land on my face and my boobs. I opened my eyes again when I felt it stop. “You're okay?” he asked. “Yup. Thank you.” “You're sure you don't want to stop?” “Please, I mean, I still think I might peek again.” “Another guy's window?” I nodded my head. “Okay, whenever you want, but promise me, just me, only me. No other guys and no peeking.” “I promise. ...