In this position, Philly could see Donald's dick sliding in and out of my pussy. I controlled the pace now for a few minutes and slowed it down. I could move right off his dick and slowly sit right back down onto it again. It drove me insane with lust thinking that Philly was seeing me like this.
Donald was getting close again and now I was going to let him come. I stopped and turned around now so that I was facing away from him and then got back on. I was facing the open door now and Donald reached around to play with my breasts as I began to ride him harder and faster. Donald tried to slow me down but I wasn't having it; I felt him swell and as he groaned, I slipped his dick out of my pussy and he blew his load all over my belly and breasts. I slid back so that my pussy was resting on his chest and leaned forward taking him back into my mouth as I finished him off. He was quiet now as I sucked and made love to his softening dick with my lips and tongue. A minute later, he was limp and when I looked back, he had passed out.
I got out of bed and walked over to pick up the towel I had dropped earlier. Standing by the open door, I wiped what remained of Donald's seed from my body. I turned to the dresser, still in full view of Philly and checked myself out in the mirror. I turned to the side facing him and looked at my profile in the mirror. I rolled my nipples pulling them hard then turned to look at myself from different angles ending up facing the door again. I patted my belly and turned to rummage in the drawer for a tee shirt. I found what I wanted and sashayed over to the door nude, opened it up, carefully closed it behind me and walked down the hall past Philly's room and into the bathroom to get a shower. His door was still open, but he was nowhere to be seen in the dark room. When I got out of the shower, his door was closed.
The next morning I got up bright and early. I was thankful that I hadn't drunk too much the night before. I felt really good. I put on the ratty tee shirt again and went out into the kitchen. Philly wasn't out there yet, so I put the coffee on and went out to get the paper.
It was a beautiful sunny day. I slowly walked down the sidewalk to the street. It felt so sexy to be walking outside in nothing but that ripped up old tee shirt. As I bent to pick up the paper, the old man next door wished me a good morning. He was walking his dog. I hadn't seen them because of the hedge at the end of the walk. The dog was one of those friendly big old black labs and I stayed hunched down to give him a good rub behind the ears. I had talked to his owner a few times and the old man was a talker.
I picked up the paper and stood up. I told the old man that I had breakfast on and had to get back in the house, but on a whim, I bent to give the dog one last scratch behind the ears. In the process, I inadvertently flashed him when one of my breasts fell out the side of the shirt. I pulled the shirt back over my exposed breast and just gave the old man an embarrassed smile. He smiled too, speechless for the first time since I had met him.
I slowly sashayed back up the walk and into the house. I was really pleased with myself for pulling off my little stunt the night before. Donald didn't know what I had done and Philly was probably thinking I had been too drunk to pay attention to closing the door. No matter, it was the best sex I'd had in months; I was moving to the dark side. I didn't know a single girlfriend of mine who would've done what I had just done ... perform a live sex act for another man. I could feel the blood rushing to both my face and my pussy just thinking about it.
Philly was in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from the night before. I wished him a good morning, but acted as if I was just a bit out of sorts. He caught it right away.
"A little hung over Jenn?" he asked with a smile.
I told him it wasn't that so much as that I just must've slept wrong or something, my back was just a little sore. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing to cover why I was acting out of sorts. I don't even know why I said that, I think maybe I was a little flustered knowing what he had seen the night before.
"What you need is a good backrub," he commented from the sink.
"Yeah well..." I said miserably. "That's not going to happen with sleeping beauty in there. He doesn't do backrubs."
He finished the dishes, wiped his hands and poured us each a cup of coffee. He set them on the table and pulled me to my feet. I looked at him confused.
"Just turn around and straddle the chair Jenn," he ordered.
"What are you going to do?" I whined, acting as if I was being put upon. I didn't know where this was going, but I suspected.
"Just sit down and relax, I give great backrubs."
"I don't know Philly..." as I moved to do as he had requested. "Donald will be royally pissed off if he comes out and sees you rubbing my back."
He pulled up a chair behind me and started to slowly rub my back.
"He's not going to wake up for another couple of hours; he never does ... so it's safe," he replied.
