As I entered the room, Clare had kicked away the blanket in her sleep. Her top was covered, but her legs were exposed.
I looked at her sleeping form. She is really quite pretty. ALmond shaped face, Big eyes, long lashes, small mouth and a exquisitely shaped nose. Only thing is her ears are a little protruding, making her look a little pixie-like. I find that’s where it gives her the innocent look. Her long hair had been dyed dark brown and I could see only when I switched on the bed side lamp.
Slowly, I lifted the blanket, unravelling her body. Her shorts were tiny and tight, and in her sleep, the middle portion had bundled up right between her legs, her nether lips, showing me their darker shape of brown.
I remembered the night when I peeped at her through the window. With the shadowy feel of my room, it was not unlike that night. Except that I had already fucked her twice today, and also the current proximity to her. I unbutton her tiny jeans slowly, carefully, so as not to wake her.
Sitting down at the foot of the bed and reaching upwards, I inched the zip down, totally unbuckling her shorts. Holding both side of the hems, I pulled it slowly down her legs. This whole evening, I was having a mighty huge boner. I find it extremely arousing with her exposing herself. With all the pent up tension in my loins, I had already decided that I need to take her tonight once my buddies were gone.
Finally, the shorts was away from her legs. I removed my shorts and spread her legs slowly. Her pussy came into view. The shadows casting a weird appearance to her protruding lips.
When her legs are in the <> position, my face hovered to the area, feeling like a parachutist looking down at my drop zone.
I descended towards my target, her clitoris.
I have not licked her there yet, so using the tip of my tongue, like a butterfly landing on a flower, I dapped softly, feeling the texture of her lips. In her deep sleep, she did not react from the faintest of touch. She tasted a little salty, probably from all her sweat that had since dried. I am fine with it and in fact added a little more oomph to my excitement.
With the prelude done, I moved in for my full pronged assault. With my fingers of one hand, I spread her puffy lips, uncovering the tunnel. It was dry. I put my finger of the other hand into my mouth, and wetted it. I am ready.
In one single motion, I pressed my warm tongue hard on her clit, whilst sticking my wet finger into her cunt. Clare sat up straight in bed, electrified by my assault. For a very brief moment, I could see her wide eyes filled with terror. She tried clamping her legs shut trying to prevent the foreign object inside her.
When she realised that it was me, she fell back on the bed, laughing, grabbing my hair and pushing my head harder to her mould.
Clare: hahaha…. oh sam…. oh sam….. ahhhhhh………
I could smell the remains of the alcohol from her breathe, but I could tell that with so many hours that had passed, she was much better, but still a little intoxicated. I continue to plough into her hole with my fingers, digging into her hole, while my tongue proceed to give her clitoris a good painting job. Her juices flowed freely out from her love hole.
Clare: Arrrrghhhhghhhh…… aarrghhhhhhh…..
This round, she got high very easily, and as my fingers were already tired from the probing, I moved myself on top of her. She held on my face, looked into my eyes, pulling me down to meet her mouth. Our tongue fought a battle that I am not going to lose.
She released her hand from my face, one hand on my waist and the other found its way to my cock. She pulled my waist towards her, and expertly, position my engorged helmet outside her watery leaking cave.
Once I felt her folds opening to allow my helmet, I dived in without warning.
Clare: Ouucchhhhh…… ARRRgggghhhhhHHHH…..
She let out a moan of both pain and pleasure. Her eyes were clamp shut together, frowning. Her painful looked created a perverse pleasure in me and I rammed her harder.
As in doing a horizontal dance, she put both hands on my waist, encouraging my rhythmatic thrust into her. I put one of my hands on her breast and fondled her erected nipple.
Clare: oh sam…. fuck me…. fuck me….. HARD….. UGHHHRRHHH….. I’M CUMMMMMINNNGNGG…. UGHHHHHHHHH….. FUCK…..
her walls of her pussy enclosed my shaft. I could feel her inner grip tightened on me, increasing the feel I had along the full length of it. Her legs moved upwards and circled around my waist like a serpent. I had no escaped. SInce then, I put both hands on the bed supporting my weight.
