Getting too into it

“Oh, God,” escaped his lips as Tracy's knees went weak. He caught himself on the bed before he hit the floor. Twisting around, he sat on the sheets for a moment before his hand went back to his chest. Everything was a blur as he soon found himself completely naked and on his back. The last of his clothes were tossed elsewhere but he no longer cared.

His hands ran along his smooth hairless skin before going back to his chest. Both hands rubbed and pulled the mounds that shouldn't be there, filling him with a feeling of ecstasy that he didn't know was possible. Everything in him wanted to reach down to rub his shaft but he couldn't pull his hands away from their stimulating. He moaned softly, curling his toes, feeling the pressure building inside of himself. His smooth legs shifted and slide along the sheets, creating quite a display of need. Lost, Tracy's chest heaved and his breath deepened. There was nothing but these feeling and the desire to have more hands to touch him. Lips to kiss. His orgasm was building without ever touching himself and he was going crazy. He turned his head to the side and cooed, eyes half open.

As his eyes landed on the clock on the bedside table, “I'm late!” he screamed.

He couldn't believe it but the hour had flown by so fast. He couldn't imagine that he had been touching himself for so long that he might stand up Barbra. He shot up and grabbed whatever he could, not thinking very much at all. He reached into a dresser and pulled out some black shorts with a matching bra. In the closet he found the first shirt he could and ripped it off the hanger. He barley registered how long shirt fell down passed the thin boy shorts he was wearing. Nearly running, he grabbed a pair of sandals in the closet and dashed out the door.

Anyone that saw him rushing out could only see the woman in heeled sandals and the light blue dress. Heads turned as he hopped that it wasn't too late.