I had to admit he was right. This was notching things up a few rungs on the ladder.
"You don't have to do this, I'll be fine," I said, not meaning a word of it.
"It's ok. I want to do it if it'll help make your back feel better. I'm known to give pretty good back rubs - I have strong hands."
He was rubbing my back though the tee shirt and it felt great. Then, when he slid his hands under the shirt and began to rub my bare skin, it felt much better.
He got up and said he'd be right back and left the room. A few seconds later he was back with a small pillow. He gave it to me and I put in on top of the chair back to rest my head on.
He asked me to lift my shirt up to my shoulders. I looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"Jenn, I have some massage oil, but I don't want to get it all over the shirt and I can't really give you a good back rub otherwise."
I looked at him for a few more seconds, my heart beating and my mouth dry. I hoped that my voice wouldn't give away how excited I was. I loved how edgy this was with Donald right in the next room.
Finally, I said, "OK, but no peeking."
He laughed quietly. "OK sure, but I saw everything last week anyway."I looked at him with shocked wide eyes and then backhanded him in the belly. "You weren't supposed to be looking you pervert!" I scolded with a smile.He held his hands up. "Hey Jenn ... I'm just a guy and there's only so much I can resist. A beautiful girl in a wet tee shirt on a nice sunny day ... well that, I can't resist ... sorry! Besides if you'll remember, you told me to look."
"OK ... well ... I guess. But no peeking today, alright?" I said seriously.
"Sure ... no peeking, I got it. I'm just trying to give you a nice backrub." He smiled.
"OK, OK ... I'm sure it's all about the backrub," I laughed, "but I think you just want to get me naked and take dirty pictures ... that's what guys do."
He laughed, "Damn I've been found out!"
"OK ... so turn around for a minute," I ordered.
He shook his head and smiled but did as I asked. Once he was turned, I just peeled the tee shirt right off over my head and put it on the pillow.
I was straddling the chair sitting in the sun, now totally naked. My butt was jutting out over the back of the seat so that I could lean forward to rest my head on the back of the chair. My legs were spread wide to straddle the seat. The way I was positioned, my breasts were hanging down just a little bit; my nipples were like cherry beacons at the tips all swollen and hard.
I lay my head on the pillow facing him with his back turned. I closed my eyes and then whispered "OK, you can turn around now, but remember, no fair peeking."
He had been standing kind of to the side of me, so when he turned around he had a pretty good profile view. I knew he could clearly see my breasts and my butt. I heard him actually moan softly when he turned around.
That was cool.
"Hey, no peeking!" I laughed.
I didn't open my eyes and for a few long seconds he seemed to be frozen in place. I enjoyed sitting there and letting him take in the features of my petite frame. I could feel the blood throbbing in my swollen nipples.
He finally broke his trance and pulled the chair up behind me. I heard him shake the bottle and squeeze some oil out onto his hands. Then he rubbed his hands together to warm it up.
When he put his hands on my back and started to move the oil around, it felt heavenly. He asked me where it hurt and I twisted a little as I moved my arm to show him a spot. It was really just an excuse to flash my breast again in all its perky firmness. He started rubbing that area and he was right, he was good with his hands. Even though I didn't have a backache, the backrub still felt magnificent.
In one respect, I could've almost drifted off to sleep I was so relaxed. But on the other, I was so hot with this new level of exhibitionism that there was no chance of that at all. I had never done anything quite so bold as this.
"My god, I can't believe how small you are," he murmured. "Look at this, my hands almost fit around your waist."
I just smiled and told him to get back to work. He was working around my lower back and then his hands slid lower to my butt. I absolutely love having my butt rubbed and so I didn't stop him. He worked on the sides and finally on my firm little cheeks. When he slid his hands under my butt where I was sitting, I laughed softly and told him to wait a minute. I pulled one knee onto the chair and then the other so that I was kneeling there with my head still resting on the back of the chair.
