? The Little Mermaid Gets Wet ? pt 2
(pt 1 link in comments)
Wet T-shirt Favors
Four days had passed since Marcus had made me moan in the abandoned stairwell outside the theater, and I could not stop thinking about him. Rehearsals had been busy and didn’t allow for a lot of time to talk about what had happened between us. I could see that I affected him by the way he blushed and looked away every night after the quick change.
So sweet and naive – he wanted to be respectful…. but I simply had to satisfy my curiosity about his package. I figured I’d talk to him after rehearsal that night and see if he wanted to push my buttons again ;)
I had gotten to the theater early that day to unload some props from my car. I was dreading lifting all of the heavy boxes full of donated instruments and knick-knacks that would eventually make up Ariel’s grotto in the show.
I stepped out of the car and stretched, making my thin white tee shirt pull tight across my chest and lift up to reveal an inch of my stomach. My denim shorts fit my booty perfectly and showed off my long, toned legs. I had decided not to wear a bra that day because of the insane Georgia heat. Wouldn’t want to get too hot…
I finished my stretch and headed for the back of my little blue Jeep. As I glanced out across the old parking lot, I saw someone walking towards me – shit! Marcus. I was just fantasizing about him, and he comes strolling up. My thoughts screamed, “Act cool and don’t think about his penis.”
But, fuck. He looked so good and I was so insanely horny. Just then, an idea popped into my head. I could do two things at once: 1) get some help with the heavy props filling up my car and 2) seduce Marcus. Perfect.
“Hey Marcus! You got a sec? I need a favor,” I shouted across the empty parking lot. “Can you pleeeease help me get these boxes of props into the theater? There’s 8 of them and I’m not up to it by myself.”
“Of course. Anything to help a lady,” he shouted back, quickening his pace towards my car. As he strode closer and closer, my stomach jolted at the memory of his hands and tongue exploring my body, and I would have given anything in that moment to have him touch me again.
He got to my car right as I reined in my horniness (at least, as much as I could). He leaned in for a quick hug, but then lingered with his lips close to my ear. I could tell he was deciding whether or not to make a move. After what felt like minutes, he said in a low voice that sent tingles down my spine, “Where should we start?”
I had a couple ideas of where he could start, which involved a lot less distance between us, and uh… significantly less clothing. But I needed to pull myself together because the parking lot was a little too public for him to strip and ravage me right there. I took a deep breath, trying to strengthen my resolve.
“Let’s start with the boxes in the trunk,” I responded, feigning nonchalance, not wanting to give away how I felt about his lips brushing against my ear.
It only took five minutes or so for us to get all the boxes inside. Some of them were crazy heavy, but he picked them up with ease, making me wish he’d toss me over his shoulder like that sometime. I had never noticed before, but his arms filled out his tee shirt very nicely, which didn’t help with my horniness situation.
As we went to grab the last two boxes, our hands brushed past each other, sending waves of excitement through me. “Don’t worry, I got it,” Marcus laughed as he picked up both boxes with ease. I shot him a quick smile, and went to grab the last thing from the car: a small water pitcher.
“Let me just grab this last thing, and we can walk in together,” I said, grabbing the pitcher and walking past him, moving my hips a little more than usual since I knew he had a perfect view.
Just then, a wicked idea popped into my head. Accidents happen, and what’s better than a wet tee shirt? I was going to drive Marcus crazy. I tipped the pitcher I was holding to the side and the water spilled all over my thin white tee shirt, soaking it through almost immediately!
I watched Marcus freeze in place, staring at my chest and the obvious transparency of my shirt. My nipples were so hard, I knew he could see them easily. “Oh, um…” I stammered, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to feign modesty.
He surprised me then, by laughing. He brushed past me, and called over his shoulder, “Come on. Follow me. I’ll do a second favor for you, free of charge.” He set the heavy boxes in the pile with the rest as I trailed after him, wet in SO many ways. My arms still gripped my ribcage, scared of anyone passing by noticing my see-through tee shirt. Maybe I should have thought this plan through more…
“C’mon. We can toss that shirt in the dryer and find you something else to wear in the costume shop,” Marcus explained as he grabbed my arm, revealing my whole chest with just a tiny layer of transparent fabric covering. My tits bounced when they were released from my arm grip, and I caught him staring as he pulled me through the old rusty doors into the stairwell.
We went up the flight of stairs and turned the corner into the costume shop, thankfully not running into any other people on our way.
We stepped in the door, and the ancient fluorescents flickered to life when he hit the switch. He had no idea how horny I was OR how mischievous I was feeling… I reached behind myself and shut the door to the hallway. Fuck, here we go.
“Okay, hang on. I’ll find you something to change into – and…. uh” Marcus trailed off as I peeled off the soaked white tee, allowing my full breasts to bounce out, pale pink nipples aching to be sucked.
“No, I don’t want to change just yet,” I responded cheekily, knowing fully well that he wouldn’t mind by the telling bulge in his sweatpants. “After all, I want to return the favors you did me today…” Teasing him was driving me crazy, and I could tell my panties were already soaking. All I wanted was to move closer to him.
He handled that problem by stepping over to me, snaking his hand around my waist to cup my ass. His other hand reached around and grabbed the back of my neck and he pulled my bare chest close to his. I felt the material of his tee shirt softly on my nipples and I could barely contain my excitement.
He pulled my face in closer and let his lips trail over my cheekbone and rest on my ear (a secret spot of weakness for me – such a turn on). He let out a hot breath that sent chills down my spine. Fuck, this guy had turned me into a dripping puddle within minutes. Time to pay back Marcus’ favors.
I dropped to my knees before he could come in for a kiss and expertly undid his belt. I heard him mutter, “Fuck yes.” Good, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I undid his pants and pulled down his underwear, revealing his dick that I’d been daydreaming about for days.
I didn’t hesitate to get to work. I started off by teasing him a little – lightly moving my tongue in small circles around his tip. I could see precum beading up already and licked it up eagerly. I brought my hand up to gently stroke his balls, which got a moan from him. I looked up at him wide eyed, and could see that he was having the best time of his life.
I took him into my mouth again, this time deep throating his thick cock. I moved up and down his shaft, loving the feeling of being so naughty. After a couple more seconds, Marcus let out a moan and said, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” before exploding his load in my mouth.
I sucked every drop of cum out of his twitching dick and swallowed, satisfied with finally seeing his cock. I had a few other favors I was thinking about doing, when I heard the costume shop door bang open and saw our director, towering in the doorway! We froze in place, wanting to be invisible so badly.
But there I was, topless on my knees like a slut in front of a freshman with his dick out. Shit I couldn’t believe we just got caught. We were going to be in so much trouble…..
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