*I’m not exactly proud of this, it’s pretty inappropriate and out of character for me but it’s been two months and I can’t get this out of my head. So I will write it out as best as I can. Fuck. Ok.*
Chelsea asked me to house sit for 3 weeks while she’s in London for work, it was one of the easiest yes’ of my life. She wanted me to take care of her plants and kitty Frank, who I’ve bonded with and cuddle most nights. As I’ve stated previously our relationship is confusing. I sleepover a couple times a week, go out on dates, shop, and workout together with no title. It’s not that we don’t talk about being a couple, considering we act like it. But Chelsea suggests we take things slow, especially since she’s a lot of “firsts” for me. She travels a lot for work, it’s go with the flow type of vibes. Cool.
So I’m left to this gorgeous home all to myself, with an absurd allowance, stocked fridges, outdoor pool and hot tub. Spoiled rotten by her. All I needed to do was make sure the doors were locked, make my presence known around the neighbourhood. But the main reason I was there was to welcome her nephew who would be in the city for an away volleyball game and would be staying for a weekend. Apparently he left the place a dump last time, partying with the team and the pool needed to be drained because it was trashed. I was home security and chaperone for Mason who was 2 years younger than me. Great.
Chelsea said Mason would be staying in the pool house, this is where he typically stays when he’s at her place. She doesn’t appreciate the smell coming from his bong and the ‘shitty rap music’ he plays all the time. It’s easier for her to be the cool Aunt when he’s not a nuisance in her house.
Mason and I met on friday night after his game, he came in throwing his back pack and duffle bag on the floor when he came through the front door.
“Hello?!”
I greeted him back and met him in the kitchen wearing the same outfit as him. Baggy hoodie and sweats, slides and socks. We had a laugh about that. He had his hood up with his headphones on top of his head, wet hair sitting above his eyebrows. He was a friendly, easy going stoner type of guy. He reeked of weed and talked lazily. Mason was very easy on the eyes. Like, obnoxiously cute for a younger guy. Height has never been a trait or something that matters to me but Mason was insanely tall. Yes I asked, he made me guess. When I said 6’2 he giggled and said 6’7. He had a typical volleyball player build. Thin, long limbs, with baby blue’s like his aunt.
He asked how come I was looking after the house instead of her ex husband, I didn’t know how to answer that but I said I was being a good friend and wanted to help out. As we’re not exclusive I didn’t think it was appropriate to say that I’ve been at the house for the majority of the past few months. Mason said that after the game tomorrow he would be having a friend come over after the team dinner, I half jokingly said “better not be a party!” which he looked somewhat bothered at but chuckled nonetheless. “Nope, just a friend from high school who I haven’t seen in awhile”. I knew that was ok and Chelsea wouldn’t mind so we said goodnight and went our separate ways.
On Saturday we cross paths after lunch, he’s just getting up and has to go to the campus to warmup before the game. Mason says he will see me later if I’m awake, he plans on grabbing food with this team and then picking up his friend after. At this point I don’t know who he’s bringing back but he’s not offering up a name, I don’t probe anymore and go about my day.
We don’t see each other all evening, I call it a night around 10 because I’m lame. I throw on something to fall asleep to, for me that’s a rotation of Tarantino films that I’ve watched at least 5 times each. This time it was Kill Bill.
I wake up around 1am to some noise in the backyard, I can hear Mason and a young lady giggling. I’m sleeping in Chelsea’s bed with the balcony door and windows open, I can see them pretty well at the right angle through the screen door that’s closed. I check my phone and Mason had texted me at midnight saying
“Be home soon, we’re gonna use the hot tub if that’s chill?”
He went ahead and hosted his guest for the evening in the backyard, without knowing I had the potential to see and/or hear their escapades. I wasn’t surprised to see that he had brought home a gorgeous young thing, light red hair and curvy. I know this because she was lifted out of the hot tub by Mason with his hands under her bare ass and her tits pressed against his chest as they kissed.
I should have minded my own business. Could have closed the door and window and kept to myself. But almost 2 weeks alone with no action after being with Chelsea who religiously got me off had me practically in heat. I was in HER bedroom, wearing HER silk robe, watching HER hot nephew getting some.
Pathetic. Perverted. I know.
Anyways.
I made a cozy seat on Chelsea’s rug and propped myself up with her plush accent pillows so I could lay back and watch the two of them, this beautiful girl was now laid back on the edge of the tub with just her toes dipping in. Mason was between her legs with his head and shoulders above the water eating her pussy and periodically pushing her legs back so he could taste her asshole. She was loving every second of it, moaning into her hand that was covering her mouth so they weren’t caught. Too late.
Obviously my hand drifted down between my own legs and joined in on the party. I had 3 fingers pressed against my pussy, not bringing myself to orgasm but circling my clit with my middle finger. I loved watching the chemistry between them, it was clear this wasn’t a one time hookup. The young lady was whispering something to Mason, who rose from the water momentarily and put his fingers in her mouth and stared intensely at her as he slid them inside her pussy.