"Perfect," he said under his breath. No peeking," I reminded him in a sleepy, kind of far away voice. He just laughed and I smiled softly. He had no choice; my ass was eyelevel with him now and so my pussy was right there. I could feel how swollen and heavy it felt. I knew how it must look in the bright sun of the kitchen. The lips would be puckered open and the wet, the pink interior would be on display and inviting in all its warm, tight, softness. My head was buzzing with the intoxicating rush of so brazenly showing off my pussy to Philly. We both pretended that I wasn't doing what I was. He was sitting literally within a foot of it.
He slowly worked on my butt. I loved it. I'm pretty sure he was enjoying himself too. He had to know that I was deliberately letting him see everything, but he didn't say a word. He worked my cheeks in such a way that I could feel my pussy opening and closing as the muscles of my ass were kneaded. A couple of times, I felt him push my cheeks apart spreading my pussy wide open. His fingers came right to the back edge, but didn't actually touch it. I squeezed my pussy muscles and felt the delicious wetness spreading. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that he saw my pussy tighten up and relax; he could clearly see how excited I was.
His thumb did rub over my back opening a number of times though, the oil feeling slick and warm. When I felt him slowly push my cheeks apart again, I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were fixed on my fleshy, pink jewel. He was studying it like there was going to be a test. I closed my eyes and let him explore. I could hear his breathing and he was almost panting.
Finally, after a long butt rub, he stood up behind me and started to rub my back again. He rubbed my sides and slid his hands around to rub my belly. He was rubbing me more quickly now and it still felt great. He was pretty worked up. I could feel just a trace of a shake in his hands when he'd stop.
"How're you doing?" he asked in a slightly raspy voice. He was rubbing my shoulders and neck now. He was kind of leaning over me and I could feel his hardness moving on my butt as he continued using his hands on me.
"Oh my god Philly, it feels so good. You were right, you are a master of the backrub."
"How's your back feel now?"
"What back?" I smiled.
He laughed. "Good, right answer."
He moved his hands back down under me again. I turned my head to look at the kitchen clock. It was just after 9 a.m. He saw me looking at the time and wanted to know if he should stop.
I looked back at him with a smile and shook my head. "Nope, you still have plenty of time, but you better plan on making me breakfast after this. I'm going to be too weak to do anything. I can't believe how good this feels Philly; this is the best backrub I've ever had."
He had his hands wrapped under me and was rubbing my belly. He was slowly moving higher.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it. I can't believe how ripped your stomach muscles are," he said admiringly. I was looking at him with a smile and told him that I swim a couple of miles every day during the week, sometimes more if I've got the time.
"God, it really shows" he said. "I knew you were thin, but I didn't know you were ripped and your ass is as hard as a rock. I've never felt a woman who had such a firm ass." He moved his hands back down to my lower belly just above my pussy and then started moving back up again in a long, slow, firm stroke.
"I can feel every ripple in your muscles," he said as his oily hands moved up over my rib cage. I smiled at the compliment. His oily hands felt great stroking my body.
"I didn't know you were into girls with muscles," I said looking at him.
"Well, this is certainly different than the backrubs I had been giving. Gina had no muscle tone at all."
"Yeah, but she had big boobs though and I bet you liked that just fine." I laughed.
"They were OK, but really not my cup of tea, but she wasn't firm like you. God, you don't have an ounce of fat on you anywhere." He moved his hands down to my hips and then in a long slow sweep, slid them up over my breasts and then back down again.
"God, I can't believe how tiny you are," he whispered.
I was still looking at him and I began to laugh.
He moved his hands back to my hips and cycled back up again in a firm grip.
"What?" he smiled, his hands on my breasts again squeezing.
"You should never call a girl tiny when your hands are where they are," I said.
He was rolling my nipples between oily fingers.
His face got red. "Jenn, I didn't mean ... oh damn what an ass I am," he moaned. "I didn't mean your tits; I think these are perfect," as he squeezed my breasts again.
I looked at him for a few moments and he looked at me while continuing to fondle my firm little breasts.
"Well look Philly, I'm getting hungry. I think you need to make me some breakfast."
I'm sorry Jenn, I didn't mean to offend you."
I was still looking at him, "You didn't offend me Philly, but this is turning into something more than a backrub right now and I think we both need to calm down and have some breakfast before it goes any further." He moved his hands away from my breasts and made one more pass over my back before stepping away without a word.