Uh oh.

You instantly regret your outburst and attempt to hide your gasp by covering your mouth but by now the two have stopped to look at you, your hiked up dress revealing disheveled lace panties making it quite obvious as to what you've been doing. Frozen. Staring at them. Staring at you. The smell of your own nectar filling your nostrils, time crawls as you stand there.

A sly grin begins forming on Samantha's face as she puts it all together, "Well Jane, what have we here?" She straightens up and you watch as his cock comes sliding out of her and dangles there before him. The whole scene looks odd here in this storage room, like some cheap porn. She throws a quick glance at her lover and then back at you. "Ren, it looks like we've been putting on a private show."

She bites her lower lip while Ren only grins at you.

"Come here." She commands and you feel uncontrollably drawn to her. You avert your eyes and begin slowly walking, straightening your dress, nervous and somewhat ashamed. What were you thinking?

"So, Jane," your new name just rolls off her tongue with ease, "I know you're curious, but if you really want to see the show, you gotta get up close and personal." She grabs hold of you and pulls you in for a deep kiss. A surprised yelp is muffled by her mouth as she presses her lips onto yours. Shivers leap through you as her tongue darts in and around, you notice the feint taste of something fruity on her tongue, the smell of sweat intermixed with the smell of her perfume. Her arms wrapped around you, slightly pulling on your hair, groping your ass. You return the embrace. Thoughts begin racing through your head. That warmth returns between your legs. Never did you think you would be here tonight, in this body, entwined with Samantha. You could stay like this for hours until she finally breaks free.