A scene to be seen

“Sorry we just barged in like that.” Stacy offered the old man, ruffling the towel he had given her through still sopping-wet hair. They were bathing in the warmth of his lounge fireplace, a genuine log affair which crackled and spluttered as it sent flickering light across the girl’s dripping form. Mark had very hurriedly ran the fluffy fabric over his whole frame, then dived for the pair of borrowable pants he’d been offered. He still felt damp, but not being naked in a stranger’s presence was much higher on his list of concerns. His companion, however, showed no such qualms. She wrapped the cloth around her head like a turban, then proceeded to begin wandering around the room admiring it’s decoration, showing no interest at all in covering herself anytime soon. Their host had entered the room bearing three steaming mugs of cocoa, his eyes tracking her progress admiringly.

“Oh, no worries there young’uns, we all get *ahem* caught out sometimes.”

Mark thought back ten minutes or so to how this elderly gentlemen had found them, naked and embroiled with each other in his own little workshop. Of course the boy himself had been unable to see anything much at all, smothered in a world of pink as he had been. The first he’d realised of their surprise onlooker was hearing Stace’s fateful offer “Would you like to watch?” He still couldn’t quite believe that that had been her first response. Nor that the man, apparently wordlessly, had agreed to that very thing. Suddenly the girl had span round on his face and begun swallowing him down in a sixty-nine. Mark’s first view of the man whose home they’d invaded was up past the swaying valley of his best friend’s pussy. He’d anxiously been forced to get back up to speed in licking the damn thing, simply because he saw no other escape route. While again his partner in trespassing just seemed to take it all in her stride. If anything he found the girl was even more sensitive to his attentions with this third party looming, cumming far before he managed to finally give her back a mouthful of tension release.

Stacy was tapping at something on the mantelpiece. An intricate looking clockwork device that ticked away under its own steam, a thousand moving parts meshing together to achieve… pretty much nothing, as far as Mark could see.

“This is cool!” Remarked Stacy. “Where did you buy it?”

The old man chuckled, moving distinctively close to her to hand over one of the mugs. “I didn’t buy it anywhere… though I suppose I paid for all the pieces at some point or another…”

Stacy’s eyes now truly lit up, nearly spilling scalding hot liquid over her tits in the excitement.

“You made it?!”

Their host let an answering twinkle drop into his eyes as he handed a second mug over to a both thankful and increasingly jealously-defensive Mark. He waved for them to follow and led out of the room.

The two high-schoolers shared a glance. Mark tried to subtly indicate the vast advantages to wearing clothing in creepy stranger’s houses using only his eyebrows… Stacy smirkingly reached down and spread open her pussy lips for him, then waggled her butt as she took up the old man’s trail. The boy sighed and followed, nursing both a little bit of pride and a scalded tongue where he’d gone for the cocoa too fast.

Even he had to admit the sight that awaited them was pretty impressive though.