Like a machine, I only concentrated on increasing my tempo, not stopping the hard and fast trust that I gave her.
Her hands gripped the pillow under her head, and she swing her head wildly side to side, screaming at the top of her voice.
Clare: AAARRGHHHHHH….. UGHHHHHH….. STOP….. STOP…. UGHHHHH……
Clare: NO…. DONT STOP……AGHHHHH….. FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE…………
Her back arch upwards as she reached her orgasm. With her look, I cannot control myself. The tension built up in my testicles, and then the spasm along my rod, I shot into her for the 3rd time today.
Me: ahhhhh……ahhhhh……
Clare: OH…. SAM…. UGHHHHHH……..
I slowed down my thrust, letting her soaked pussy milk the final few spurts I had into her. Exhausted, I collapse on her, Frenching her.
As my size dwindled, it popped out automatically from her. White hot sperm flow out of her tunnel.
Clare: Dear, quick, pass me the tissue.
She used her hand to collect the semen as it continued to flow out, trying to prevent staining the bed. I quickly pass her the tissue, and she wiped herself. I did the same and just laid down besides each other, looking at the precious moment that we had just spent.
Clare: Can we change place?
Me: why?
Clare: The bedsheet at my butt is all wet.
We laughed.
I started to move, but she held me back and kissed me on my lips.
Clare: Sam, I love you. I love you with all my heart.
I cuddled her and we went to sleep under the sheets, naked.
Sunday
We woke up almost simultaneously. I felt Clare stirred and I opened my eyes to look at her. She opened her dreamily looking eyes.
Clare: Good morning dear….
Me: morning dear….
I kissed her on her forehead and touched her breast. I felt her fingers curled around my stiff manhood. Taking the initiative I went under the blanket and was about to lick her nipple.
Clare: Dear…. Dear…. no…. I am feeling very sore there….
My head emerged from the blanket.
Me: oh… sorry….
Clare: but I could still do this…. haha….
She went under the blanket, still holding my boner. I felt her pulled down my foreskin and her moist warm lips wrapped around my helmet.
Me: oooohhhh……
she licked the little sensitive opening at my tip. I shuddered. Very slowly, I felt her engulf the whole rod, with her warm breathe on my pubic area. Luckily I always trimmed myself.
Her hands cupped my balls and I felt them shrink due to the contrast in the temperature of her hand. She slowly massage it.
I removed the blanket from us so that I could see her lovely face on my stick. She bobbed up and down, taking my fully. She was a little clumsy, but to me, it was good. She was leaned forward in a sitting position and I could see her tits jiggling as she moved. I grabbed hold of her globes and pinched her erected nipple lightly.
I could not hold on for long, and I came in her mouth. To her credit, she did not move away and took in all the pungent liquid until she felt my spasm stopped. I looked at her naked back view as she went into the toilet to spit out and wash up. I touched the place where she just vacated. It was wet with her juices.
After both of us had washed up, she tried on the clothes that were wet yesterday, and found them already dried. She wore those again.
Clare: Dear…. sorry I was knocked out when your friends were still here.
Me: It’s ok….
Clare: did anything happened after I slept?
I told her she removed her top and slept naked. Then I have to get Tan to carry her in with me.
Clare: WHAT?! I took off my top?!
Me: Yup… I guessed it was too warm last night….
Clare: Shit…. they must have had a good look… shit….
Me: don’t worry, they did not stare. Just saw you topless from a distance.
Clare: What about Tan? You said he carried me in?
Me: Yes, but he tried his best not to touch you. Anyway, don’t worry nothing happened.
She frowned.
Clare: Sorry for the trouble….
Me: it’s ok, but actually, I got turned on…..
She glared at me.
Clare: I am not going to be touched by your friends.
Me: no…. no…. haha…. not that…
Her look softened.
Clare: then?
Me: I mean, I get turned on when you expose yourself….
Clare: you guys are all the same….
She rolled her eyes.
Me: ok… sorry… let’s go for breakfast.
Clare: After that, send me home. I want to get some clothes and put at your place.
Me: ok….
