Tonight I had it especially bad. When I got to Greg’s house, he was already outside taking a quick dip in the pool to cool off from the blistering August sun. It was the first time since I realized I had lustful urges towards this man that I’d seen him without his shirt. When he pulled himself up on the edge of the cement enclosure, my mouth watered as his biceps tightened, pulling the weight of his body up, giving me a full-on view of his taut stomach and wet, clingy swim trunks that outlined every inch of his manhood. I instantly moistened my panties and found myself blushing slightly from my naughty thoughts.
“Hey Cam! Want to jump in? The water feels great.”
Oh, god. Would I. “No thanks. I didn’t bring my suit anyway. I just thought I’d pop by and see if you needed any help with anything.”
He studied me for a second in my hip-hugging capris and snug tank, which showed off just enough of my toned midriff to be tempting. I had made a concerted effort to look especially hot today, and it was obvious he had noticed. He lingered briefly at my tits, which were full C’s and stood at attention without my bra, my nipples slightly erect from my constant state of arousal around him. I wasn’t playing fair, but I wanted to kick it up a notch in order gauge his reaction. Judging by his flushed face, I’d certainly made my point. He caught himself and looked away quickly before grabbing his towel to distract himself by drying off.
“I’m sorry, hon. I’ve got a few errands to run and then I’m calling it an early night.” He seemed to be hurrying me along, and that’s when I caught a glimpse of the swelling in his trunks when he brought his towel up to dry his hair.
Grinning, I waved goodbye and turned slowly, swaying my hips just a little more than usual as I walked away, making sure he had a nice shot of my panty-less ass.
“Gotcha” I whispered under my breath once I was far enough out of earshot.
When I got home that evening, I went straight to my room, locked my door and pulled my new vibrator from its hiding spot beside my bed. I had purchased my plaything in an attempt to satisfy my constant craving for Greg's cock inside of me. I wasn’t sure how well that was actually working, but it did manage to keep some of my insatiable horniness at bay, and Greg didn’t seem to notice a difference in how I was acting around him.
Since I was still a virgin, I hadn’t yet worked up the courage to penetrate myself with the stiff, blue rod. For now, my fingers were all I could handle inside my tiny, pink tunnel. When I first took it out of its box, though, I did practice deep-throating it to see how far I could take one inside my mouth. You know, just in case. I knew if I ever got my way, there would be ample opportunity to have the real thing. There was still the possible issue of Greg not being able to look past my age and the fact that I was like a second daughter to him. Or at least so I thought. But judging by the way he had looked at me, I had reason to be at least slightly hopeful. I would definitely have to work on putting to rest any doubts he might have; preferably soon, before I exploded.
I stepped out of my capris, stripped off my tank top, and climbed on top of my cool, crisp sheets. The contact made me shudder and my nipples puckered in response. I put a finger in my mouth and brought it down to trace light circles around the crinkles of my breasts, the stimulation sending jolts straight down the middle of my body. I set my vibrator on low and began fondling the outer folds of my cunt, teasing softly as I traveled into my fantasies of Greg. Oh, sweet Greg. His smiling face and shirtless, rock-hard body in those clingy shorts flashed through my mind. The familiar tingles coursed through me and my pussy responded eagerly, moisture forming around my hole. Slowly I maneuvered the cock around, exploring every inch of skin outside of my pulsing, wet mound. I tickled the opening of my quivering snatch, aching to break through the thin barrier that separated me from complete ecstasy. Several times I had been tempted to plunge the long, thick toy deep inside my pleading tunnel and finally satisfy that need, but I always stopped right before I caved, convincing myself to save it in case I ever ended up in Greg’s bed.
Tonight I chose to be more adventurous. I decided if I was going to save my sweet cherry for Mr. Watkins, then I was going to explore the neighboring passageway instead. After all, I might want to give him that cherry, too. I set the vibration mode a notch higher and flipped over on all fours, spreading my legs wide with my ass high in the air. I started out straddling the shaft, positioning it between the lips of my snatch so that the middle drummed rhythmically against my clit while the tip pushed between the crevice of my ass, teasing the opening of my puckered hole. The soft plastic tickled every exposed area of both of my sacred holes. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Within seconds, I was overflowing with juices. The added lubrication on the tip emboldened me. I brought the blue cock around to the back and penetrated my ass just enough to see if I could take it. The feeling was even more incredible and I began to rock back and forth, getting a little deeper inside my hole, bit by bit, stretching it to make room for the entire length of the cock. The further in I went, the more I became lost in my fantasy.