Marsha spots Jack
From Torg Adventure
Jack stared out of the window at the three girls. Dozens of filthy thoughts ran through his head, and his cock responded by growing to a full erection. After all, when was the last time he got laid? Six months? A year? He was lost in thought, reminiscing on his last sexual exploit, a woman from his office called Sofia. His dick throbbed in his shorts. It was one drunken office party (isn't it always for single guys his age, he thought), when they both went for the punch bowl and...
He snapped out of his trance, frozen in a state of panic. Marsha was looking back at him! The other two girls were chatting happily on their sun loungers, but Marsha, sat on the grass with her legs curled underneath her, was staring directly at the house, directly at him! Quickly he looked away, pretending to be getting a drink of water from the sink. Did he imagine it? He casually looked back, and sure enough, she was still watching him. Slowly, she raised her hand and wriggled her fingers in a slight wave. The other two girls didn't notice. Jack gave up, knowing he had been caught. He waved back, a sheepish grin appearing on his face.
Marsha stood up and, muttering something to the other girls, walked toward the house. Jack panicked for the second time. His hard-on was still full, and the shorts he wore left nothing to the imagination. Quickly, he sat at the dining table, facing the back door.
The door opened, and Marsha walked in and sat down opposite him. "Hi," she said. "You looked lonely, so I thought I'd come in and give you some attention." His heart fluttered. Was that an innuendo?
"Me? Lonely? No, I was just getting a glass of water..." He faltered, knowing it was a rubbish excuse.
"Of course," said Marsha, pretending to believe him.
They sat in silence for a few seconds, before Marsha spoke up. "It must be nice to have some girls around. Can't be much fun with just you two guys living in this big house."
"Mmm ... I suppose so," replied Jack.
"Is that why you were watching us?"
Jack was taken aback. "No, no, I was just..."
"It's OK, I liked being spyed on. Kinda ... turned me on," she giggled.
Jack was defeated. He gave up trying to worm his way out of his predicament, and decided to come clean. He stood up, his enormous hard-on tenting his shorts. "Me too," he announced. Marsha stared at his groin, which was level with her head. She licked her lips a little, glanced at the back door, then stood up and pulled her top off over her head in one fluid motion. Her huge, braless tits bounced as the top was peeled off. Her large, brown areolae shrank and wrinkled as her nipples stiffened in the air. She must have been an E-cup, easily, but because of her youth, they were firm and smooth. Her rounded, brown belly bulged a little over the top of her small skirt, and he could see that she had a pierced belly button.
"Does it turn you on to see me like this?" asked Marsha, teasingly. "How do you want me?"
How does Jack respond?
