It’s finally Friday and time to Party! Ann has been planning this party for two weeks; it won’t be a large party just two close friends and a few others that are just casual friends or “friends of friends” the kind we all know. Her condo is a two-bedroom two bath place but still kind of small for a group of eight so she has arranged with management to use the common room as a party room. The pool and spa are meticulously clean and everything has been set out in the room. She is supplying some finger foods but each guest is to also bring something to share and of course this is a BYOB party.
Ann has been excited all day at work, fidgety at her desk and watching the clock. Her BFF just called from the condo complex and she has checked that everything is just right. The plan is that the guests can also hang out at her condo as well as the pool and party room. Finally, it’s time to leave work – Ann rushes back to her home.
Soon after arriving home the guests begin arriving; introductions complete the party begins to gain momentum. Everyone is getting along and having a great time; swimming, dancing and of course drinking. Ann has noticed John, Mary’s friend, checking her out fairly often but just dismisses it as harmless flirting from a distance. The party begins dragging so at about 11:30 PM most have left already; Mary and surprisingly John have stayed behind to help with all the clean-up tasks. As they finish they all realize that John and Mary don’t have a ride home so it’s decided they will just stay at Ann’s until morning; Ann, of course, in the master bedroom; Mary in the Guest bedroom which leaves John with crashing on the couch.
Ann is so tired but just can’t seem to fall asleep and now just lying there she finds herself fantasizing about her favorite fetish– voyeurism. It has always been more than just a passing fancy; she has read over a hundred true stories about it; watched dozens of xxx-rated movies about it; but Damn It has never gotten to experience it firsthand. She wants to so bad – it’s a burning fire within her that just can never be extinguished no matter how many times she has masturbated while fantasizing about it. Without her realizing it’s even happening; her right hand trails down her tummy headed towards her wet pink panties. Her left hand has cupped her right breast and the thumb and forefinger captures her hard nipple. Just as her right hand fingers brush over her hard clit and she feels how wet she is, she groans, “Damn it, this is so fucking frustrating. Why can’t I ever get to secretly watch a guy jerk himself off?”
Ann decides to go out to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice; her mouth is dry and parched; just as she rounds the corner of the hallway leading to the living room she stops dead in her tracks “Aww shit! How could I forget John was spending the night on the couch and here I am in a loose t-shirt and wet panties – just GREAT!” she thinks to herself. Ann turns back to go get a drink in her bathroom when something flashes in her peripheral vision; as she turns back she sees John roll over onto his back. He is covered with a sheet but that doesn't hide the fact that his cock is hard as stone and is tenting the sheet. Ann steps back but only enough to be partially shielded by the wall her eyes burn as she stares at the spectacle in front of her. “God, his cock must be fucking HUGE” she surmises. She also hopes that he will shift his body again and that fucking sheet falls off of him so she can see his dick.
Ann stands there looking; hoping that he will just move again when suddenly she sees him move; his arm moves and she knows his right hand has found his cock. John still asleep has grasped his rampant cock shaft in his fist and idly begins stroking himself. Ann is mesmerized by his actions; intently she strains to see more clearly as John’s hand slides up and down his cock. John grunts in his sleep and the sound awakens him; the sound also startled Ann who ducks back into the hallway afraid that she has been caught peeking. “Hey Fuck That. This is my house; I can do what I want here.” So she steps back forward and peers around the corner. John has flipped the sheet down and it lies crumpled at his knees; his eyes are closed and his only thought is focused on his own pleasure he is oblivious to where he is or who might see him. His hand still slowly jacking himself; his left hand begins toying with his hard nipples. Ann suppresses a gasp and is suddenly aware that her panties are now soaking wet and that her right hand somehow unconsciously has returned to her pussy. Her fingers play in the wetness; pushing until she can feel her wet lips under the panties. Her thumb strums her hard pulsating clit.
John hand begins to rapidly stroke himself now; he can feel the hard shaft; precum has oozed up and out of that little slit in the head and Ann can see the wetness glistening on the head of his cock.. John’s right hand reaches down and cups his balls while his right hand speeds up the jacking. Ann can’t stand it anymore… her hand quickly rises to the waistband of her panties and slips inside; her fingers searching then finding her clit. Almost frantically she rubs her hard erect clit – needing a strong release. Her fingers push down further until she can push two fingers deep up inside her pussy. They have now almost matched their actions; John’s back is arched as his fist flies up and down – Ann can hear the slap as his fist hits his groin; her wet fingers sloshing inside her fuck hole.
Just as they both reach the point of orgasm John’s eyes pop open. He is staring right at Ann as his cum rockets from the head of his cock; it arches in the air and slaps wetly down onto his chest and belly. Ann is convulsing in the hardest orgasm of her life – thankfully she is supported by the wall or she would have surely fallen.
Now only time will tell what will happen between these two.
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