by Isabel Love
Crystal reads my mind and hops up on the cabinet, putting her at just the right height. I step in between her legs and run my nose down her cheek. Her arms settle on my shoulders and she sighs sweetly.
“Did you know you have the most amazing tits I have ever seen?” I tell her truthfully.
“Do you like them?” She arches her chest against mine.
I nod rapidly. “Oh yeah. I want to see them, Crystal. Do you want to show them to me?”
She looks from side to side to make sure we’re alone down here then giggles and bites her lip. “I don’t normally do this kind of thing in a hallway,” she tells me.
This girl has known me for all of 12 minutes. We both know I’m not the first random hookup she’s ever had, but I don’t want to make her feel bad about this. Women should be able to enjoy random hookups just as much as men. There is no shame in two consenting adults giving and taking pleasure from each other. I just need to make sure she wants to do this with me. “No pressure, sweetheart. If you don’t like the idea of doing this right here, right now, I can walk you back to your friends and jack off later to the thoughts of what might have happened in this hallway.”
“No, no, I want to be here. I’m just nervous about someone catching us, that’s all,” she says quickly.
Thank fuck. Although, I kind of like the idea of someone catching us.
“I’m standing right here, so I’ll shield you from view. Besides, if we hear anything we can just stop.” I smile my most convincing smile and lean down to kiss her.
Soft kisses at first. They’re…nice.
But I need more.
I deepen the kiss, licking at the seam of her lips. She opens her mouth, giving me access, but this makes it worse, not better. It’s the wrong ratio of tongue, lips, and teeth. She’s trying to touch my tonsils with her tongue, but her lips are so thin that her teeth dig into my lips and gums. This is not working for me. I back away from her mouth and trail kisses down her neck, onto her collarbone, and finally onto the tops of her breasts. Much better.
“I’m going to kiss these perfect nipples.”
She nods her agreement and leans back against the wall. I mold my hands to her tits, gently massaging and weighing them in my hands. Jesus Christ, they’re definitely real, so soft and full. I pull the neckline down so her boobs spill up and out of her top.
“Fuuuck. They’re perfect.”
She moans as I graze the backs of my fingers over her nipples, feeling the hard nubs that have me hypnotized.
Then I hear a soft noise to my side. When I turn to see if anyone is approaching, I find Quinn, standing in the shadows, staring directly at me.
I’m standing here with my hands on a complete stranger’s tits and Quinn is watching me with rapt attention. There is no trace of jealousy in her expression, only desire. I glance at Crystal to see if she has noticed Quinn’s presence, but her eyes are still closed. My cock throbs at the thought of Quinn watching me in action.
I meet Quinn’s eyes. “You want me to keep going?” I ask her. She stares at my hands touching Crystal’s nipples and nods.
Crystal, however, thinks I’m talking to her and says, “Yes, please keep going.”
Fuck.
HOLY SHIT. I CAN’T believe I’m standing here staring at Charlie’s masculine hands as they fondle a set of amazing boobs, but my legs seem to be rooted to the floor.
Not 10 minutes ago, I was on the dance floor feeling pretty sure I was about to get lucky with a delicious man, but his friend had some emergency and he had to take off. Monica and Max left a few minutes ago, as did Logan and Tate. I had assumed Charlie and the girl with the giant boobs left when I saw them walking through the club. When my hookup for the night bailed, I decided to go to the bathroom and call it a night.
As I came down the hall to go to the bathroom, a sound coming from the opposite direction caught my attention and I paused to look down the dark hallway. It sounded kind of like a gasp, but I couldn’t tell if it was a gasp of pleasure or fear. The lack of lighting made it difficult to see, so I crept down the hall as quietly as I could, the protective side of me wanting to make sure there wasn’t someone being taken advantage of. When I heard it again, it was definitely a pleasure-filled moan. I froze, ready to turn back around as the girl seemed to be enjoying whatever was happening.
