Psiberzerker
08-25-2019, 08:35 AM
My boss came out of the men's room, and called me over, "In my office." He closed the door, and asked me, "Did you draw a dick in the men's room?"
"No? I just cleaned it out, I don't want to spend too much time in there, in case a customer comes in. Why?"
"Look, I'm sorry. It was probably some middle school boy, I didn't mean to accuse you, but are you all right?"
"Fine?"
"It's just, you know. You keep drawing those pictures, and how does that help?"
"I don't know, how to draw anything else?" I shook my head, "It's just stuck in my head, but I don't do it at work any more. So, you don't have to worry about that." He nodded, and let me go back to watching the register. It was slow, anyway.
"What was that all about?" Miranda asked me from her line, once she bagged up some old lady's fruit and vegetables.
"Just some misunderstanding," I shrugged. Then I had to ring up a 6 pack, but the guy pulled um his shirt to fish around in his pocket. His tight jeans, and that pulled the crotch tight over his balls. I think I could even imagine how his penis hung over them, off to one side, and his fingers reaching over to straighten it out. "Uh!" I looked at the register, "That'll be $8.52." Rubbing it hard, then pulling up his shirt to unzip his pants.
"I think I've got some pennies in here." He dug down, and fished out a nickel, so I got him 3 more. "Keep it."
He walked out, and Miranda went Oh My God! Silently, then came around her counter. 'did you see his rump?' She kept her voice down, but I laughed.
'no, his hump.' I grabbed my crotch below the counter. Through the apron, but I thought it might look a little suspicious if I went to the bathroom, so soon after getting busted for the exact same thing, but our boss came out with a rag from cleaning off the graffiti.
So, she went back to her station, and we finished out the shift, taking turns bagging for each other until some more cashiers showed up, and we had to open up the lines for the evening rush. Then, he counted the drawers, and clocked me out. "Go home."
"I'm gonna go out the back, thanks. See you tomorrow."
"I'm off, see you again on Tuesday."
I didn't hurry, but I heard the office door shut behind me, before I got to the back door. Looking back, I went around to the stock room, and climbed up the shelves to the drop ceiling. He has a fire-wall, around the office since that's where he counts the money, and keeps it in a safe. There's another one between the bathrooms, probably to keep sex perverts from locking the door to the men's room, then climbing over to the lady's, but I don't know why I do this.
Why I keep doing this, it's like drawing him over, and over again, and no matter how many times somebody asks me. "What's with all the dicks?" When they catch me sketching in public, but I don't fucking know. When I can get all kinds of porn on the internet, and even got some dick pics on my phone, I keep coming back to the same one.
The first one I saw up close, I was just hanging out with my friends, when this guy came in, and walked past the table. He went straight to the restrooms, and then he came back out, like he just wanted to take a piss, or something, but then he said "Hey girls," and flashed us. He got away, but somebody recognized him. Now he's in jail, without any teenage girls to flash, but you know what the weird thing is?
Well, probably the weirdest thing, at least to me is he wasn't even hard, at all. I mean, I looked up Dick Flash videos on the internet, and I have a compilation. I think he's got some kind of camera on his belt, because he walks around with a hard-on, from the side, and keeps stroking it slowly. Sometimes he's even in his car, or on a train, but he likes to go to the park a lot, and then some lady sees it, and she just watches him jerk off.
That, I kinda understand, maybe even dick picks, but that "Hey girls" flash and run, at the diner? I wish I could ask him, but I did get to see him on the news. [Flasher Arrested] and I recorded it on Tivo so I could watch them lead him out in handcuffs. His head down, and his face sad, when I didn't get to see his face. My friend, Sarah said yeah, that was him when they put the police sketch, but I just got a glimpse of his penis hanging out of his fly, then his back running for the door. He didn't even look back, but maybe he got excited, and beat off somewhere nearby.
Before the cops showed up to show us the sketch, but Sarah was the only one that saw his face. "Yeah," she nodded, "That looks like him." Nobody else looked at his face, I guess that's why they took so long to catch him. That ment the other 2 were looking at his penis, just like me, and it's not like it was a particularly nice one, he wasn't even hard, and I felt my hole in my underwear.
