She’d never been that interested in sex. The few dates she’d been on hadn’t been that exciting, and she’d never really been tempted to sleep with any of them.
They were typically her age, always trying to show off or look more impressive than they were. A couple of times she’d had a similar feeling that ran down her body and reminded her that she had a pussy, but never with her dates.
It was usually from catching sight of an older man staring at her. When that happened, she spent a little extra time in bed, flicking her fingers over her clit until she came, and then the feelings passed.
No man had ever affected her this strongly before.
She put on the T-shirt she usually slept in. It was an old, white one worn thin with age that came down just to the tops of her thighs. She brushed her teeth and realized she didn’t have a glass for water.
Cathy was pretty sure she couldn’t sleep without a glass of water at her bedside, so she headed down to the kitchen.
All the lights were out, but the TV still glowed. Matt was on the couch in the same place he’d been when she excused herself. But from the back, he appeared to be moving a little, his shoulders shaking almost imperceptibly. He gasped and his head dropped back against the couch. Was he crying?
Cathy stepped close enough and started to say his name but caught herself when she realized he wasn’t crying.
From a few feet behind him at a slight angle, she could see he had his pants opened and pushed down slightly, his hand wrapped around his cock. That’s when Cathy realized what was on the TV: not the same movie that had been playing when she woke up leaned against him.
A man in a suit sat on the edge of his desk, leaned back on his hands. His tie hung to the side of his opened shirt, and his pants were opened wide enough so that a naked woman with a very reddened ass could suck his dick.
“That’s it, Mrs. Smith. Suck me hard so I don’t have to paddle you again,” he said, then he twisted his hand in her hair and pulled. She groaned around his cock and sucked him twice as fast.
Matt groaned, his hand slipping up and down his cock in time with the woman’s sucking on the screen. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned.
Cathy pressed her fingers between her legs, amazed at how her body reacted to what she was seeing. She stepped closer, then realized she was close enough Matt was surely going to notice her there. Things would be so awkward after that. How could she stay there with him all week?
So, why wasn’t she running away? It was as if she couldn’t peel her eyes from Matt’s hand moving on his cock.
The little sounds he made, the sharp inhaled breaths, seemed to draw her closer. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, aching to be touched in a way she’d never really experienced before.
She slid a fingertip underneath the thin, damp strip of fabric to stroke over her swollen clit and gasped at the pleasure of it.
Matt turned his head, his mouth dropping open. “Cathy!” he shouted, obviously startled, and tried to pull his pants over his enormous hard-on at the same time he tried to get up.
Cathy gasped. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rattled out, snapping her hand away from her pussy but not before he clearly saw what she was doing. “I just came down for a glass of water, and I-I-I’m sorry!” She turned to hurry away and managed to stumble over her own foot. She didn’t fall, but her foot banged against the floor as she caught herself.
She gasped in pain.
Matt was at her side in a second, holding her steady. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, her face hot. It must have been fire-engine red. She was unable to look at him. “Just clumsy. I didn’t really hurt myself.”
“Didn’t twist it?” “No.”
His hands held her shoulders. He rubbed them gently. “Good. Cathy, I . . . how long were you standing there?”
“I don’t know,” she lied. “Maybe a second or so. I didn’t really see anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m so embarrassed.
Look, I can find a hostel or something for the rest of my time here. I should never have–”
“Cathy,” he said with a soft laugh. “It’s okay. I don’t want you to leave.” She glanced up at him. “You don’t?”
“I just thought maybe you’d been watching . . . for a while. And I thought you were touching yourself, too. Was I wrong?”
He wasn’t wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it. When she didn’t answer, he gently took her wrist and lifted her hand–the hand she’d had underneath her panties, touching herself.
He brought her fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he sucked the tip of her index finger into his mouth.
His voice deep and husky, he said, “I wasn’t wrong, was I?”
Cathy swallowed hard, a fresh wave of heat and wetness flooding her pussy. She could barely believe what he’d just done and how hot it made her. “No, you weren’t.”
“You didn’t want me to see you, but you were so caught up in the movie you couldn’t stop yourself?” He pushed her hair back from her face and let his hand rest against the back of her neck. “Is that it?”
“No,” she squeaked out. “It wasn’t the movie I was watching.” “Oh.” He chuckled. “It was me?”
He slowly opened his pants, his still half-hard cock spring out. He took it in his free hand, lifting it. “What made you so interested?”
Once again, Cathy couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was so thick she wasn’t sure her fingers and thumb would touch if she wrapped her hand around it.
She hadn’t seen any other real live cocks to compare it to, and she wasn’t really good with guessing measurements. She figured it had to be at least seven or eight inches long.
It seemed mammoth to her, and the thought of something that big and hard plunging into her pussy was both scary and exciting. Her hole throbbed.
“It’s . . . huge.”
Matt shrugged. “Maybe a little bigger than average. Not by much, probably.”
The TV in the background sent moans and the sounds of bodies slapping together into the air. Before Cathy even realized what she was doing, she’d reached out and put her hand on top of Matt’s cock.
He hissed, an obvious shiver running through him at the touch. “Okay, I see I was right about you being interested,” he said with a little laugh.
“I’m sorry,” she said, snatching her hand away. ‘I don’t know what’s come over me. I . . . I’ve never cared much before.”
“About sex?”
She shook her head. “I’ve been so focused on school for years, and now getting an internship. Just never thought much about it. Or . . . done it.”
“Oh,” he said on a long exhale. “Oh, Cathy, you have no idea what that thought does to me.”
His cock twitched under her hand, and she gasped. “Me being a virgin?”
He lay his hand on top of hers and moved it slowly up and down his length. “You being a virgin who was just touching yourself while watching me jack off.”
She tried to wrap her fingers around his cock, and she’d been right. They barely touched. “I . . . I should probably go . . .” She pointed upstairs, but didn’t let go of his cock.
“Do you really want to go to sleep right now?” he asked, stepping close enough his cock brushed her lower stomach. Matt tilted her face up and leaned down slowly, giving her enough time to move if she really wanted.
Then he kissed her, his tongue sliding along the crease of her lips until she parted them to let him taste her mouth. “Or would you rather your first night in the city be a night of other firsts, too?”
Cathy was so wet that she was sure her inner thighs must be damp. When he kissed her again and his tongue twisted against hers, she moaned and arched her back, pressing herself against him.
The damp tip of his cock wet her T-shirt and soaked it through so she could feel it against the skin of her stomach. God, he smelled so musky and good, and the longer he kissed her, the wetter she got.
He brushed his knuckles down from her shoulder, over the tight point of a nipple through her shirt, and she gasped, “I don’t want to sleep.”
He smiled at her. “I am so glad to hear that.”
Music came from the TV, the end of the porn film he’d been watching. Another one started, so either he had a DVD collection playing or he was watching a porn channel. “Want me to turn that off?” he asked, leading her around to the front of the couch.
“I don’t m–” Cathy was cut off by another deep kiss. Matt crushed her against him, his stubble rubbing against her chin as he dragged his lips over hers.
Every sensation was thrilling and made Cathy more aware of how badly her clit wanted to be touched again.