Syd's Girlfriend to the Rescue

“Oh, well then,” Syd said, grabbing his sandwich from the counter. “I hate to be a pain in the ass, but I was wondering if you might be able to stick around here for a little bit longer, or fuck it, just come back later.”

“Oh?” I asked curiously, my dick starting to rise in my pants with the possibilities.

“Yeah, I gotta run back to Shelly’s place. Seems I forgot my wallet there and she wants me to come back and get it.”

“You mean she wants you to come back and get some pussy,” I chided, starting to eat my sandwich. Syd shrugged the comment off and started walking out the door.

“Which ever. Just be back here in an hour and apologize to my Mom for me,” Syd said and raced out the door. Ms. Melba came out as soon as she heard the front door slam, still wearing the transparent white shirt and tight red shorts. She looked like she was carrying something behind her back, but I didn’t see what it was for a second. Not until she plopped it on the counter in front of her.

“Syd’s not staying?” she asked dejectedly.

“He’ll….uh….be back,” I said, my eyes locked on her bra. When I managed to move them, they floated right to her chest and those pink nipples, straining at the fabric of her thin shirt.

“Oh good,” she said happily. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh?” I asked, swallowing hard.

“I’m not sure how to put this, but did you cum in my bra?” she asked, her eyes dipping to my crotch. My cock was at full mast, straining against the material. It throbbed heavily in my pants as she stretched and leaned over the cupboard to get a better look, thrusting her tits out at me at the same time. “And did you spy on me this morning? I thought I saw something through the broken shower tile, but I wasn’t sure.”

She didn’t give me a chance to answer and my dick got harder and harder as her voice became more and more playful. She wet her lips while pausing for an instant and walked out from behind the counter she was behind.

“I only ask because something came through the hole. It looked like cum, and it sure tasted like cum. Matter of fact, it tasted like what you put in my bra earlier. Did you jerk off with my bra?” she asked, closing the distance between us slowly, letting her thighs part with each step, her camel toe showing me she wasn’t wearing panties under those tight red shorts.

“Umm, well…” you stammer, caught and blushing.

“Wouldn’t you rather,” she started, pausing only long enough to peel her shirt off her body and shake her hair out, letting it flail around her shoulders and drape over her tits. “Cum on my tits?” she finished, her hand snaking out to find the impressive bulge in my jeans. I shivered at her touch and she licked her lips.

“Or maybe, you’d rather cum somewhere else? How much time did Syd say he’d take?”

“An hour,” you **** out.

“Mmmm….Perrrrfect,” she said, trilling the r’s with a skilled tongue. “So how about it? How about you take this old lady for a spin? Do you want to cum in my ass, my mouth, my cunt, or all over these big titties you’ve been staring at?” she asked, fishing your rod out of your pants and stroking it in the open air.