Now or Never

You can clearly see Chris asleep on the bed, illuminated by a ray of moonlight shining through a gap in the curtains. He’s on his back, covered only by a sheet. The contrasting light and shadow makes him look like a sculpture. A sexy sculpture with bare chest and arms exposed, breathing gently. His legs are slightly askew, his hips angled slightly towards your vantage point — and is that just a trick of the way the sheet is draping, or is it… is it…

Oh Jesus, that’s his cock. That’s the outline of his cock that you can see through the sheet. It’s at least semi-hard. It’s big, maybe bigger than you’ve dreamed.

You can’t take your eyes off him. He looks so peaceful sleeping there, but so potently manly, so full of sexual promise.

You ease yourself through the partly-open doorway and step fully into the room for a better view. He’s naked under that sheet — he must be.

You stare at the bulge his prick makes, long and thick, and you wonder what it might look like in the flesh. One hand slips into your panties and you start rubbing your groove while staring at Chris’s cock barely six feet away from you, hidden only by that thin sheet — that thin sheet that barely covers him, and which, with just a few little tugs, could fall away and reveal him completely.

Your fingering increases both speed and pressure, and your pussy is as wet as it has ever been. The wrongness of what you are doing, the risk of getting caught, and the proximity of Chris’s naked body all combine to make you insanely horny. You could bring yourself to orgasm right here, right now, right in front of him as he sleeps unknowing.

Or, you could just sneak over and give that sheet the slightest of tugs, and you could get a look at his naked prick. You feel so dirty, masturbating with Chris Big dick so close to you. It’s almost like you’re violating him in some way. That’s okay. You’d love to violate Chris someday. But not now, not when you’re so close to cumming. Your imminent orgasm is all that matters right now.

You stare at Chris as you rub yourself faster and faster. Your panties are soaked and your fingers are making slick, wet sounds in your slit. He looks so gorgeous, so goddamn fuckable there in the bed, his body draped in the thin sheet, his face so peaceful, the bulge of his cock so long, so thick…

You start panting, making little thrusts of your hips and the hand in your panties starts to lose its rhythm, starts to get jerky…

And your elbow hits the door with a thud…

And you gasp “Ow!” before you can stop yourself…

And the door swings shut with a bang and a click…

You gasp and freeze, trapped in the room with Chris. He stirs, then raises a hand to rub his eyes.

“Someone there?”

You stand motionless, not daring to breathe.

“Dawn, is that you?” he asks. Of course he can see you. The whole fucking room is bathed in moonlight.

“Umm, just checking on you…” you say quietly.

He looks at you skeptically. “Are you playing with yourself?”

You feign shock. “What? Why would you say that?”

He smirks. “Because you’ve got your hand in your pants.”

You look down, gasp, then belatedly jerk your hand out of your panties. Your fingers are wet with girl juice. Without thinking you wipe them on your thigh, leaving a shiny smear. Luckily the room is dark enough that he can’t see you blushing.

Chris smiles, then changes the subject. “You look really sexy in that… uh… whatever that is you’re wearing.”

“Thanks,” you reply warily. It’s a relief that he isn’t angry at you for spying on him, so hopefully he won’t tell your boyfriend. He even seems to be amused by your inappropriate masturbation. In fact, there’s something in his tone that suggests that perhaps, just maybe…

“Why don’t you come over here?” he asks, shifting back to make room on the bed next to him. Your head is spinning. All your fantasies about Chris Big dick are on the verge of coming true. You walk over to the bed in a daze and he shuffles away, making room for you next to him. The sheet slips, exposing more of his naked skin, but his groin remains tantalizingly covered.

Without saying a word you climb into bed and lie on your side facing him. Chris reaches out and touches your face gently, then his hand moves around to the back of your head and he pulls you into a kiss.

His breath is sweet, his lips soft. At first the kiss is tentative, exploratory. When you respond by slipping your tongue into his mouth, it ignites something within him. Now the kiss is hungry and ****. He shifts position, moving over you, and you settle on to your back, wrapping your arms around him. You can feel his strong muscles moving under his skin.

When the kiss finally breaks he raises himself up to look down at you, his eyes boring into yours. Then he glances lower, at your heaving chest, your breasts soft and loose within your flimsy nightie. His hand slides down your side, over your waist and hip, then underneath and up again, dragging the nightie with it, exposing your panties, then your stomach, then your breasts.

Chris takes one of your tits in his hand and massages it gently while raining kisses down your neck, then he shuffles down so he can take your erect nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it hard and you moan, taking his head in your hands.

He feeds on your breasts, his sucking and nibbling sending little electric shocks through you. Then he goes lower. He’s kneeling between your legs, his face level with your panties.

He must be able to see how wet they are and smell your arousal. You slide a hand down and rub yourself through the soaked gusset, then pull it to the side for him, exposing your hungry cunt.