Changing Clothes

Allie led Samir down the hallway, her soaked skirt clinging to her ass like a second skin. The fabric was plastered tight, outlining every curve and the swell of her cheeks, the deep cleft between them, the way the globes jiggled with each stride.

The wet material turned nearly transparent, revealing the faint outline of her panties digging into her flesh, the elastic waistband visible just above her waistline. Her ass was full and round, a perfect peach-shaped silhouette that bounced hypnotically, the muscles flexing beneath the damp fabric.

Samir couldn't tear his eyes away, his mouth dry as he imagined sinking his teeth into that plump flesh and taking a big, big bite.

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Inside Jack's room

Allie pulled open a drawer, rummaging through neatly folded clothes. Her soaked shirt clung tighter as she bent over, the outline of her pink bra straps digging into her soft shoulders. Samir couldn't tear his eyes away; her nipples were like hard peaks against the translucent fabric.

"Here," she said softly, handing him grey sweatpants. But for some reason, she tried to stay away from him, giving him the clothes from afar. Is, is the camera not working? Why is that familiar expression of disgust coming back on her face?

"The bathroom's down the hall." She said, backing off a little.

"Oh, Ok", Samir went towards the bathroom. It looked like he thought things would be too easy. Oh no no no, he will have to work hard for this bitch and maybe the other one too.

Samir came out wearing the sweats and started walking back to the room when Allie passed by him, still in that wet translucent white shirt, giving a full, clear view of those amazing mounds.

He turned around and hid behind the washing machine, peeping at Allie. She didn't close the bathroom door all the way; maybe she didn't think anyone would be perverted enough to look at her changing, but alas, here he was, the pervert in question, rubbing one hand on his growing cock.

Allie unbuttoned her soaked shirt, giving a strip show of his lifetime to Samir. Her skin glistening in the bathroom light, the fabric clinging stubbornly to her heavy breasts before yielding with a soft shluck. Peeling off like the world's best orange...or melons?

Her pink bra was also unhooked with great difficulty; her big tits were giving a very decent fight. She sighed, back arched as she unclasped it, and the sudden release sent her breasts spilling free. Her tits were heavy, pendulous milk-white sacks of meat with stiff pinkish nipples pointing straight out, achingly swollen and begging to be sucked for days on end.

Samir started panting. For a virgin like him, it was more than he could have ever asked for, imagining the weight of those soft globes filling his hands, how they’d jiggle when she moved, how he would grab and squeeze them made him more and more excited.

But through sheer will, he controlled himself, tiptoing closer for a better look.

Allie was in the process of removing her skirt, and Samir couldn't have waited for this moment with more anticipation. As she was bending forward to remove the stubborn, wet fabric, her elbow stretched and pushed a bottle of shampoo off the counter. It clattered, bounced off porcelain, and made a noise so deafening that you would think it was a bomb.

Without waiting for even a second, Samir ran. As long as he doesn't get caught here, he can get plenty of chances to do this and more. But without the influence of the camera, he will have a very hard time coming up with a decent excuse and the thick white doll believing him.

He went back towards Jack's room, where Jenny had finished cleaning the spilt drinks. She was busy talking to Jack about his "Future goals" and the extra credit project for the end of term.

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A/N: If you got suggestions for this story feel free to comment. I may add them in further chapters.

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