The Thrill of the Chase
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2011 - Carl East
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The Thrill of the Chase
The keep fit class had been cancelled, so I found myself driving home much earlier than anticipated. I always enjoyed meeting the other girls, mainly because we normally had a laugh together. However, they'd all been informed that the class had been cancelled; I on the other hand was forgotten.
So there I was pulling into my driveway, thinking of ways to pass the time when I saw my lodger’s car parked in the garage. Geoff, who had just turned nineteen, was normally with his girlfriend but as she was currently on holiday with her parents and he was left to mope around the house.
As I entered the house, I thought I'd creep up on him just to make him jump. He did this to me on many occasions, so I thought I'd get my own back. I was in for a shock however, for as I pushed the sitting room door open as quietly as possible, I spotted him lying flat on the couch masturbating to something on the TV.
Being only his Landlady, I should have backed up and quietly left the room, but I couldn't do it. You see I caught sight of his cock as his hand glided back and forth, he was so big. I stood transfixed as he stared at the TV, completely unaware that I was there, and then I got an even bigger shock for there on the screen was me.
He was masturbating over a video of me on the beach in California, the one where I was topless. I just didn't know what to do; I mean I never realized he looked at me in that way. He’d lived with me now for over three years, and I liked having a man around, but I started to feel guilty, for as I was watching his cock pass through his hand as he stroked it faster; I was suddenly being turned on.
Putting my hand down below, I ran a finger over the fabric of my skirt, poking it inwards, which just seemed to make things worse as I could feel myself getting wetter. I couldn't believe I was getting excited at watching my lodger masturbate, while he was watching me on TV and doing the exact same thing.
Then I heard him start to moan out a bit louder, and pushed my finger closer to my pussy, so close in fact, my panties were being poked into my body. I knew he was about to cum and I loved it. I was getting hotter and hotter, until finally his seed hit the surface, shooting up and arching onto his chest.
I thought to myself ‘I have to get out of here,’ but what happened next shocked and excited the hell out of me. He suddenly got up and changed the tape, and I was curious as to what he was going to watch next. When it started, I stood their completely frozen. Once again, I was watching myself on the screen only this time I was on my own bed using a dildo. How he'd managed to get this footage was completely beyond me, but there I was moaning aloud from an orgasm that was building up inside me.
Once again, his cock could be seen passing over the palm of his hand, and after ten minutes of this tape, he started to cum again.
At that moment I came so massively it made my legs shake, I felt like jelly as he shot a second load and just had to get out of the room. I could feel the juices running down my legs, as I quietly walked out of the house. Getting into my car, I tried to get more composed and waited for another ten minutes before re-entering my home, making sure that I closed the door a bit harder than usual.
Geoff was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich, I didn't look straight at him, I just said hi, and then put the kettle on.
"You're early Rebecca?"
"Yes…my class was cancelled," I replied, trying not to make eye contact.
For some reason I felt both guilty and ashamed at what I’d just done, but at the same time, this whole experience had excited me. I felt that if we made eye contact, he would know something was wrong. Strangely, I found myself moving more suggestively as I reached for a cup and stretched for the coffee, it felt like I was trying to impress him.
After I'd made my coffee, I took it into my bedroom, and then caught myself looking into the full-length mirror admiring my figure. I sat down on the bed after that, thinking to myself, ‘I have to get over this incident for nothing was going to come from it, except maybe tears.’
No matter how I tried to forget the incident however, I just couldn't get it out of my mind. I kept picturing his huge cock and wondering how it would feel inside my pussy, in fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, but how could I be having these feelings for someone I’d never looked at that way before.
My husband had left me a few years ago, leaving me on my own. I had taken in a lodger a few months later and at the time, I felt it was a coincidence that he reminded me of my husband in both build and features, but until today, it had never turned me on. Getting out of my workout clothes, I consciously placed a sexy outfit on, wanting my lodger to notice me.
I wore a short skirt that showed off my still slender legs, and a tight fitting top that revealed a bust that still turned men's heads. Placing a bit of makeup on, I went back down the stairs to find him watching the TV again; only this time he was watching the news.
"Have you got any plans today Geoff?"
"No, not really, I thought I'd hangout with you if you're not doing anything," he replied, quite innocently.
At that moment I had a wicked idea, although I wasn't sure I would be able to do it. I left the room, and then removed my panties, putting them in the wash basket before returning to the sitting room. At first, I sat opposite his chair with my legs firmly held together, but as we talked, I slowly began to spread them apart, not obviously, but just enough.
I realized straight away that if I sat well back in the armchair, my legs would be slightly elevated, giving anyone that sat in the chair Geoff was sitting in, the best possible view. I deliberately didn't make eye contact as we talked, but could tell after just a couple of minutes from the corner of my eye, that his head hadn't turned away from where I was sitting.
The very thought that his eyes were looking at my pussy made me wet, but at this time I was going through the strangest feelings of my life. On the one hand, knowing that he was looking at me aroused me, yet on the other, I felt guilt for playing with my lodger in this manner. I soon realized that the sexual side of me was winning the day for the more I talked the hornier I got.
I managed to steal a glance as I rambled on, noticing how transfixed he was on my parted legs. I couldn't help what I did next; I just wanted to please him so much. I suddenly opened my legs further, knowing that he could probably see every inch of my pussy. At the same time, it excited me to think that he might even be able to tell that I was getting very wet down there.
"You look very sexy today Rebecca, are you expecting anyone?" he said, never taking his eyes away.
For the first time since entering the room, I looked straight at him, not quite sure what to say.
"No... I um...I just felt like wearing something light, but thanks for the compliment," I answered, closing my legs tightly.
I swear that if he'd made a move to take me there and then, I wouldn't have objected, but he seemed content just to admire my body, or at least a part of it. I soon realized that he wasn't about to take the lead in all this, so if I was going to let anything happen, it would have to start with me.
Then I had an idea, getting up I asked if he would like a drink, to which he replied yes. I crossed over to the drinks cabinet, and started to pour a couple of vodka's, making sure that his was much stronger than my own. Handing it to him, I re-seated myself opposite giving him a further show. I figured that if he was going to get horny after a few drinks, he might as well have a good reason.
By the time we'd had three drinks, he was opening up a little, talking about things that he wouldn't normally talk about such as sex. By now I just didn't care anymore, I'd even allowed my skirt to ride up my legs a little, it was then that the most exciting night of my life began. He suddenly sat forward, and pointed straight between my legs.
"You know, you have the nicest pussy, I think I've ever seen," he said, uncharacteristically.
I will never forget those words, for as I thanked him for the compliment; I looked down and shamelessly pulled the skirt upwards just so that he could get a better look.
"Do you think so?" I replied, noticing the glistening from the juices I was producing.
He suddenly stood up and crossed over to where I was sitting, and then got down onto his knees and ran a finger around the moist hole before him. His touch felt electric, and my breathing became more rapid. He looked up at me with those eyes that reminded me of my husband, and then smiled looking back at his prize. He gently pushed a finger into my pleasure zone, knowing at last how wet I was, and then he leaned forward spreading my legs wider.