“Oh god” I heard her say and in an instant Mason put his other hand around her throat to silence her. I almost came right there and instinctually began fingering myself mimicking his rhythm. It was slow at first, sliding them in and out but he eventually found her Gspot, I know this because she was gasping for air as he worked his magic inside of her. His grip was firm and I could see the definition in his flexed arms as he pinned her down against the boards of the deck, she was squirming around with nowhere to go when Mason started fingering the hell out of her. It was the literal definition of being finger fucked and she started bucking her hips against his hand desperately, Mason kept going and after what looked like an orgasmic seizure he pulled out of her. She squirted all over his arm and Mason let go of her throat right as she was screaming, placing his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries and aggressively rubbing her clit as she came over and over again.
I remember saying *HOLY SHIT* with my eyes practically out of my head. I have never watched anyone be fingered like that. This was legit a front row seat to a porno. The rush of watching them without knowing had my brain wondering what I looked like when I orgasmed. I could feel the grool dripping down my thighs to my ass and I wet my fingers with my own juices so I could keep watching them and touching myself.
Mason stood up and wrapped his arms around the paralyzed young girl, kissing her and slowly bringing them back into the water. They made out with passion and she was still sensitive to his touch, quivering when his fingertips ran up and down her backside. When he kissed her neck she sighed and whispered something to him, her arms were moving under the water and I knew she was touching his penis.
I army crawled myself a couple feet across the floor to Chelsea’s nightstand and pulled out one of her vibrators and dildo, I tired out my hand and wanted to finally get off to these two. Mason stood up and pulled his shorts down, she placed herself right in front of him and when his dick flung out he rested the tip of it on her cheek. It was proportionate to his stature, long with a set of balls that hung lower than I’ve ever seen. She sucked on each one and you could tell how much Mason loved that, his hands went behind is head as he looked up at the stars muttering something under his breath. I swear I watched his dick get harder from her sucking on his balls, when she finally put her lips around his cock you could see his body tense up under the moonlight. He covered his face with his hands in an effort to keep quiet but I heard him cursing out loud, *this redhead had some serious blowjob skills!*
Mason took a seat on the edge of the hot tub, spread his legs wide and she sucked him slow and steady at first. Swirling her tongue around the head and then choking herself on it, she held Mason by his shaft and deep throated him. I could hear her gagging and spitting all over him, they both stopped caring about their noise levels and started dirty talking. Both confessing how much they loved the feeling of his cock in her throat and how much they missed each other.
I could have cum ten times over by this point but just kept edging myself, I wanted to watch them fuck so badly. When she sucked on his balls again his cock twitched from side to side and he moaned “baby” over and over. He was so hard after that she just placed her hands on his thighs and would swallow him, stroke up and down his cock with her saliva coated evenly then throat him again. *Serious dick sucking goals.*
The young man had enough by this point, he stood them both up and carried her over his shoulder to the pool house. I was devastated that I didn’t get off to them fucking but to my surprise and delight I could see their shadows having sex through the blinds. I heard her moaning and screaming out to god for the next hour, I guess he left a window open by accident. Mason made her cum a selfless amount of times, he had an athletes stamina and was creative with all the positions he put her in.
Unknowingly, Mason made me cum harder than I’ve experienced solo in my life. I couldn’t hold it anymore, it was when he had her bent over and I watched him fuck her with a fistful of hair. She screamed out that she wanted him to cum inside her and they would cum together. When it finally happened I had to cover my face and bite down into a pillow so I didn’t wake the neighbours and alert the two of them that they had an audience. I was so lightheaded, and that first O hit me like a train. I squirted for the first time on my own, nowhere near as much as the beat up redhead but enough that I needed to wash Chelsea’s robe.
That hour+ of bringing myself so close to orgasm and stopping made me feel like I was drunk, I came so hard so many times that I was out of breath and my calves were borderline cramping. It felt like it went on for minutes, then when I heard Mason groaning and finishing inside her I came for the final time.
I had electricity running throughout my whole body and my vision narrowed, I think I had a neural overload. It felt so fucking good. Like I was on something. Tingling all through my body but that was enough, I don’t think I could finish again even if I wanted to.
I laid there for minutes, spaced out and lightheaded from fucking myself. The post orgasm thoughts followed shortly after.
*What the fuck was wrong with me? Did I really just get off to a couple of college kids without them knowing?*
Honestly, had I not found the dirty side of reddit I probably would have never typed this out. The most embarrassing part about this is that I took a long time to write it out because I still relive these memories with some shame.
I still haven’t told Chelsea and I don’t plan to. Mason and I saw each other the next morning and I put my poker face on and acted like I didn’t even hear him come home, he was relieved to hear that he didn’t wake me up.
Our little secret Reddit. Will be back soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xadruv/i_used_my_fwbs_toys_to_cum_while_watching_her
No need for shame. That was hot as fuck