We went out for breakfast and then I sent her home. When she reappeared, she was wearing a flare skirt and a pink halter neck top. She brought along a jacket which she used to cover her legs on the way back to my place.
Back at my place, I watched her removed my clothing from a shelf and slowly put her stuff in it. She was making herself a residence in my house.
Clare: ok done. let’s go shopping
Me: huh?
Clare: I want to get some work clothes and shoes.
me: ok, where?
Clare: Orchard?
I nodded.
Once under the block, I started to walk towards my bike. She held me back.
Me: you forgot something?
Clare: no. Let’s take the train there.
Me: Why?
Clare: I am going to buy quite a few things. We’ll take a cab back later.
We caught a bus and then the train to Orchard.
Once we reached arrived at Wisma, she asked to go to the washroom first. I stood outside and waited for her. When she exited, she looked at me cheekily.
Me: what?
Clare: open your hand…
I did so. She put something in my palm and then she quickly closed my fingers. I felt something fabric and something light and wanted to look at it.
Clare: put it in your pocket….
I did as told. Leaving my hand in my pocket, I felt the item that she passed to me. It was dry and soft and definitely fabric. Suddenly it dawned on me that it was her G string. She is not carrying anything with her, only her wallet. So this meant that she had removed whatever she is wearing and is now naked below. I started to get an erection just thinking of it.
She had already walked off and I followed her.
She went into a shop and looked at the clothes there. she selected a dress and went into the fitting room. I stayed outside and look around.
It was not very crowded in the shop. There were 5 other people; a couple; 1 female shopper, a sales girl and the counter girl. The sales was serving the single lady and I looked at the couple.
The guy was youngish looking, about 23 and the girl was about 21. Probably in the local university. The girl was heavily make up and I could not tell if she was pretty.
She got some clothes and went into the other fitting room besides Clare’s. The guy stood beside me, both of us waiting for our ladies.
Clare’s curtain opened. She look at me and I saw her took a brief glance at the guy beside me. She was in a black dress that came to middle of her thighs. It’s just a normal dress that she could wear to the office. Nothing seductive about it.
Clare: Dear, can you come over?
I saw the guy looked in her direction as I walked over.
Clare: How’s the dress?
Me: not bad….
Clare: ok. can you grab the other one for me while I change out of this?
Me: which one?
Clare: The V neck blouse and the tight skirt that I was looking at just now.
I nodded and she closed the curtain. I collected both items and as I walked back to the fitting room, the other curtain opened and the guy walked to his girlfriend. She was facing the guy and her back was to the fitting room as I arrived.
Me: Dear, I am here. Are you ready to collect?
She opened her curtain 1/4 to collect the clothes. She was only in her bra with the dress still clinging to her bottom, around her waist. She looked at me a shot a brief glance in the direction of the guy, collected the clothings and closed the curtain quickly.
I made my way back to my post. Obviously, she did it on purpose and I am sure the guy saw it. I heard him telling his girlfriend to try on another piece.
However, the other side of the curtain did not open much as he passed her the clothes and it was closed again quickly after that.
He came back and stood besides me, facing the curtains.
Clare’s curtained opened, and I have to say she looked sexy. The white V neck blouse showed off her pokies and the tight skirt accentuate her waist. She did not called out to me, but instead, walked the 5 steps, breasts jiggling in conjunction with her motion.
Clare: how is it?
Me: very nice.
Clare: you like?
Me: Yup….
I could tell that the guy was staring at her pokies.
Clare: ok….
She did not stayed long enough for him to ogle, but quickly made her way back to the fitting room.
After a short while she exited. We made our purchase and I saw the guy staring at Clare as we walked out with our bag.
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Originally Posted by
Parker1994
Ehh bro, i love ur story. Part of like Fifty shade of grey haha.
But i want to see you destroy ricky in the end. He deserve to suffer. But the choice is yours.
Up you already bro.
have patience my friend. it’s not a short story =)
During lunch, she asked me about the earlier incident.
Clare: Like that?
Me: Not too bad…
Clare: What??! Still not good enough?!!
Me: Dear, I did not get an erection. Only the last part where you were braless.
