Late night TV with Phoebe
Introduction:
She had to know she was giving me a great up-skirt shot but it didn’t seem to bother her.
Phoebe looked up at me insolently “Can’t you sit over there?” she nodded toward the easy chair, “I’m comfy” she protested but raised her foot so I could slide my butt under it then let it plop back down, her heel made a dent in my thigh.
“I can’t reach the popcorn from there, wha’chu watching?” She was watching the screen change but I was moving my eyes up her bare leg to where her short skirt rested across her thighs. Under the bottom of the yellow plastic popcorn bowl I could clearly see the white cotton panties that covered her crotch. The material was printed with tiny blue Forget-me-Not flowers. Not likely.
She had to know she was giving me a great up-skirt shot but she didn’t seem to be bothered by my staring. “Nothing yet, I just got here. Hand me my soda?” I retrieved her Coke from the end table and she traded me the remote for it. I began flipping channels as she nibbled and sipped.
The flat-screen flickered with changing scenes as I pushed through endless channels of late night infomercials and talking heads. I rested my hand on her ankle as we concentrated on the flickering images. “Wait, stop, back up” Phoebe said. I pushed the reverse button to a movie I’d seen before, a Martin Lawrence comedy. “Keep it, I like this one.”
I lifted my hand off her foot and grabbed a handful of popcorn then settled back to watch Lawrence try to carjack Tim Robbins. The movie was fun to watch but the shot of her crotch was enticing, my eyes kept wandering up the length of her leg to the intimate view of her body. My imagination was running amok, inventing visions of what she looked like under the flowered panties. All girls are equipped the same, they all have pussies, but in my experience they don’t look alike. Some are soft, fluffy with comfortable looking lips, others may be more defined, thin, with boldly projecting labia. The thatch of pubic hair, was it thick and dark or thin and light? Maybe she trimmed or shaved or waxed. I could only guess, I’d never seen her unclothed. She shifted her ass, getting more comfortable which cause her legs to widen even further, the heel on my thigh dug into me as she balanced then settled back down. Now the view included stands of pubic hair peeking around one leg hole. Two silent questions were answered, she didn’t shave the dark brown hair.
I was getting aroused. My prick was taking an interest in the girl on the sofa.
I kicked my feet out of my shoes and stretched my legs out, heels on the coffee table, my hand was empty of popcorn so I laid it over her leg again, this time just above the knee. My fingers wrapped around the leg lightly, she didn’t seem to mind as we continued to watch TV.
We talked sporadically about nothing important for 10 minutes or so then she to up to go to the bathroom. When she came back she reclined back on the couch cushion but put both legs full length across the cushions resting on me. She turned to her side with both feet lodged over my legs. Her skirt covered her thighs but she moved the top leg so that again I was getting another eye shot of her cotton covered crack. She grabbed another helping of popcorn and munched nonchalantly as if we were side by side in a theater. I put my hand back on her leg and she didn’t protest.
It took only moments for my hormones to kick in so I made a bold pass at her as my cock grew fat. I curved my fingers around her lower thigh and began to massage it with my fingertips. She acted as if nothing was going on, ignoring the caress, so I moved from finger tips to whole hand. She didn’t look at me or say anything to me but twisted slightly to drink from her soda. When she did the gap between her upper legs widened, she gave me a better view. Not only had the vista improved, I had more room to move my hand so I took advantage. I stroked the inside of her leg and felt a slight tremor in the muscle. Reassured that she wouldn’t slap my hand away I began in earnest to feel up the warm smooth thigh under my hand.
Phoebe was still for minutes longer but I could tell she was feeling my caress. She wasn’t concentrating on the TV much and twice she tried to grab some more popcorn but she still had a hand full. I gradually moved my hand high enough that it was covered by her skirt, the side of my hand slipping intimately close to her body, I could fee her heat, the warmth between her legs was encouraging. I took the plunge into my hormone pool and came up with a full grown hard-on, I pressed against her panties and slid my hand the length of her crack. She sipped a lung full of air and rocked her hips, pressuring against the touch between her legs. From that point on I dropped all pretense of being casual and went for the goal. I hooked the cotton leg band and eased under the cloth until my long finger was feeling the heated, swollen lips. She gasped then softly moaned out the breath, closing her eyes; dropping all pretense of watching the movie.
