He stood there, frozen, stunned at the sight playing out before him.
It had struck him as odd that today Tara had asked him to come to a different address than usual. He had very strict policies when it came to his tutoring. Always during the day, and always, always in a public place. This time, though, not only was sun about to set, but the address she had given him was a home. The only reason he had agreed to come was that when he heard Tara's mom had just left the country for a month, he felt an obligation to continue the lessons, even if that meant bending his own rules a little. The school year was quickly coming to an end, and with finals in a couple of weeks, he knew Tara needed a little extra help. It didn't help that he felt bad that her own mother was going to miss her High School Graduation.
Now though, he didn't know whether to interrupt, keep watching, or walk away.
Keep watching the devious side of himself shouted inside his head. Run the cautious side of him shouted, louder.
But his legs wouldn't listen. His eyes stayed glued to the window in front of him. The window was huge, covering most of the front of the house. Thin white curtains fluttered around either edge, as if framing the moment inside.
He had no idea who the other woman was with Tara, as her face was turned away. He could see though that she had a dark mane of hair and was young and firm, not to mention completely naked accept for a pair of red stilettos. She was sitting lengthwise on a couch, arms stretched out above as if in abandon, one creamy leg propped wide resting on the back cushion, her stiletto planted beside her hip. The other was bent at the knee, heel on the floor. Tara, still in her school uniform –he swallowed, trying to gather some saliva in his suddenly dry mouth- was on her knees in front of the other woman, her face at a side profile. Her short plaid skirt barely covered her ass, giving him peeps of a small wisps skin beneath it as she wiggled her hips in time with her tongue as it flickered, then hardened, fucking the pussy in front of her.
He dropped his briefcase, barely hearing it as it hit the ground. He watched, unbelieving, as his unnamed fantasy unraveled before him. His cock had grown hard in the second his eyes had registered he was seeing. He unconsciously reached down to adjust himself, taking a little longer than necessary.
The woman was writhing, her back arched off the couch, giving him a perfect view of her dusky, hard nipples jutting out of a pair of firm tits. One of Tara's hands skimmed the skin of the woman, from knee to thigh, then up to a tit. She cupped a tit with her palm, then squeezed, making the woman shutter. She ran the palm of her hand over the nipple, barely touching, then suddenly pinched it, rolling it between her fingers.
He could hear the woman moan in pleasure, even from where he was standing. The sound made him come back to himself, aware he was just standing there like a stalker, staring in through the window at something that should have been done in private. It was than that he noticed the windows were open, making him wonder if they knew he was there, watching.
Somehow, the thought excited him more than he thought it would. Or should.
The woman was panting now, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Tara let go of a nipple, only to slide her fingers down to her glistening pussy she had her mouth on. The other hand went to the same place, this time holding open the woman's lips, giving him a clear view of smooth pussy. Tara licked each lip, working her way up to her clit. Her other two fingers slid inside the woman's pussy easily, and she pumped them in and out as she sucked on the woman's clit. The woman was so wet he could hear the suction through the window as Tara finger fucked her, fast and deep. The woman brought her arms down and played with her tits, squeezing and plucking at her nipples as Tara continued to eat her pussy.
Suddenly the woman screamed, her back arching off the couch, her legs shaking with the power of her orgasm.
He almost blew in that moment himself, just by watching. Without thought, his hand went to his cock, feeling the hardness through his slacks. It was already weeping, his pre-cum soaking through the material of his pants to make a wet spot right below his belt. He had a hard time caring, when all he wanted to do was go in there and...
Tara stood up, blocking his view of the other woman. Not that it mattered. The sight of Tara in her white button up top, short plaid skirt, white socks and high heeled black Mary Jane shoes always made him feel like he could spew with just a touch of her hands. He had controlled himself all year by telling himself not only was she a student, but also jail-bate. He didn't know how many times he had dreamed about fucking her- in every way imaginable- with his mouth, from behind, his cock between her tits...God, those tits. He remembered clearly their last tutoring session, how she had shown up without a bra, her top unbuttoned enough that when she turned to the side, he got a full view of how perfectly plump her tits are, and how her puckered nipples strained against the fabric.
It was at that tutoring lesson, to his chagrin, that she had informed him she was now 18.