I smiled at her. She frowned at me.
Clare: Men!
She walked off quickly and went up the escalator. She was already half way up the escalator when I arrived at the base of it. there was a couple between us. As the escalator is quite steep and her skirt was quite short and flare, looking up at her, I could actually see her butt cheeks. And on closer inspection, the hamburger between her legs. Both of us did not expect this and I quickly walked up the escalator and stood behind her.
I told her my observation and she rolled her eyes.
Clare: so now you prefer the escalator? No!
I pleaded with her, but she ignored me.
Clare: I need to get my clothes. hmmphf….
She went out of the building and walked in the direction towards Taka. I followed her outside. She seemed grouchy but I went besides her and held her hand. She walked pass Taka and went to 313 instead.
She instructed me to stand behind her when we were on the escalator. I tried standing beside her, and she frowned at me. End up, my plan did not materialize as I faithfully stood behind her on all the upwards moving escalator and I stood in front of her for all the downwards moving ones.
Also, she did not further exposed herself when she tried on clothes. In fact, she did not even exited the fitting room. She got another 4 sets of clothes without further incidents. I was rather disappointed, but I did not showed it to her. I was afraid that she would be even moodier.
We continued to walk around 313. She was careful about it and there was no other exposure incident.
Finally around 5pm, Clare said that she was done. We were already at Dhoby Ghuat Station. However, to my surprise, she did not wanted to take the train. Instead, she wanted to take the bus, which will take more time to get back to my place in Hougang.
Clare: I don’t care. I want to take the bus.
We walked to Peace CEntre and waited. Before long, bus 147 arrived. We went up to the upper deck. She was mindful of her skirt as we walked up the stairs. Luckily, it was quite empty, but she went straight to the last row.
Instead of taking the inside seat, she took the outer seat, leaving me with only the centre seat facing the aisle.
Me: Dear, errrm… you want to move in?
She folded her arms and kept quiet. I did not pursue the matter so as not to antagonise her further. There is an opening in the front of her halter neck and when she folded her arms, her cleavage could be seen from that opening. I also noticed that she pulled her skirt down when she sat so that she is sitting on her skirt directly. The front of her skirt covered up to her mid thigh.
She closed her eyes. I am not sure if she was sleeping or not. I just remained silent and did not disturbed her.
Because it was a SUnday evening, when the bus reached Tekka centre, a lot of blue collared foreign workers boarded the bus. 2 of them took the seats to my right and one of them wanted to take the inside seat besides Clare.
Foreigner: excuse me.
She opened her eyes, still crossing her hands, she shifted her legs towards me to let him passed through. Once he got in, she shifted back her legs to face the front. Because of the shifting and prior, she was sitting on her skirt, this small action caused the front of her skirt to move up an inch up her legs. She did not adjust it back to the first position. She closed her eyes.
I wanted to nudge her, but for fear of irritating her, I kept quiet.
2 stops later, I looked out the window, in the direction of the worker. Even though he was leaning back on his seat, I noticed that he was staring at her groin area. I looked down as well. Somehow, because of the moving forward and braking motion of the bus, she had slid down on her skirt as she was sitting on it. Because her body slid down, the skirt had risen higher up her legs. I thought I could see the bottom of her nether lips, but I am not sure as her legs were closed together. She seemed ignorant of this as I think she was sleeping.
As the shopping bags were on my lap, the 2 guys on my right were unaware of the situation. It seemed to me that only the guy besides Clare and myself were aware.
I saw him lean a little forward, trying to peek underneath her skirt. I did the same as well and there it was, a tiny bit of her hairless slit could be seen.
I looked up at the foreigner and our eyes met. He smiled at me and put a finger to his lips, requesting me not to wake up this girl who was offering us a free show.
I pretended I did not understand and looked down again. He adjusted his pants and I did so discreetly, so as not to attract unwanted attention. I continued staring because I was afraid he would touch her, but luckily he kept his hands to himself.