Then I heard the unmistakable voice of Charlie Nelson. Realizing Charlie was down the hall getting it on with some random girl did not make me want to leave like a normal person.
No.
My inner pervert wants to stay and watch. See, I’ve had Charlie’s hands on me and I know how talented those hands are. He oozes sex appeal without even trying. With unruly blond hair, mischievous ocean blue eyes, golden skin, and a smile that could melt the panties off a nun, it’s hard to resist his pull. The fact that he is honest to a fault, totally unfiltered, and completely up front about what he wants makes him quite charming. He is the perfect choice for no-strings-attached sex.
As my eyes adjust to the dim light, I can see Charlie’s face. His cheeks are flushed with arousal and his eyes burn into mine. The girl is leaning back, arching her breasts into his touch with her eyes closed, and I must give props where props are due. Miss Double D has an amazing rack—full, soft boobs with pretty, upturned nipples. Charlie plucks at said nipples, pinching them slightly then lifting each one up toward his mouth.
My own nipples tingle beneath my clothes, and I’m tempted to reach under my shirt and play with them as Charlie starts to lick and suck the stiff peaks in front of him. He leaves them wet, shiny with his saliva, and alternates back and forth between them. Miss Double D whimpers when he bites one and pulls, and her thighs start to rub together. She must be so wet after Charlie’s ministrations—I know I am. My body is so turned on, I’m not sure I can wait until I get home to masturbate. My lady bits are all awake and wanting attention.
Charlie grunts in appreciation and turns to look at me. “I bet you’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically, and part of me wants him to turn his attention on me, but the other part wants to see what he does next. How far will he take it in the hallway of a club? Will she suck his cock? Will he fuck her?
The girl, once again, thinks he’s talking to her and responds with, “God, yes.”
She isn’t much of a talker, but Charlie more than makes up for it.
“You know what would turn me on so much?” he asks her.
I’m afraid she’s going to open her eyes, but she doesn’t. “Hmm?”
“I want to see you lick your nipples. Have you ever done that before?” He lifts her breasts up, and I can see that it’s likely possible. I can’t do that, but it’s not for lack of trying.
She shakes her head. “No, I’ve never tried.”
“Can you try for me? I’d really like to see it,” he tells her in a husky voice as he lifts one breast closer to her face.
She hesitates then leans her head down to see how close she can get. I hug the wall as best I can to stay out of sight but angle my body so I can continue to watch. She stares up at Charlie and tentatively sticks out her tongue to see if she can reach it, then she swipes it across her stiff peak experimentally.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, leaning in to lick it right after her. “Do it again.”
They alternate licks until their tongues touch over her nipple, and I’m about to combust.
I’m not a lesbian—my attraction for men has been clearly established.
I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman, never thought I’d want to lick a girl’s nipple, but fuck—I can’t deny how aroused I am watching this scene unfold.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he promises her.
Oh my God.
Do I want to watch this?
Yes, I do.
She’s wearing a short skirt, so he has easy access. When she nods in agreement, he helps her adjust so she’s sitting on the edge of the cabinet, legs spread wide, back leaning on the wal
l behind her.
“I need you to keep licking those pretty tits for me, okay? You look so hot doing that.” She nods and continues, moaning softly as Charlie’s hands slide up her thighs. His position makes it difficult for me to see what he’s doing, but I can tell when he finally makes contact as they both groan.
Fuck. My own clit is throbbing.
I watch his back muscles shift as he moves his arms. I imagine one hand is holding her underwear to the side and the other hand is busy stroking her. When wet sounds reach my ears, I know I’m right.
Miss Double D moans and stops licking her nipples, only to pinch and pull at them instead. Her head falls back, pleasure softening her expression.
“That’s it. I want to feel this tight pussy come around my fingers.”
I watch her face and see the moment her orgasm hits. Her face scrunches up, almost in pain, then her mouth falls open and she gasps. She clutches on to Charlie’s arms and shakes as he draws out her orgasm.
