Hey guys, this chapter is kind of quick so i wanted to go ahead and get it out as quick as possible. If you're new, I highly recommend reading the first 5 chapters before you start this one. I hope you enjoy.
EDIT:
Fixed Lacy's name again. Sorry guys.
Chapter 6
"Thanks for the offer," Sara replied, "but I have some things I need to get done today. I may stop by later if I get them done."
She drove off as I walked to my door. I turned and waved as I twisted the door handle and pushed my shoulder into the door. When nothing budged, I realized the door was locked. As I shoved my hands into my short pockets, I remembered I'd given Lacy my keys.
I grunted in frustration. She must have locked the door before she left on her run. I thought for sure she would be back by now, Sara and I were messing around for a while. Just as I went to reach for my phone, I remembered the spare house key I kept in my truck. And, luckily for me, I could get into the cab via the keypad on the door.
I unlocked my house with my retrieved spare key. At first the only sounds I could hear when I entered was the shower running down the hall. After a moment, I could hear music, faintly, coming from the bedroom Lacy was staying in. I found my keys lying on the table. I kicked my shoes off and plopped down on the couch and turned the TV on. I found Gone in Sixty Seconds playing and tuned it in to that while I decompressed and replayed in my head everything that had just happened between Sara and me. There was no denying it took everything I had not to shove my dick into her, especially when she offered to let me bust inside.
As I was replaying everything from the lap dance to the not so dry humping in the shower, I heard my own shower turn off. A few minutes later, I heard the sounds of damp foot steps from the hallway. Due to the layout of my house, you couldn't see who was in the living room from the hall. You would have to walk all the way down the hallway until the living room opened up to the left. Because of this, Lacy didn't notice me lying on the couch.
When she got to her room, the muffled music became clearer as the door dampening the sound was opened. I expected her to close the door behind her, but she left it open. I realized she must have thought she was still home alone. The sounds of someone rummaging through things drifted from her room, followed by that someone flopping on the bed.
For the next few minutes, the only sounds in the house were Lacy's music, and Gone in 60 Seconds from the TV in the living room. Then, Lacy's breathing started getting louder. Slowly, at first, the sounds of labored breathing could be heard during a lull in the music and movie. Soon, soft moans could be discerned.
I paused the movie to try and hear better. Surely, she wasn't doing what it sounded like she was doing. Curiosity got the better of me, and before I knew what I was doing, I was creeping silently down the hallway.
I reached the bedroom door and cautiously peeked in. Lacy's bedroom was laid out so that the head of her bed was against the same wall that had the door. There was a bedside table between the bed and the door. It had a lamp on it, which would obstruct the view to the door to anyone lying in bed. What it did for me, however, was hid my prying eyes from Lacy, while still allowing me to see the bottom three quarters of whoever was in the bed. In this case, it was Lacy's beautiful nude body. I could see from the bottom of her rib cage, down her taught stomach, crowned with the silver chain holding the hummingbird charm belly ring. Down where her tanned stomach turned white, where the sun hadn't even seen. Her pale mound was smooth except for a small heart positioned right above her clit. I could see between her legs, where she worked a veiny clear dildo in and out of her pussy.
Holy shit. I definitely shouldn't be seeing this. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. Her beautiful body rhythmically moving as she lewdly fucked herself with a silicone toy. I was hard before I knew what happened. There was something so arousing, so carnal about seeing a beautiful woman take care of herself like this.
Courtney owned a few sex toys, but she pretty much only used them when the two of us were fucking. I'm sure she probably used them by herself occasionally, but I'd never caught her, and she never told me about it. I wish she would though, because this was so hot to see.
Lacy's quiet moans had disappeared, and were replaced with much loader moans, groans, and grunting. A squelching sound could now be heard every time Lacy plunged the toy dong into herself. My heart was beating so hard, you could literally count my pulse by watching the obscene bulge in my pants bounce as the blood was pumped through my body.
I couldn't pull myself from the doorway to Lacy's room. Subconsciously, my hand made its way down to my rigid cock and began massaging it through my shorts. As I watched Lacy's second hand came into my view. I was expecting her to rub her clit as she neared her orgasm. Imagine my shock when she lifted her left leg back and snaked her hand around the underside of her tight, toned runner's ass. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but it seemed pretty obvious she'd slipped a finger into her ass. Lacy's movements became erratic, and her back started arching in time with her moans, which had pretty much turned into one long string, only broken when Lacy needed to breathe.
"Ooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuck! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Lacy shouted as she planted both of her feet into the bed and pushed her hips into the air, burying the dildo in her pussy. When she lowered her ass back to the bed, she pulled the silicone cock from her pussy, chucked it off the bed. She rolled onto her right side as she continued to work her holes. Two fingers in her pussy, and one finger gently playing with her ass hole.
Sensing I was pushing my luck, I pried my eyes away from Lacy. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done, but I knew it would not go over well if I was caught being a peeping Tom as my 19 year-old sister-in-law didled herself silly. I made my way back to the couch. I turned the TV volume to 0 and hit play. I slowly brought the volume level up so Lacy wouldn't hear it suddenly and know for sure I was here.
After a couple of minutes, I heard Lacy start to move around in her room. I willed my raging cock to go back down, but it refused. I was out of time, I could hear footsteps approaching me from the hall.
"Oh..." Lacy's voice rang out across the living room. "I....I didn't know you were back."
I looked over the back of the couch. Lacy stood at the end of the hallway. My jaw probably dropped when I realized she was standing there in only a tank top and a pair of powder blue panties.
As my eyes raked across Lacy, her eyes did the same to me. When she caught sight of the unmistakable tent in my shorts, she donned a wide-eyed look of realization.
"Did...Did you hear me just now?"
"Um.... yeah." I couldn't think of a lie, and even if I could, it would obviously have been a lie. "I.... I'm sorry, I should have said something when I came in. At first you were in the shower, and I didn't want to scare you, and then you started.... and..uh. I'm really sorry."
My brain was fumbling trying to explain why I never let her know she wasn't in the house alone.
We sat there staring at each other awkwardly for what seemed like an eternity.
"I'm sorry," Lacy broke the silence. "I should have had my door closed so you didn't have to hear that. I'm so embarrassed."
"It's not a big deal." I said, trying to convince myself. "Everybody does it, there's no need to be embarrassed."
"Well, that's easy for you to say, you're not the one who just had an audience. Are you saying you wouldn't be embarrassed if this was the other way around?"
"Ha, impossible. I fap like a ninja!" I joked. "There would be nothing for anyone to hear!"
Lacy's face went red for a second before she started to chuckle. "A ninja, huh?"
Lacy sat at the other end of the couch, curling her legs under her, her eyes occasionally darting towards my lap. I was still only dressed in a T-shirt and the swim trunks that hid next to nothing. My erection was still painfully hard, straining against the thin material. As slyly as I could, I grabbed a throw pillow and covered my wiener with it. When I looked back up at Lacy, she snorted.
"Bit late for that, isn't it?" she said with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I should probably go and change." This time it was my turn to go red in the face from embarrassment. Lacy never looked away from my lap. "Do you mind?"
"What do you mean?" Lacy asked, confused.
"I don't want to walk in front of you like this, I was hoping you could go to your room for a second."