As the bus continued it’s journey, she also continued to slide down her seat until her knees touched the back of the front seat and her head is resting on the top of the back rest of her seat. I could see that her bare butt was sitting directly on the seat because the front of her skirt had now risen to her pelvic region. Her entire pussy was for the both of us to see.
The foreigner licked his lips and continued to stare. I could see him contemplating to touch her. But with my presence, he decided not to.
One thing though, her legs were still closed together, not open. So, we could only see a wee bit of her slit, disappearing down between her legs and nothing more. Her other juicy bits remained hidden.
This continued on for the next 20mins or so, with both of us having the frustrated feeling of just looking, unable to touch her. I was still apprehensive of her mood. At Woodleigh, the guy wanted to get off.
Foreigner : excuse me…..
She did not move.
He said a second time and still she did not move. He tapped her shoulder with a finger, but still she did not wake. I watched on mesmerized.
He decided that he need to get off the bus. He put his palm on her bare legs, but because her legs were small, his finger tip also reached her pubic area.
She woke up with a start and I see his hand retracted almost as fast.
Foreigner: Excuse me….
Clare: Oh, sorry….
She sat up in the seat and instead of moving both legs to the side, she spread her legs widely, offering him space to pass. He looked down at her exposed pussy, lips and all. We both could see that she was wet there. It was then, that I knew she was not sleeping, but offering us a show.
He dwindled for a moment, deciding if he should alight. He only moved when his friend called him from the front of the bus. He squeezed pass her and got off the bus.
Clare: how was it?
She smiled at me cheekily and shifted to the vacated seat. I moved to the seat she occupied earlier. I leaned forward and kiss her lightly on the lips.
Me: thanks dear. It was very good.
I put my hands between her legs, but she refused to spread them to accommodate my fingers. Instead she crossed her legs, offering me no gap and ending whatever thoughts I had. She looked me in the eyes and spoke firmly.
Clare: No. Not in the bus…..
As we arrived at our stop, Clare was careful again, holding her skirt as she disembark the bus. We arrived at my place without further incident. She requested for her undies that is still hidden in my pocket and went to the toilet.
She had seriously gotten me horny on the bus, exposing and showing off herself like that. I wanted to ask her, but I did not know how to put it to her. I wondered if she has a naughty streak in her.
After she came out, we went for dinner nearby and then come back to my place. We were on leave tomorrow, as I am collecting my bike. Felix wasn’t too pleased that both of us took leave at the same time, but we gave different reasons for the urgent applications. Luckily he approved our leave.
CLare called her parents to inform them that she will be staying out again tonight. Of course, they weren’t too pleased and wanted to know if she had a boyfriend. They wanted to see me when I am available.
That was a scary thought for me. I am not sure we are ready as we had just started our relationship. Anyway, she did not pursue the matter.
She took all the new stuffs and washed them before settling down in front of the TV with me.
She was just wearing my Tshirt and her undies as she sat down besides me. Her fingers came up to my cheek as she turned my head to face her, looking me in the eyes.
Clare: Sam, do you love me?
Me: yes dear. I do love you….
She kissed me lightly on my lips.
Clare: I love you too. Be good to me…..
Me: I will….
Suddenly, she saddled over my lap, facing me.
Clare: You know, I am willing to do anything for you as long as you are nice to me…..
I remained silent.
Clare: I know you are a nice guy. After what happened previously, I know I don’t need big cars, branded bags, big house, or a lot of money. I just need a guy who love me and respect me.
Me: I will…..
Clare: I know you will….. we had known each other for a few months now… you seemed trustworthy.
I laughed.
Me: what happens if I am a bad guy?
Clare: I know you are not.
She leaned forward and kiss me on my forehead.
Clare: Just want you to know, I give out a lot for my man. You must appreciate ok?
Me: Of course…. you are the best thing that had happened to me.
She smiled and hugged me.
just then, the doorbell rang. She went and opened the door, both of us thinking it is just a sales person. But it was my secondary school friend who had loaned me his bike. He did not called me or text me when he was coming over.
I was not too pleased as this is the guy I did not wanted Clare to be present when I returned the bike. He is the most horny guy that I know. He visited Geylang almost weekly and then told us his exploits. Further to this, he will ogle openly at our girlfriends and even shared pictures of his ex girl friends nude body to us. Basically, this guy has no qualms about sex.