Charlie looks over his shoulder at me, his fingers still buried inside her, and groans. “Fucking hell, that was hot.”
I’m on fire, sweat’s trickling down my back, and I ache with the need to come. He must need to come, too.
“Mmmm,” she agrees.
All of my senses are so wrapped up in what’s happening in front of me, I fail to notice the sound of footsteps behind me until they’re right next to me.
“What’s going on down here?” a security guard asks.
I step in front of Charlie to give them a moment to put her shirt back on properly and face the tall, suspicious man. “Oh, nothing. I was just looking for my brother,” I say louder than necessary. I turn to face Charlie. “Hey, there you are! I just wanted to let you know I’m taking off.”
Miss Double D’s tits are covered by the flimsiest excuse for a top I’ve ever seen, her cheeks are pink, and Charlie’s erection is making a tent in his pants, but at least all essential parts are covered.
“Don’t go,” Charlie says to me, stepping away from the girl. “Let me take you home.”
The security guard looks between the three of us with narrowed eyes. “You guys can’t be down here. Please move along.”
“No problem,” I tell him and start walking toward the exit.
“Quinn, hang on a second!” Charlie shouts after me. My heart is beating erratically in my chest.
“Who was that?” I hear Miss Double D ask him.
Footsteps follow me and I hear Charlie tell her, “Sorry sweetheart, I have to get going. Thank you for everything.”
“Hey wait!” she calls after him. “I didn’t get your name!”
Leave it to Charlie to hook up with someone without even telling her his name.
“See you around,” he says, dismissing her with a wave as he catches up with me. “Where are you going so fast?” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side.
“What are you doing? Why aren’t you back there with Miss Double D?” I ask him. He barks out a laugh at my name for her.
“They might have been triple D—did you see those tits?” He groans and looks to the ceiling with a tortured smile.
I did see those tits.
I saw him touch them. And lick them.
And I saw her lick them.
And I watched him make her come.
Holy fuck. I’m such a voyeur. It was like witnessing real, live porn, right in front of me.
“Don’t you want to take her home and fuck her?” I ask him. Why did he leave her back there?
“What about you? Where is your boy toy for the night?” He smirks at me and pulls me to a stop near the restrooms.
“He had to go.” I shrug. “I was just stopping at the bathroom on my way out when I…” I trail off.
“When you decided to watch me in action,” he finishes for me.
I laugh. That pretty much sums it up.
“I’m glad you did, it was hot as fuck. Come home with me tonight.”
I stop and turn to look at him. His ocean blue eyes are full of lust, desire, and naughty intentions. God, what those eyes do to me.
When I don’t answer right away, he flashes me his panty-dropping grin, showing me his dimples and teeth, like a hungry wolf. “Come on, Red,” he pleads, using his nickname for me. “My cock is as hard as a rock right now and I know you got all hot and bothered back there watching us. Let’s go give each other some orgasms.”
I stare into this handsome face and give in to what he wants because I want it just as much.
“Okay, let’s.”
“I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick. Meet me right here in five minutes.” He leans down into my ear and says, “Do not get yourself off in the bathroom. I know you’re about two seconds away from coming, but that orgasm is mine.”
“You’re so bossy,” I complain. How did he know I was going to try to get some relief in the bathroom?
“You like me bossy.”
I do.
That’s some party trick.
I’M SO WORKED UP right now, I almost can’t see straight. I had fully intended to fuck Miss Double D, as Quinn so aptly named her, but once the security guard interrupted us and Quinn bolted, having sex with Crystal lost its appeal. All I could think about was Quinn’s gaze on me, watching me touch another woman, watching me make her come. She liked watching. I could tell how turned on she was by the way her chest was rising and falling so rapidly with every breath, the way she couldn’t tear her eyes away from me, the sheen of sweat on her upper lip and neck.
My cock throbs in my pants just thinking about it.
