BR - Cold Feet Part 3

It’s a weird feeling, to discover a kink in Beth that you didn’t even suspect. You aren’t sure what this kink even is. It’s not exhibitionism. Edna isn’t watching, she just knows that you’re here. And you know that she knows. And you’re in her private space. Her bed is five feet away.

You aren’t as comfortable as Beth is with this, but you’re too turned on to stop her from unzipping your dress. She strips you naked, but instead of making a beeline for your erection, she turns and leaves you. You stand there, naked in a stranger’s bedroom, watching as she rummages through Edna’s closet. The overhead light is on. You feel as exposed as if you were naked on a public beach. You fold your arms self-consciously, although there’s nothing you can do about your cock. Beth knows your body well, but it feels different here.

“This’ll do,” she chirps, bringing out a silky, but basic chemise. Beth isn’t as tall as Edna, but they’re equally slim. She holds eye contact with you as she strips down and slips into it.

She walks over and kisses you, then looks up at you impishly.

“Wish I had a strap-on for you right now.” She points. “When you’re making this face.”

“I’m not making a face,” you protest.

“You will.” Beth roughly shoves Edna’s makeup and perfume to the side, clearing a space on top of the dresser. The surface of the dresser is glass, reflecting just like the mirror. Beth gives you a look and pats the glass.

Blushing, you hop up to sit. The glass is cold against your bare bottom. You shiver, and your body’s covered in goosebumps. Your nipples are harder than your cock. Beth places her hands on your thighs and gazes at you. She looks cute in the borrowed shift, which is white. It’s not the sexiest, but knowing that it’s not Beth’s…

Your cock twitches. Beth’s eyes light up. She sinks to her knees.

“You don’t ever think about it?” she asks, peering up at you.

“What?”

“Everyone out there looking at you?”

She means the sexy FUTA ads and stuff. You shift uncomfortably, unsure what to say. You just figured those pictures focused on your butt weren’t a big deal. It’s not like anyone would know that it was you.

But Edna did.

You gasp as Beth takes your shaft into her mouth, dragging her nails lightly across your bare legs and making a point to sound as slutty as possible. Your cock muffles her porn star moans, but not the slurping of her lips.

She spoils you. Your legs quiver, and as you’re just about to reach for your breasts, planning to use your hard nips to get you over the edge and fill Beth’s mouth up, she stops. Instead of pulling you to the bed, as you expect, she stands you up, spins you around, and grabs your wrist. She slaps your palm to the mirror, bending you at the waist. You’re out of breath and close to orgasm; you let her pose you like a doll.

Your other hand goes on the mirror, then she’s behind you. Your blushing reflection is inches away as she stands close behind you, reaching around to jerk your cock ruthlessly. A minute at most is all Beth needs to bring you off. She’s kissing your shoulder blades as your dick expands in her hand and you clench your jaw as all kinds of muscles inside you tighten.

You feel lightheaded.