But apart from this, he is not stingy and as a person, he is fine as a friend. I did not pre-warned Clare about him.
Roy: Wow…. sorry… is Sam around?
He was staring at Clare’s pokies. She turned around and looked at me. I had already gotten up from the sofa and gotten the keys to his bike. He stared at her legs with her back turned.
Me: thanks mate. The bike is downstairs. Here are the keys.
I passed him the keys through the gate. Clare was standing besides me at the door. He looked at her.
Roy: can I use the toilet?
He posed the question to Clare and before I can answer, she replied.
Clare: sure….. let me get the keys.
She left the door.
Me: You can use the toilet at the coffeeshop opposite.
Roy: come on. I loaned you the bike for a week.
I kept quiet as Clare returned with the keys and opened the door. He stepped in and walk towards to kitchen.
I was hoping to let Clare know more details about him and ask him to leave after he uses the toilet.
Roy: Oh, you haven’t introduced us. I am Roy.
And he took a step towards Clare, offering his hand.
Clare: oh… I am Clare. Nice to meet you.
Roy: Could you show me where the toilet is?
He turned and started to walk, with Clare following. Suddenly he stopped and Clare bang into him. I saw his triceps area moved backwards as he stopped, brushing against her breasts. He turned around and grinned at her.
Roy: sorry… I should take off my socks first….
With that, he immediately squatted and started to remove. But his eyes were on level with the hem of her tshirt. I am sure he could see a glimpse of her lacy undies.
I wasn’t too happy about it. Some times I felt that I am strange. I felt horny whenever Clare exposed herself, but there are other times when I felt protective of her. In this instance, I felt the latter and I asked her to go to the sofa so that there is nothing for him to peep at.
He got up and I told him I’ll show him to the toilet. I stood outside the toilet waiting for him, but he did not close the door and did his business quickly. I ushered him to the living room when he exited.
He looked around for Clare. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with a cushion on her lap.
Roy: Clare, do you mind to get me a drink? It is raining and I guess I would need to wait a while.
I looked outside, I had not noticed, but it was indeed raining. In the meantime, she put away the cushion, offering us a glimpse of her undies and went to the kitchen. I guessed she assumed of him like the buddies I had last night since Roy loaned me his bike, where they were really taking care of her rather than lusting for her. She did not really bothered to cover up as she moved. I wanted to warn her, but Roy was around either of us and it wasn’t too convenient for me say it. His eyes followed her.
He sat on the armchair and I sat on the sofa.
Roy: wow, sam, where did you get to know her?
Me: she’s my colleague.
Roy: she’s hot…
Clare came back with some beers. He did not took it from her, but waited for her to put it on the coffee table. When she bend down, her top fell opened and offered him full view of her breasts as she put the cup down.
Roy: wow…. you have beautiful nipples and breasts.
She wasn’t expecting that and I saw her blushed and automatically held her top that had fallen off, covering herself.
Clare: errrmmm… .thanks……..
She took a seat besides me, further away from him. I watched his eyes followed her as she seated. He was hugging the cushion, and she did not have anything to protect her legs. So she just kept them on the floor.
Instead of pulling down the shirt to cover her bottom, she did the wrong thing, pulling it behind the collar, hoping not to downblouse again. But when she did this, the triangle of her undies could be seen. She put her hands on the area covering up that portion. I put my hands on her thigh and I could feel her relaxing a little. But that was not my purpose. My intention was to let her to know that I am here and not for her to worry.
I immediately removed my hand when I felt she relaxed. That was an absolute mistake. She took it that it Roy was ok and she do not need to worry. I knew it when she removed her hands from her triangle, and place it on the inside of my thigh. I saw Roy’s eyes moved to her triangle. I turned to look as well, and the lace offered no protection to show that she is cleaned shaven.
She squeezed my thigh and I looked up at her. I frowned and look down briefly at her exposed undies and back to her eyes. I gave a slight shook of my head.
She did not catch it and she gave me a wink. I knew by now that we have a huge miscommunication between us.