I fondled the outer lips of her body, the slickness seeping from her making the passage of my finger ever easier, more sensual. My prick was jammed cruelly in my pants, my balls begging for a touch so I used my right hand to rearrange and massage myself. She didn’t open her eyes, but finally moved the popcorn bowl and pulled one knee higher giving me more access to the junction of her thighs. I pulled my finger out of her panties then put my whole hand down her underwear and cupped my desire. She whispered a soft thrill while her hips jerked. I rubbed the heel of my hand over the top of her pussy which put pressure on her hidden sweet spot, my fingers extended down her body crevice and covered her pussy. Gradually, while caressing her, I eased my middle finger into the hot wet hole between her legs. Phoebe moaned and put a hand over mine to hold me in place while I fingered her. I saw Tim Robbins do a fire dance on TV but I was too involved with the fire between Phoebe’s legs to laugh. She was rolling her head from side to side, squeezing my hand as I masturbated her then all of a sudden she arched her back, clenched her teeth and hissed loudly as she climaxed.
Phoebe relaxed completely into the sofa cushions then opened her eyes, I saw caution mixed with awe in them. “I can’t believe I let you do that” were her first words. I pulled my hand out of her panties and put the finger under my nose, inhaling the scent of her body, my cock begged for mercy. She smiled demurely then sat up and looked at the distended front of my pants. She laid her head on my shoulder, put a hand on the bulge and began to rub my cock. I was so turned on, so ready, that she spent less than a minute rubbing me before I erupted, spewing into the confines of my jeans, soaking the front of them with hot cum. Phoebe kept her hand on my erection until it quit pulsing then she got off the sofa and disappeared.
The late night intimacies slid into the past as the days went by. Phoebe and I acted as if it had never happened, there was no change in our relationship, we didn’t talk or even hint about what we did on the sofa during the movie. But, I looked at her differently, she was definitely on my list of alluring and desirable girls but I kept my thoughts to myself. I wondered often if she would play more games if the chance came up but I didn’t push or make any form of pass.
It was my turn to be alone in front of the TV when she came in. We exchanged brief greetings then I refocused on the movie. Phoebe stepped behind the sofa, I heard rustling of cloth then she lean over me from behind, put her mouth next to my ear “Open your pants.” The quiet demand slammed into my ears as loud as symphony crescendo. She squeezed my shoulders then rested her chin on my shoulder as I undid my pants and spread them wide. My cock began to enjoy the free space and expanded as Phoebe watched it. As it filled and lifted into the air she moved around the couch to stand in front of me, watching as my arousal revealed my rapidly rising hormone levels. She was wearing a blouse and skirt, no shoes. Phoebe turned away from me then stepped back until she was straddling my legs. I discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear when she lowered herself until the lips of her cunt kissed the end of my cock. I put my hands on her hips and held her weight as she rotated her ass, letting the end of me slip into the opening of her sex. She sank slowly down until she was sitting on my lap, my erection buried in her to my balls. She leaned back to lie against my body as her hips began to rock, sliding on the pole jammed up her cunt.
Phoebe put the fingers of her left hand on my erection and held me in place as her movements got more vigorous, more heated. My hands went under her blouse to fondle her breasts. She arched her back forcing the back of her head against my shoulder, her cheek was pressed against mine, she was huffing hot air through clenched teeth, her body was seeping hot fuck fluids onto my balls. We fucked like that, her riding me through a commercial and another ten minutes of the Late Night Show then my midnight affair began to quiver. Her hand moved lower and encased my nuts in long tender fingers and she began to keen softly in my ear “Oh my god, this feels so fucking good!” Then she sat up and hammered my cock deep into herself with a violent rocking of her hips. My nuts reacted to the explosions in her body and joined her orgasms with sympathetic detonations, my cock convulsed and spewed shot after shot of searing cum into her.
She fell back against me again panting heavily then gradually lifted off my lap and still stiff cock, I felt my discharge spill from her and cover my nuts. Phoebe stood shakily, turned and said to me “Don’t you dare tell Ramey about this!” then left me alone to finish the movie and wonder why she would think I would tell my lesbian sister that her live-in girlfriend just fucked me.