For the last week, every time he saw her he got a raging hard on. It made him feel like he was a dirty old man, wanting to fuck a teenager. At the moment though, the fact that she was 18 was a relief, and made him feel less like a lecher and more like a man in heat.
He couldn't hold back a groan of his own when Tara turned toward him, revealing the fact that, once again, she wore no bra. This time, though, her blouse was unbuttoned all the way, showing not only her perfect tits, but the skin of her flat stomach. Her head turned to the woman on the couch, but her fingers were working at a zipper at her hip.
He held his breath, his grip on his cock tightening.
The woman on the couch sat up and reached out, and, cupping Tara's hip, pulled her towards the couch. Tara stopped worrying the zipper, and stepped closer, her legs spread wide. The woman's hands started at the backs of Tara's knees and wandered their way up the backs of her legs till they grabbed her ass, lifting her skirt in the process. Now, he could see that her ass was just as perfect as her tits, just as he had imagined.
Tara took off her top, throwing it to the side to land where it may. The woman wasted no time leaning forward and taking a nipple into her mouth. As she sucked, Tara moaned, arching toward her. Tara put a foot on the couch beside the woman, spreading herself open to whatever awaited her.
She tipped her head back as one of her hands disappeared beneath her skirt. By the way her arm was moving, he could tell she was finger fucking herself, as the woman in front of her played with her tits.
"Oh my God!" He said before he could stop himself.
Before he could do anything else, like run...or at least duck out of the way, Tara's head turned towards the window. The other woman peeked around her, and he got his first clear view of the woman Tara had been fucking. It was her best friend, Clary.
Had he known they were that close, his fantasies would have been a little different...
He could tell the second Tara saw him with her unfocused gaze. Lust sparked, and her fingers resumed their work under her skirt. She smiled at him, a sexy come-hither smile. Clary smiled too, only more lecherous, as if she had known all along he had been out there, watching, as she came. Her gaze lowered, and his followed, to see his cock straining against the tent in his slacks. His hands were working his cock, jacking himself off through the fabric. Instead of being embarrassed, he looked back at them, boldly stroking his cock, as if daring them to say anything.
Clary raised a brow, as if in challenge, then rose from the couch in all her naked glory. Unashamed, she walked towards the door, her stilettos marking her progress through the living room. Tara stayed where she was, still looking at him, fingering herself.
Clary opened the door wide, not caring who saw. He studied her, found that even though she was pretty with her long dark hair, brown eyes and athletic body, she didn't make him feel the way Tara did. There was something about her...
Clary stepped aside, waving an arm towards the interior. Without hesitation, he stepped inside, mesmerized by the sight of Tara, acting so dirty but looking so innocent in her skirt. As he approached her breathing hitched, and her pumping fingers slowed.
He could feel Clary behind him, but he only had eyes for Tara. He moved across the room without being aware, and then he was there, in front of her. She removed her foot from the couch and stood before him, unashamed. Her tits looked firm and lush, her areolas bright pink, and more than a hand full. Her hands hung at her sides, as if waiting for him to make the first move.
"Do you like what you see?" Tara said, a small smile still on her lips.
"You are perfect." He replied, sweat beading on his forehead. Being this close to her and not touching her was torture, but he resisted, the gentleman his mother had raised rearing its ugly head.
"Aren't you going to touch me, Mr. Jones?" She said, her own hands running over her stomach up to her tits. "Do you know how long I have wanted you to touch me, Leon? Since the first day I saw you. Why do you think I go to your class with no underwear, and very slowly crossed and uncrossed my legs? I wanted to show you what you are missing."
She stepped toward him, waiting for his reaction. He had to admit, he struggled with the moment. A big part of him kept reminding himself that he could lose his job, and it was just plain wrong to take advantage. The other part of him was fascinated by the sight before him, and the heat of Clary behind him, naked.
Without his permission, his hands reached out, and finally, finally touched Tara's tits. She breathed in deeply, and her eyes slid to half-mast. His fingers moved over her of their own accord, feeling her tits, her stomach, her hips.
He looked into her eyes, loosing himself in the deep blue depths. His lips came down and he devoured her with his mouth, kissing her with all his pent up lust from the last year. He nipped at her lips, his tongue sweeping across their lushness, demanding to be let in. Her mouth opened and he slid in. Once inside he fucked her mouth the way he wanted to fuck her pussy.