Clare’s left hand did not left my thigh and she bend forward to get her beer on the table. As Roy was in the armchair and she was facing in front, both of us could not see anything from her top. I thought she would try to expose herself, and I was worried. But as the conversation went on with Roy and myself without her attempting anything, I relaxed a little.
However, I could see that she was not taking any effort to cover up, probably feeling comfortable as it is. She just sat there listening to us.
The rained got a little heavier, and it was coming into the living room. As mine was an older house, the windows were not those sliding ones, but those that opened outwards. She got up, and went to the window, back facing us.
When she reached out to close the windows, her Tshirt raked up, showing us her thongs as well as her butt cheeks. She managed to close the windows and went to the kitchen.
Roy: the rain is really heavy.
Me: How was your holiday?
Roy: not too bad.
And he described his trip to me. Clare came back out with a rag instead of the mop and she squatted down.
Me: Dear, leave it. I’ll do it later.
Clare: The floor is wet. It’ll be slippery.
Me: why don’t you use the mop?
Clare: It’s wet. Nevermind, I’ll do it.
She started to clean the floor. In her position, of only wearing the TShirt, and on fours, cleaning the floor with the rag, her thongs was visible again. Luckily we only had a view of her sideways. Roy, of course, was ogling at her.
I got him to continue his story so as to distract him and he started again. She went into the kitchen and came out again. This time, she did not sit besides me, but sat on the floor between my feet and in front of Roy.
Me: Dear, why not sit on the sofa?
Clare: I want to listen to the holidays story. Also, it’s nearer to the fan.
She crossed her legs on the floor. I noticed his eyes rotated between my eyes, her eyes, her pokies and between her legs. She did not catch it due to his random placement of his sight.
He captivated her with the stories about the holiday he just went with his girlfriend and she listened attentively.
Roy: want to see some pictures?
Clare: sure….
He leaned forward and started to operate his phone. Naturally, Clare and myself leaned forward as well. Her top again opened, offering us a view of her tits. Not surprising, I could see her nipples were erected because they were constantly brushing against her Tshirt.
He showed us some pictures of the scenery of the places. As he scrolled along, there were some pictures taken with him and his girlfriend together. I saw Clare raised her eyebrow at those pictures and she smiled. She relaxed a little further knowing that he had a girlfriend.
The next picture that he showed us was a fully naked picture of his girlfriend in his hotel room.
Roy: Opppsss….
Clare: oh… haha… it’s ok….
He did not move the phone. The next picture was his girlfriend’s hairy pussy.
Roy: I wished she shaved just like you.
Clare: how did you know?!
Roy: I have never seen a girl’s shaven pussy before. But I think that would be nice.
Clare: haha….
She did not know how to answer. He was holding on the phone and she was staring at the picture.
He scrolled to the next picture. It was take bottom up, and she was spreading her lips for the camera. She was wet.
Roy: She gets wet easily. Does all girls also get wet easily?
Clare: I don’t know.
Roy: You?
Clare: haha…. errrmm…. next picture please….
Roy: I think you do…..haha….. Right Sam?
Me: Next picture….
He scrolled to the next picture. She was squeezing her boob with one hand and had a finger in her vagina with the other. I think they were C cups, but her areola were quite large.
Roy: I prefer smaller boobs, like yours.
Clare: eerrrmmm…. I think big boobs are nice…. Guys paid more attention to them.
Roy: like I said, you have nicer boobs.
She blushed but did not attempt to cover up. I just kept quiet and continued looking at his phone. The pictures were obviously of his girl friend. I wondered if I will ever get to meet her. Seeing her pictures is one thing. But once you get to meet the person and she does not know that you had seen her intimate pictures is another. I get a wicked sense of arousal from that.
Clare and Roy took their beer and finished them, opening another each.
Roy did not placed his phone as low as before, but a little higher. In her sitting position, Clare could not see, and so she squatted for better elevation. Her legs were slightly apart, and the Tshirt hovered around her hips. Her white thongs was plastered tightly against her crotch and we could see her obvious camel toe.
