You hide, but see Rachel in the window

You rest your head against the wall as you feel your heart beating out of your chest. The blaring car alarm is so loud you can barely think. The image of the crash is still fresh in your mind, and despite how gnarly it looked, you don’t particularly feel all that bad for Claire.

You spread your legs out, as far as you can in your small hiding spot behind the bush. You look down and see your erect cock, twitching for attention. Your body is dripping with sweat, and you can feel the dirt rubbing against your bare ass. It’s hardly the ideal hiding spot, but it’s better than running out in the open.

You rub your soar legs gently, before feeling a strange jolt of electricity surge through your body. You figure it must be the remaining adrenaline still in your muscles. You breathe in deep and try to keep calm, but then you hear Claire screaming from outside your bush.

“WHERE DID THAT FUCKER GO!” She screamed gutturally as she exited the wreck.

The alarm goes away and you hear footsteps all around you. You pucker your lips together and tried to stay as still as a statue. Footsteps get louder, causing you to panic, only for them to leave just as fast as they came. You’re safe now, but you know they’ll find you soon enough. You think of peeking through the bush, but that’s a sure fire way to get yourself caught. Instead, you lift your head up and look in the window above you.

As you peer over the window sill, you notice a familiar face immediately! It’s Rachel! You watch as she sketches alone in an empty classroom. She has a soft smile on her face, and her eyes are completely engrossed by her sketchbook.

Finally, a woman you can trust, maybe…

You tape on the glass window, fast enough to not be noticed by Claire and her crew, but loud enough to get Rachel’s attention! She looks up, seeing the top of your head and dirt covered hand. A look of confusion quickly morphs into sly grin. She struts over to you with her sketchbook under her arm. As she gets closer, her gaze travels from your face, to the tip of your cock.

Feeling relieved, you get on your knees and start frantically gesturing for her to open the window. Despite your pleas, she ignores your request and simply looks you up and down, with her eyes lingering on your junk.

“This is no time to be horny!” You think to yourself as you face palm in frustration.

“He’s gotta be hiding somewhere! He couldn’t have gone far!” Claire exclaims.

“Shit…” You whisper under your breath. They’re going to find you soon or later, and with an angry Claire’s dogmatic dedication to humiliating you, you fear what might happen when she catches you.

You turn back to Rachel, grasping your hands together as if you were praying to god so she could let you inside, but instead she ignored you. Your frustration turns into annoyance as you look up at Rachel’s lustful gaze, perplexed by her complete lack of empathy in this situation. Maybe she wants you to get caught too? Is she one of Claire’s friends? But as you begin to worry, Rachel writes something down in her sketchbook.

“You want inside?” Is what she has written.

You nod frantically, whispering please repeatedly to yourself. She takes another moment to write something else down.

“Entertain me.” The vague words confuse you as you ask yourself what she means by “Entertain.” You quickly get an answer out of Rachel as she holds her hand up to her crotch, mimicking the motion of jerking off to you.

You mouth the word “No” to her, as you’re tired of masturbating for women today already. Rachel laughs before writing another note.

“I’ll help you.”

Rachel carelessly tosses the sketchbook behind her before she starts unbuttoning her uniform blouse. Like the simple animal you are, the second you see her bare cleavage your mind goes to mush, watching her strip right in front of you.

The blouse falls to the floor, and her skirt follows shortly after, leaving her in her underwear. Already, your hand begins to move unconsciously towards your junk as you grip your begging shaft.

She quickly unclips her bra, letting her massive breasts bounce free from their fabric shackles. Rachel knows your one weakness, and that’s boobs, soft mounds of sexy flesh for you to enjoy. Like two sets of hypnotic pocket watches, you stare mindlessly at Rachel’s impressive rack. The sounds outside quickly fade away, and before you know it, Rachel is completely naked with you jerking off to her.