Nope, still dry, but I know I'm going to have to wait. I just don't know why I'm so obsessed, when my therapist just says it's repetition compulsion. Whatever that means, but I just held it there, and lifted up the panel when I heard someone lock the door. All I could see what the top of his head, until he looked up, but then I could see the pink end pinched with his thumb. The stream of piss, and even the loud spatters when it hit the back of the urinal. It was over too soon, then he shook it off, and zipped up his pants.
I held my breath until he flushed, so I could let the panel drop back, and let it out in a gasp. The air up here was hot, and stale enough, but now I could almost taste my own breath, and when I let my fingertip out of the hole, a little ran out to roll down my wrinkles, and wet them at the bottom. Where they came together, and I rubbed it into the tiny pill of pleasure. I didn't have to hold the panel up to see, so I covered my mouth, and breathed on the back of my hand. The truth is, he didn't want to get caught, and me neither.
I guess he would fire me, when he knows that I can't help it, but he's given me so many chances, and the last thing he'd do is call me in his office to lock the door, and sit me down. Pull open his pants to show me it getting harder, and harder until it stands straight up, and I can see the underside. The wrinkles down the split in the bottom, and the hole in the top, flaring. The thick white drops running up, and then rolling down. Dripping and "Nh! Snh!" Grabbing me, and holding me down. On my knees, and covering my mouth so I can't scream. Shoving his hand down my pants, and roughly fingering me like this.
"Snh! Huh, snh! HhHhHhuhH!" Try not to breathe to loud, but I have to let my mouth go, and just roll over. Just breathe in the dry dust, and let the ripples of pleasure die down. Swirling around my head in the dark, and finally the sharp edge cut into my side hard enough to annoy me. "Huh!" So, I stuck my thumbnail under the panel, an peaked out over the shelves in the stock room.
This is the riskiest part, I can wait until everyone's busy to climb up, but there's know way of knowing how long he's going to be in there, counting the stock, and writing out the order. So, i rolled over, careful not to put my weight on the panels, and lifted up one to check the lady's room. Nope, empty, but I'm covered in dust, and sweat. it's just so much cooler down here, but I made sure the ceiling was back in place before I climbed down the wall between the toilet stalls. He's in the stockroom, making an order, so I can slip out the back, like I told him I would.
I just didn't say when, but as soon as I was outside, I laughed out loud at the freedom, the fresh air, and even the stink of the dumpster. Rotten produce, but then I jumped.
"Stuck around." I turned around, but Marcia just took a drag, and blew smoke out of her nose. "About time you finished up in there."
Her car was impounded, I forget the whole story, but something about it getting stolen, and kept in the evidence lot, because it was used in some crime or other. She pulled out a picture. "This you?"
https://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/d/DickSmith/456309/DickSmith-456309-Fingering_her_pussy_close_up.jpg
The tape ends wrapped around the corners, from the toilet stall, in the bathroom. I didn't even notice it was missing.
I just unlocked the door, and got in. My keys out. "Huh, how come you put pussy pictures in the lady's room, and dick pics in the men's?"
I just shrugged, and backed out.
"You'd thing that was ass backwards, I mean if a guy wants to see a dick, all he has to do is whip it out. You're crazy, but I like it. It's harmless."
"I don't want to talk about it." So, we didn't, and I thought about it. Honestly, I don't go in the men's room to look at naked women, so i wanted a dick to look at, while I was supposed to be cleaning it.
She didn't say anything when I pulled up in her parking space, but she got a $5.00 out. "Gas money."
I took it, "Thanks."
"You want to come in for some beers, or something?"
She knows I'm only 19, but if nobody's looking, I can ring up an extra 6 pack, and wait for our boss to be busy in his office to sneak it out the back.
"Huh, okay. Sure." I thought she looked at me funny, and I even started to like the attention, even from her, but I don't know if I can do this.
"it's hard to believe how much detail you put into it. It's really quite beautiful."
"You think?" I'm nervous, but I think I'm covering it up pretty good.
"Yeah, huh! You're really talented," she unlocked her apartment, "I wish somebody would raw me to look that good, but maybe you can channel the trauma from what happened into becoming some sort of artist."
