CIn the early part of our relationship, my lady, “Lisette,” was actually quite prudish and reserved, for the most part, but she used to let me take pictures of her in outfits I would pick out for her. She had long, muscular legs, an impossibly firm ass, pouty, full lips, olive complexion and the most lustrous, thick, mid-back length hair I’ve ever seen. She would come over to my place and I’d ask her to “model” the various clothes (mostly sheer, or fishnet tops, no bra, and a thong or just thigh highs with no panties}. She called me one evening and said she wanted to come by and try on some new outfits she’d gotten. I said I’d love for her to come by, but my roommate, “Mick.,” was home. Much to my surprise, she replied with a terse, “So! I don’t care!” I was a bit shocked at her boldness, but it was extremely arousing thinking about her getting into those erotic outfits while Mick was there.
I told Mick when I got off the phone that he might want to stick around. He asked why and I just smiled and said, “Trust me. You’ll find out soon enough.” He looked curiously at me but didn’t leave that evening. When Lisette arrived I said, “Alright! This is what we’ve been waiting for.” He looked at me, puzzled, and sat there watching TV as I greeted Lisette. We scurried off into my bedroom and she showed me her latest purchases from Victoria’s Secret. I particularly liked the sheer nightgown and the thigh highs, all red, and suggested she put those on. Then I said, “I’ll be waiting for you in the front room.” She smiled with a touch of mischief in her eyes and I walked back into the front room. “So, what is it I’m supposed to be sticking around for?” Mick queried when I came back into the front room. I ignored him and asked him if he’d like a beer. “Sure!” About the time I handed him the brew, Lisette came wandering around the corner, her perky breasts all but completely visible as the sheer red material did little to hide the contours.
She was wearing a lacy black thong and the thigh highs, as well as a pair of heels. Mick looked dumbstruck. He was obviously uncomfortable and tried not to stare. He quickly finished his beer and got up to retrieve another. When he did, I said to Lisette, “Hey, why not lose the panties?” “What?” she replied. “I don’t want to freak Mick out.” He’s gone, Hon. I just want to get a picture of your gorgeous ass!” Mick was in the kitchen, milling around nervously, but he maintained a perfect view of Lisette from over the bar. She slipped her panties off with her smoking hot ass pointed directly at Mick. She stood in front of me, facing me so I could get some pics of her bottomless crotch. Then, she turned around and bent over to display her ass for a photo. She noticed Mick ogling her as she did, and she gave him a devilish smile.
This made him absolutely skittish, and he quickly scurried off to his room in the back. Lisette laughed and returned to my room which was right next to Mick’s, to change into something else. Mick walked out of his room and glanced over in time to see Lisette’s naked ass as she slipped a blue thong on over her tanned, silky skin. She heard him, I guess, because she turned and smiled at him as she finished pulling them up. He seemed to have been hypnotized for a bit, but suddenly realized he was standing there staring at her, and he darted off into the front room completely mesmerized by Lisette’s sensuality. I got up and went back to see how Lisette was doing and she related what had happened. Then, I heard Mick walk down the hall and go into his room. “Man! Do you see how CRAZY you’re making him?” She looked a bit embarrassed and said, “What do you mean?” “He can’t contain himself! He’s so hot for you right now he can hardly function!” She rolled her eyes and said, “Right!” I said, “Hey, it’s turning me on A LOT! Do you feel like teasing him a bit?” “What? No! I can’t tease him! He’ll get the wrong idea!” “Well,” I continued, “what’s wrong with that?” She looked at me, perplexed, and said, “I don’t want him to get all worked up for nothing!” “So,” I began, “who says it’s for nothing?” “What do you mean?” she asked with some sense of intrigue in her voice. “Well, why not just see how it goes?” “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, “but I’m not going to just fuck him, you know!” “I didn’t say THAT. I just think that maybe you could loosen up a bit…you DO think Mick’s kinda sexy, right?” She considered this for a moment then retorted, “Well, it doesn’t matter what I think. He’s probably not into me like that.” I laughed out loud and looked at her in disbelief. “You ARE kidding, I hope! His pants were about to burst open when he saw you!” She smiled and blushed lightly. “Just go and get him a beer, and take it to him in his room.” “Ok. I can do that.” She bounded out the door, but I stopped her and said, “Lisette, maybe you should wear this.” I held up a white “wife-beater” that clung tightly to her curves, the bottom coming just to her waist. She quickly put it on saying, “Pervert!” Then, before she could leave I said, “Wait! You should wear that and the thigh-highs and some heels, but no panties.” “No panties!!” “C’mon! You’re so hot tonight and I LOVE the way you’re driving him insane!” She reluctantly dropped the panties, then put on her white thigh highs and heels and left the room to get a beer for me and Mick.
I leaned over to Mick’s door and said, “Mick! Ready for another beer?” He replied warily, it seemed, “Yea…I guess.” “I’ll get you one, hold on!!” Lisette returned with two beers seconds later and handed me mine, then stood there looking like she didn’t know what to do with the other one. “Well,” I asked, “are you gonna give Mick his beer?” She looked nervously towards his door and asked, “Is he in there?” “You know he is, Goofy! Knock on the door!” She reached over and tapped lightly on the door to which Mick said, “Door’s open!” She looked at me, shrugging her shoulders, and whispered, “What do I do?” I said, “Go in, scaredy-cat! He’s not gonna bite you!” Then I added, “Unless you want him to.” I snickered at her as I shut my door and motioned for her to go in. She took a few seconds, enough for Mick to repeat, “Door’s open!” Then I heard her open the door.
