I didn’t particularly like the role of messenger, and the fact that Scott wanted me to come out to his home made me suspicious. But Mr. Moffatt needed a quick response, so I got my car out of the parking garage and set my GPS to Scott’s home address.
Scott’s house was located at the end of a cul-de-sac in the kind of neighborhood I would have expected for an up-and-coming executive. I parked out front and took the packet of materials to his front porch. But when I rang the doorbell there was no answer.
That surprised me, and I tried to peer in the windows to see if anyone was home. Then I checked around the side of the house, but I still didn’t see anyone. I pulled out my cellphone to try to call him, but before I could make the call I thought I heard voices coming from around back. I hesitated, but finally I started walking around toward the back of the house.
It quickly became clear that the voices were coming from a screened-in porch at the back of the house. As I got nearer my steps slowed because there was something odd about what I was hearing. Cautiously I peeked around the corner only to draw back in startled embarrassment. The sounds I’d heard were the sounds of Scott having sex with some woman!
I stood there paralyzed by uncertainty. Under the circumstances, I could hardly make my presence known, but I was still supposed to deliver the material for Scott to review. Then, as I hesitated, I heard the woman moaning, and I’m ashamed to admit that prurient interest took over. It had been so long since I’d had sex that the sight and sounds of this unexpected encounter totally overcame my good sense.
It was clear from the sounds she was making that the woman was thoroughly enjoying Scott’s attention. As I peeked again, I could see her lying nude on a chaise-lounge, with Scott kneeling at her side. One of his hands was tweaking her nipple while the other was burrowing between her legs, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.
As I watched I felt my breathing accelerate and my panties grow damp. Involuntarily I reached up and rubbed my breast through my blouse, trying to alleviate the need that had suddenly blossomed there. I’d never watched live sex before and I found it both fascinating and arousing.
I realized that I was still holding my cellphone in my hand and, without really thinking about what I was doing, I held it up and began shooting video of the erotic scene playing out before me. As I watched, Scott climbed up on the chaise and the brunette sat up and began worshipping his erect penis. Whatever else you might say about Scott, it was clear that he was physically well equipped for the challenge.
Apparently the woman could wait no longer and scrambled to impale herself on Scott. She straddled him and used her hand to position his penis so she could slip down on him. Even from that distance I could tell that she needed no extra lubrication, and a sudden breeze wafted the scent of her arousal to me. She groaned mightily and held still for a moment as he filled her; then she began to rock her hips back and forth, using him to stimulate her inner depths.
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