Quinn insists on driving as I had a few shots tonight and we decide to go to her place because it’s closer. Quinn lives in a condo that’s quite nice, actually. Once we’re in her car, I adjust my dick so my pants aren’t strangling it.
“Congratulations on your new account, hotshot. I don’t know if I told you earlier,” she says.
“Thank you. You told me earlier, but you can tell me again. I like it when you praise me.”
“I’m not sure there’s any room in this car, what with the size of your—”
“Cock?” I interject.
“I was going to say ego.”
“My cock is pretty big, too, you have to admit.” I look over at her, flashing a naughty grin.
“I do like your cock, you know that. Are you fishing for compliments?”
I chuckle. I love that she admits to liking my cock. Most women shy away from dirty talk, but not Quinn. She’s just as blunt as I am and isn’t afraid to use words like cock or cunt.
“Isn’t there any way you can go any faster? I’m dying over here.” I’m two seconds away from pulling my dick out and jacking off while she drives.
“Calm your tits. We’re almost there.” She rolls her eyes but does push down on the gas pedal a bit harder.
“Speaking of tits, you liked watching me fondle Miss Double D, didn’t you?”
“That was one impressive rack,” she admits.
“Have you ever…been with a woman?” The way she was watching us made me think she’d like to join in. I could see Quinn experimenting with other women.
“No, I like dick, if you haven’t noticed.” She smiles and glances over at me. “But I can appreciate that boobs are sexy.”
“What about the way she was able to lick her own nipples, wasn’t that hot?” I almost came in my pants when I saw that she could do it. That’s going in the spank bank, for sure.
“That’s some party trick.”
“Would you lick your own nipples if you could?” I ask her. Quinn’s boobs are amazing, large and perky, though not quite as big as Crystal’s.
“Hell yeah I would. That’s like asking if you would suck your own dick if you could. Don’t even tell me you’ve never tried to; I won’t believe you.”
I chuckle. “When I was 14, I tried as hard as I could, but I’m not that flexible.”
“There’s a sight I would have liked to see.” She laughs.
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“It wasn’t even remotely sexy. I lived in fear that someone would walk in on me and catch an eyeful of me in different contorted positions.” I laugh at the memory. “It would seem as though you are a closet voyeur. How did I not know this about you until tonight?”
She chews on her bottom lip. “I didn’t know it myself. I mean, I like watching porn, but I’ve never come across an opportunity to watch real-life action.”
I file that information away for later and almost weep with relief when we pull into her driveway. We turn to look at each other once the car is parked in her garage, and her eyes roam over my face, stopping on my lips. She leans forward, about to kiss me.
“Is there anything you need to do before I fuck you?” Once I start, I won’t be able to stop until I’m balls deep inside of her.
“No.”
I promptly get out of the car and walk around the front to open her door. As soon as she’s standing, I’m on her, pulling her face toward mine and taking her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. Her lips are perfect, plump, and soft, and this kiss has the perfect ratio of lips, teeth, and tongue. Her tongue dances with mine and she’s as ravenous as I am, licking and nipping at me. Her hands are busy too, untucking my shirt and reaching for my belt buckle. Fuck. I love that she’s desperate for my dick, but I reach down and bat her hands away. We need to take this inside. I reach down to palm her ass and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the door, stopping by the security alarm so she can disarm it.
Once the door is open, I stride inside and sit on the couch with Quinn straddling me. She grinds against my erection as I pull her shirt up and off. She reaches for my shirt next, and I reach over my head to tug it off. She sits back on my lap and stares down at my torso, lust and appreciation shining in her eyes. I also take a moment to appreciate my view of her. She wears a red, silky bra, but it seems like some of the material is missing because only the bottom half of her boobs are covered. The top half is exposed and I can see the pink skin of her areolas just hinting at where her nipples are. I trail my fingers across the edge of the bra, dragging the material down a bit to reveal the rest of her nipples. They’re tight little nubs and I pinch them, hard. She gasps and arches her back, bringing her chest closer to my face.