I could hear her voice barely saying, “You did want a beer, right?” I could almost hear Mick say, “Yes.” Then, I heard Lisette say, “So what are you doing?” Then I heard something I didn’t expect. I heard the door shut! She had, apparently, shut it behind her as Mick mumbled something about not doing anything at all. Oh my God! I thought, is she really going to seduce him? I was in a curious state of mind about this – on the one hand, I was entirely aroused, thinking about her dark brown eyes looking at Mick as he tried not to be obvious about what he wanted. On the other hand, it kind of bothered me that she was so willing to make this happen! I could hear some shuffling in his room, but I couldn’t tell what the hell was going on. The only piece of furniture in his room was his bed, other than a dresser upon which his TV sat. I could just hear Lisette ask, “What are you watching?” His reply was inaudible, but it was clear he wanted her to watch it with him.
It seemed like a minute or so went by before I heard Mick’s door open and then my door swung open as Lisette, with an excited look on her face entered and said, “I’m gonna watch a movie with Mick, ok?” I had to collect my thoughts and reply, “Sure! What are you guys gonna watch?” She smiled at me and said, “Does it matter?” I felt compelled to ask her, “So, wait a minute. What did he do when you walked in there like that?” She smiled and leaned in close to me and whispered, “I think you were right. He IS hot for me!” Again, I was a bit unsteady. I asked, “So, are you gonna fuck him?” She looked at me and drew closer and with those delicious lips she kissed me deeply and then she said, “How am I supposed to know?” Then, she turned and scampered out the door, turning to wave at me before she re-entered Mick’s room.
My mind was racing, not knowing if I should intervene, or try to hear what was going on, or WHAT to do. I could hear them laughing and speaking quietly to one another, and the TV volume suddenly raised to a level that drowned out any other sounds that might be coming from the room…Now, I was going nuts!! I HAD to know what was going on in there. Just then, I remembered that Mick’s bedroom window had blinds that were badly damaged making it very easy to view his room from outside. “What are you thinking?” I asked myself, feeling a bit odd about the implications of my “peeping” on Mick and Lisette, but, I reasoned, this whole idea was pretty much mine and Lisette IS my girlfriend, so I decided right there to go ahead and sneak into the back yard and have a look.
I could see that the only light in the room seemed to be coming from the TV. Mick’s bed was situated along the far wall as I peered in. The TV sat on the dresser in front of me which offered me some cover as I peered into the room. I could see that they were both lying on the bed, Lisette a respectable distance from Mick, her legs bent in front of her as she watched the TV. Mick had apparently gotten more comfortable, as I could see that he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He was watching TV, but his eyes also darted over towards Lisette every few seconds. I watched them for about two minutes and was getting ready to go back in when I noticed that Lisette had caught a glimpse of Mick glancing at her. She turned her head and smiled at him and I could just read her lips as she said, “What are you looking at?” He looked startled by her catching him ogling her and seemed to be saying, “Nothing! I was watching the movie!” Lisette laughed quietly, shook her head, which caused her hair to flip back as she stroked it, and kept smiling at Mick. “What?” I could hear him ask with a hint of desperation in his voice. “You’re so full of shit!” Lisette replied as she swung a pillow at Mick’s head then fell back onto the bed with her head lying on the pillow and her legs out in front of her. I could see Mick taking in the tantalizing sight as Lisette lay there with little of nothing on.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he pleaded. She turned and smiled at him as she bent her left knee, which was closest to Mick, up to provide some obstruction to Mick’s view. “C’mon!” he squealed, “What is that supposed to mean?” She turned her head away and said, “Nothing!” Then she began intently watching the TV, leaving Mick confused and aroused. How did I know he was aroused? His dick was like a pole for his boxer short ‘tent’ and he was trying to hide it as best he could, but having little luck. Then, Lisette turned her head back towards him and said, “I can tell what you’re thinking!” Then she laughed as she eyed him with a slightly seductive glare. “What do you mean?” Mick asked, not really needing an answer. Lisette looked into his eyes then pointed towards his increasingly stiff cock and said, “You really aren’t doing a good job of hiding it!” Then she turned her head back to the TV, still smiling excitedly. Mick said, “You weren’t supposed to notice!” “Oh, really?” she began, “So are you embarrassed or something?” “Embarrassed? Why would I be?” She laughed again and shook her head and said: “Never mind.”
Mick looked confused for a second, then he stared up and down Lisette’s stretched out, lithe, taut body with a decidedly lustful gaze. Then, very slowly, he reached over towards Lisette and lightly stroked her shoulder, slowly beginning to rub her neck as she lay there without moving. She turned her head to look at him momentarily and, without hesitation, Mick leaned in and kissed her, his lips finding hers moist, ready, and receptive.
They kissed gently at first, then Mick leaned his body over Lisette’s and the intensity increased dramatically. Lisette began to grope away at Mick’s ass and back as she pulled him into her while wrapping her right leg around his body. When they broke away from the kiss Lisette rolled him over and lay on top of him as she began touring his body with her tongue. She worked her way down towards his crotch and pulled his boxers off with deft skill and speed. As for me, I was absolutely spellbound. It was surreal, I thought, in that Lisette was not typically aggressive yet, here she was, at this moment, vigorously licking the shaft of my roommate’s cock, and letting him pull her head over the tip of his swelling member then shove it down as she let the entire length of it glide into her throat. The sounds were becoming audible as the two of them began to ascend towards climax. She skillfully sucked and licked and tugged on the pulsating dick as she held her eyes on Mick’s. He was in the grips of ecstasy, enjoying the intensity of Lisette’s incredible oral magic.