Talk to her

Tara releases you from her sudden bear hug and steps back with a blush.

“Hi Caleb, it’s nice to meet you too. I thought it was just me left!” she says, relief written on her face.

“So did I. Have you seen anyone else?” you reply.

“No. I thought I was alone in this world until you appeared. The last few days I've been searching, but all I find are empty cars, empty houses… and empty city.” Tara says sadly, “At least I'm not completely alone.”

She surveys her surroundings, glancing at the stack of bras and panties and the hand basket filled with various dresses. Her eyes intently examine the mirror that is still dripping with copious amounts of semen, evidence of what she has just done.

“How long…” she trails off in a weak voice. “What did you see?”

“I've been here awhile now, at first I didn't know who was here or how many people. If you had friends who might be a danger…” you try to your best to explain away spying on this girl for so long, but it all sounds so empty.

“Oh no…” the fragmented tone of her voice breaks your heart.

“If I knew anybody was here I would have never… I mean I'm… I've known what I was all my life but I could never do anything about it. My family would have disowned me, my friends would have mocked me. My boarding school would have expelled me. The world has ended and it’s the only chance I've ever had…” she trails off, eyes welling up with tears of shame.

“If this is really the end of the world, I wanted to be myself for once before I die. I wanted to live,” she continues desperately trying to explain her actions, “I'm sorry you had to see that, see me for what I am.”

You’re taken aback by the flood of words hurriedly spilling from her, that and the fact that she is the one apologising when a few minutes ago you we’re spying and furiously masturbating to the image of her pleasuring herself. When you revealed yourself from your hiding place you expected her to shout and scream, maybe even slap you. You’re not quite sure how to react to this turn of events.

“You… you don’t need to be sorry.” You say. “When I first saw you trying the dresses out I couldn't help but stare at you. When you were in front of the mirror I was mesmerised. You’re such a pretty girl I had to… Well, join in with you,” you admit “you’re a beautiful woman and you should be yourself.”

“Join in with me?” she replies in confusion. “You mean..?”

Sudden realisation dawns on her face and she walks towards where were hiding. Parting the bath robes you were hiding between she looks at the small pool of cum of your own creation. Now it’s your time to blush, deeply.

“Caleb you were playing with yourself, you came while watching me play with my…” she leaves her sentence unfinished, but you know what she means. “I've never met anyone who would have been interested in me.”

You've been caught red-handed, you don’t quite know how to response in this situation so you just look at the pool of your own semen on the floor and keep your mouth closed.

“Caleb I… I meant what I said. I could die tomorrow, whatever happened to everyone else could happen to me,” she says. “I want to live for once, I don’t want to die having never…”

Unable to finish her sentence she ends by raising the hem of her dress above her waist exposing her black see-through panties, a wet patch still showing from her previous orgasm. You see her little cock twitching to life and growing bigger as every second passes.

“I don’t want to die a virgin,” she says.

“Maybe the end of the world won’t be so bad after all,” you think to yourself.