The Wrong Room - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Wrong Room - Chapter 2

I stood in the closet peering through the slats at this wonderful creature who had just laid down. I was completely aroused while also completely panicked. How could I possibly explain this? How could I sneak out without being noticed? Panic was replaced by being mesmerized... She pulled down the covers and let the towel fall to the floor. She tossed the night shirt on top of her travel bag and laid face down on the bed as it was too hot to pull the covers over. I was looking at a perfect ass. Perfectly round, perfectly white; the way virgin skin is protected from the sun by a precise sized bikini bottom. This was not an ass that had worn a thong suit, but a bikini bottom the perfect size to cover the full length of her behind. The kind while sitting on the beach may allow a glimpse of butt to escape, and if it weren't for the lovely crevice that lie between her cheeks, you may swear she was wearing a white bottom. I was afraid the lights would go out and my delightful vision would be plunged into darkness and I would be relegated to formulating my escape. She surprised me again. The light stayed on and I watched as her right hand slid under her torso and down between her legs. A friend once told me that her favorite way to masturbate was to lie on her stomach and allow the weight of her body to pleasure her clit, and sure enough my sweet vision began to grind her hips lightly back and forth on her hand. I listened hard, wanting to hear her breath quicken and perhaps a moan ...

... escape, but she was very quiet. Nor could I see her face, now face down on the bed pillow so I could not enjoy her mask of pleasure. Occasionally she would raise her hips to where I could see her fingers rubbing herself. I was in heaven, but resisted the urge to join her by pleasuring myself as she did. I wanted to wait, for perhaps maybe she would need more than her fingers could provide and I could deepen the pleasure she was feeling. Or, I could scare her to death. Yes, better to remain a silent observer to her lustful play. She played for just a few minutes, but it seemed like an hour. She was enjoying herself as her left hand clutched the pillow in rhythm to her right hand. Once again she raised her hips, and in addition to seeing her fingers and a glimpse of her pussy, this time they both glistened with her building excitement. I fought the desire to hold my cock, but I quietly pulled down my zipper to let it out. Through all this I had yet to see her face. She had reddish blond hair cut just above shoulder length. She had square shoulders, with a small mole just to left of the small of her back. The tan lines that highlighted her perfect bottom were but faint string lines across her back. It was then I initially heard her as a high pitched gasp of pleasure came forth. She smothered her moan with the pillow, but she was really getting into it. I had no idea if she were close to climax or not and I simultaneously wished she was and she wasn't. Maybe if she came, she would ...