He scrolled to the next picture. It was a picture of his girlfriend sucking his cock. I could see her cheeks puffed out from the effect of his member.
Clare: oh….
Roy: haha…. that’s my cock….
He held the picture for a while before scrolling to the next picture. She was licking his balls and holding his cock.
He took his time to move to the next picture, ensuring that both Clare and myself had a good look at them. Those pictures were erotic and it was having an effect on me. I was having a raging hardon in my shorts.
Next picture, Roy was licking his girlfriend’s pussy. The abalone look alike was wet with either juices or his saliva.
Roy: You see, her hairs.
He zoomed in.
Roy: I don’t like. gets into my nose. I wished that I could see a shaven one.
He looked at her and smile. She saw that and awkwardly look down again, at his phone.
He retracted his phone from us.
Me: hey…..
He looked at me and smile. Clare was still squatting there, surprised by his sudden movement.
Roy : I have more explicit ones. You guys want to see?
I nodded. I wanted more. Clare did nothing. He looked down between her legs.
Roy: You know, Clare, you are wet….
I looked down and saw the unmistaken wet spot on her crotch. She closed her legs and blushed.
Clare: I….. I……
Roy: You like the pictures?
Clare kept quiet.
Roy: Sam, you are having an erection…..
Clare turned to look at my shorts.
Roy: haha… obviously both of you like the pictures.
He was obviously mind fucking us.
Roy: So how? Trade?
Clare looked at me with a questionable look. She had not shifted from her position.
Me: What are the other pictures?
Roy: Many more…. explicit ones.
I took my beer and finished it.
Me: how?
He laughed and then paused.
Roy: To be fair, you had seen my girl.
I waited. He turned to Clare.
Roy: Can I see yours as well? Show me your pictures too and I’ll show you mine.
I had not taken any nude shots of Clare.
Me: We have nothing.
Roy: Then deals off. It’s until here today.
I looked disappointed and Clare saw it.
Clare: Dear, we can get some pictures in the room now if you want.
Roy: No need to be so troublesome. Why not you just removed your bottom and I can see? haha…. just a suggestion…. haha….
I shook my head.
Me: nope. It’s fine…..
Roy: How? Clare? You want to do it?
She looked at me, and then at my manhood.
Clare: ok……
Me: no…..
I protested weakly. I wanted to see the pictures. But did not wanted Clare to expose herself. On the other hand, Clare exposing herself was extremely appealing to me. I was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Clare: Dear, I know you want to see the rest of the pictures. It’s ok.
Before I protest further, she stood up, and just pulled down her thongs to her knees. As she Tshirt fall back in place, she was still cover up as she stood there.
I turned to look at the door, it was still opened. But because of the rain, I do not think that there will be any sales person coming to knock on the door at this time.
Roy: you want to show me first before I show you more? Since you had already seen quite a few pictures?
She lifted her Tshirt a little, showing off her flawless pussy to him and then let the top drop back in place. She started to pull up her thongs again.
Roy: wait… keep it off…
Clare: ok, you have seen. You can show Sam the remaining pictures.
Roy: sure, only if you keep it off… there are tons of pictures there… . Why not I pass you my phone and you can see the pictures on your own?
He stood up in front of Clare and held the phone out to Clare. She considered for a moment and took off the thongs completely.
Then she took the phone from him and sat besides me. To her surprise, he came over to the sofa and sat besides her.
She passed the phone to me. I held it but the screen was locked. Before I could asked him for the password, he leaned across Clare, and I saw his forearms brushing against her breasts while he entered the numbers on the phone. Once unlocked, he went back to his position. Clare did not respond.
Roy: ok, it’s unlocked now. Happy viewing…haha….
I scrolled through the pictures, sharing the phone between Clare and myself.
The next set of pictures were showing Roy breast-fucking his girl. When I scrolled too fast, Clare stopped me and went back to the previous picture. I could hear her breathing erratically. She was also getting excited seeing the pictures together.
Clare: HEY!
I felt Clare jerked in her seat. I looked up, and saw Roy holding a wet finger in the air. I started to get angry as I thought he had touched Clare.