Someone's watching
From Create Your Own Story
On each stroke, I pulled her hips down to meet my rising manhood. Our bodies slapped together audibly. A motion caught my eye and I looked out the window to see a young woman standing next to the drop box, watching us rock the car. She was in her late twenties or early thirties with shoulder-length, wavy brown hair, a cute face, pretty big tits showing nipples through her tight, white tee shirt, and wide hips sporting a thin red summer shirt. Our eyes met, and she gasped to realize that I had seen her. I licked my lips to show that I didn't mind her voyeurism. Her hand went to her breast and she squeezed it through the white material.
I turned my attention back to Nicole; she was leaning close to me, so I lowered my lips and sucked a swollen nipple into my mouth. She moaned at the added stimulation, bouncing harder than ever on my wonderfully abused manhood. I wanted to put on a good show for our observer, so I started thrusting hard up when Nicole descended. We both began groaning louder until Nicole finally let loose a scream as she climaxed, her body writhing in ecstasy above me. Her tight pussy pulsed around my member, and I could not help exploding cum deep into her womb.
I looked over at our visitor and watched her close her eyes and quiver in her own orgasm. Her hand was under her skirt, performing miracles on her mound. I kept pounding into Nicole as I observed the woman outside, when she stared straight back at me, pulled her hand from her pussy and licked it sensuously. After giving me a satisfied smile, she looked toward the corner of the building with a worried look in her eye and darted away. Maybe she thought she heard something.
Nicole slumped on top of me, her breathing coming in puffs and sighs. She whispered, “Oh, that was wonderful. Thank you again for your help.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, literally! Just give me a call if you need anymore packages recovered,” I quipped back. My cock softened and slipped from her molten interior, followed by a stream of viscous bodily fluids.
She opened the door and retrieved her clothes from where they had landed, quickly getting dressed out in the open. I carefully stood up, trying not to trip on my pants, and pulled them up. You looked over and she was digging in the glove box, pulling out a pen. She took a scrap of paper off the floor of the car, and scribbled on it. She handed it to me, and I saw that a phone number was written on it.
“Give me a call if you need another reward. You’re fun to fuck,” she said, then she kissed my lips hard, squeezed my drooping package, and got in the driver’s seat of her car. I went to my car, waved at her and blew her a kiss. She blew a kiss back and pulled out of the parking lot. I got in my car and drove away as well, smiling about the good deed I had just done, and the reward I had just received.
