At the sound of a gasp, he froze. His eyes snapped open, and he was horrified to see Iris standing there. The bathroom was tiny, so after she’d taken one step into the bathroom, obviously thinking it was empty since he’d stupidly forgotten to lock the door, she ended up almost within arm’s reach. She stared at him with bleary eyes, probably still a little hung-over. Then her eyes dropped to his lap where he was desperately trying to cover up his erection. “Iris!” he hissed. “I’m in here!”
“What were you doin’?” she asked, words a little slurred. She weaved a little as she ogled him, a smile breaking out on her face. She took a half step forward. “Are you jerking off, Jason?”
“Iris!” he hissed a little louder, mortified. A part of his brain knew his cock should have been shrinking in embarrassment, but it wasn’t. Just the sight of her standing there wearing nothing but a tank top and panties was making his blood boil with lust. Thick, round, pale thighs tapered down to a lovely pair of feet, toenails painted dark blue. Her breasts, which should have been hanging low because her bra was missing, were instead perked up, semi-erect nipples making their presence known through the thin material of her top. His cock throbbed in his hand. “Get out!” he said because it was what he was supposed to say.
“Shh,” she said to him. “You’ll wake up your Daddy.”
Jason thought that maybe that was exactly what he wanted to do. He was terrified as much as he was embarrassed. Iris loved closer and leaned over to grasp his wrists. She almost toppled over as she leered at him. “Lemme see,” she said.
“What? No!” he protested. He was easily stronger than she was, but she still managed to pry his hands away from his lap leaving his cock exposed. He realized later it was because he WANTED her to see. Gulping, he sat there, waiting for her reaction. She stared at his cock for a long moment, as if mesmerized. A trickle of drool ran from the corner of her mouth and dripped to the floor. It was both disgusting and incredibly arousing.
“You’ve got a big one!” she said, voice mostly a whisper. “Bigger than your Daddy’s. Did you know that?”
“Uh, no,” he said, then gasped as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. Her hand was cool against his hot cock, her long, slender fingers just managing to encircle him. She began to stroke, and he could only watch her pale hand move up and down, her blue-painted fingernails flashing in the dim light. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt.
“You like that,” she observed. When he glanced up at her, she kissed him. It caught him off guard, something he really never would have expected. She was a sloppy kisser, probably because she was still a little drunk from the night before. All the same, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth he returned the kiss with passion, loving even then taste of cigarettes and stale alcohol from her mouth. She broke the kiss without warning, hissing out, “Damn! You’re a good kisser, boy!”
“Uh, thanks,” he said. “Uh, you too.”