Disappointed and disgusted with myself, I finished up quickly and climbed out.
“Fuck it!” I swore grumpily, realizing I hadn’t thought to bring some clean sweats in with me. Knotting the towel at my hip, I brushed my teeth before stepping out into the hall.
“Skye?” I called out, not getting a reply, I continued. “I’m just going to grab some clothes from the bedroom,” I told her.
Opening the bedroom door, I could barely believe what I was seeing.
Lying in the center of my bed, wearing nothing more than a purple lace bra barely containing her perfect, perky tits, was Skye. Her hair was fanned out across the pillow. Her eyes closed. Her cheeks flushed. Her head thrown back. One hand was pinching her pointed nipple while the other worked something silver between her spread legs.
“I need… I need…” Skye panted as she traced the silver bullet up and down the length of her pussy.
I should’ve walked away.
I should’ve shut the door and let her have her privacy.
I should’ve had the decency.
I didn’t.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Transfixed to the spot, I stood there, my mouth dry as I watched her work herself into a frenzy. A sexy red blush moving down her body and when her hips gained momentum, Skye began fucking herself with the magic silver weapon.
My dick was as hard as steel.
Reaching down, I tried to adjust it, but the towel wrapped around my hips dropped to the floor. Not even bothering to pick it up, I took hold of my dick and stroked it from root to tip, my eyes never once deviating from Skye’s pussy.
“More. I need more,” she begged as she moved faster and faster, her lips parted.
The sounds were more erotic than the image playing out in front of me, and that was a sight to behold.
Gripping my dick harder, my eyes were fixated and unblinking as I watched Skye chase the orgasm she was so desperate for. The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air and when my name spilled from her lips with a groan as she arched off the bed and exploded, I followed right behind her.
The buzzing sound faded and Skye’s eyes cracked open slowly only to find me standing there staring down at her.
I was a disgusting pervert.
I was the worst kind of man imaginable.
I’d just jacked off watching a woman, a friend even, pleasure herself.
And what’s worse, I wanted to be the one giving her that pleasure.
“H-Hayden?” she gasped, yanking the sheet up and covering her sweat-slicked body. “I’m... I’m... sorry. I shouldn’t have…” I began before fleeing from the room, almost tripping over the towel at my feet.
Escaping to the kitchen, I hid myself behind the kitchen bench wishing that I had clothes lying around somewhere. Being buck naked wasn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. With my eyes scouring the room for something, anything to cover me up, I spotted the suitcase sitting by the door.
“What the hell?” I swore as I marched towards the bag.
“I could ask the same fucking question,” Skye countered stepping out from the bedroom looking too fucking sexy for her own good.
Her hair was mussed, her cheeks were still sporting the orgasm glow, and her lips were pink and plump. She was wrapped in a towel with those deep purple bra straps wrapped over her shoulders.
“Skye…” I began not having a clue what to say. I needed to apologize, I knew that, but saying sorry didn’t really seem like enough.
Skye wasn’t looking at me though. Well she was, she just wasn’t meeting my eye. Instead, her eyes were firmly fixed on my dick which was already coming back to life again. Dropping my hands, I tried to cover myself.