"Oh, it's not art, it's just some stupid pictures. More like therapy."
"Erotic art therapy. Beers in the fridge." She threw her smock in the corner.
"Uhm. You want me to draw you, naked?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind."
"Oh, no." I think I can do that, "I'd love to?"
"You're not gay, or even a little bi-curious?" I shook my head, getting out my sketch pad. "Because I'd understand if that's why you're so traumatized."
"I'm not. Not really, I'm over it."
"I'm sure, that's why you can't stop reliving it." I flipped past the studies of his face. "Over, and over." His dick, his dick again, but almost from the side, when he turned before he ran for the door.
"Huh!" I looked up, but she just let her top slip off her arm on the couch. In her bra, I blinked.
"That's a really pretty bra."
"You like it? You want me to keep it on?"
I nodded, "Where did you get it?" Started sketching the basic lines, then looked up to wait for her to finish standing up. Kick her pants off. "Hold still."
"You want me to pose?" She put her arm up, in the doorway. To her bedroom, I just started sketching her shoulder. Matching panties, and a garter belt, but it didn't have the intricate pattern of lace like the cups, and the triangle of fabric over her pubic hairs. I don't have any brown colored pencils on me, but then again, I wasn't planning on her modeling for me.
"Huh, actually." She lay down, so I turned my sketch pad the other way. "You mind doing it in here?"
"I can see you just fine from here." She pulled her ponytail out, and shook her hair to spill over her shoulder, so I got out my eraser, and kneaded it nervously.
I don't know, maybe, if I let her seduce me. It might give me something else to think about, and nobody wants to see a gallery full of amateur police sketches, dick pics, and me masturbating bent over in front of a mirror. "Huh!" I got up, and looked around. She just had 1 chair, in the kitchen. Under the table, but I carried it over to the door, and went back for my art supplies on the table. She stopped rubbing her crotch, and sighed, letting her hand rest on her hip again, so I sat down. Put my leg up to balance the sketchbook over my skirt, and she looked down.
I honestly don't remember what color underwear I put on this morning. I felt them on my knuckles, up in the attic, so they must be one of the packs of cheap cotton ones, but they came in a rainbow of colors, so I just settled on white. In my mind's eye, she stopped rubbing the lace crotch, and put her hand up on her hip, when I looked up, and made up my mind.
"It's going to take me forever to get that pattern," I squinted, "I can't really see it from here." She felt up her tummy, to her bra, and rubbed it with her thump. Squeezing it with her fingers, and mine felt soaked with sweat. It had been a long shift.
"Why don't you come over here, for a closer look?"
"I was thinking that, maybe. If you let me borrow them, I can bring them back. Tomorrow?"
"I'm off tomorrow."
Oh, right, he always schedules them the same days, so she's there at work with him. He's got no idea that she's gay, or has the hots for me, so I guess that makes it a sort of love triangle, but she didn't pretend to check out guys with me, and crack dirty jokes about them, at work. So, bisexual?
"I'd have to take them off." She unbuckled the plastic clip, from her stocking.
"I've already got the outline." Finally, I got up, and untucked my top form my skirt. "Huh, you mind if we take a break, to masturbate?"
"Huh!" She just rolled back in bed, but kept her head turned to look at me. "Just touch me all ready."
"Okay."
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Marcia (Ff)
I've never been with another woman before, but it turned out to be easy. Just like masturbating, only I had my hands free to work on both breasts, while her dirty little fingers do the walking. She's just so young, and perverted. Drawing penises, and pussy, to put up on the doors to the bathroom stalls, but weird.
Especially putting a pussy up in the lady's room, for me to masturbate to on break. I was surprised when she didn't turn out to be nearly as meaty as she'd drawn, but she just pulled my hand out of her underwear, and she didn't take anything else off.
"I'm straight, but." She bit her lip, and went back to my hot swollen wet snatch. "Huh, I've never been seduced before, and you did really good."
"Thanks." I know, she told me that after what happened in high school, she always chickens out whenever a guy flirts with her, only to masturbate alone, thinking about what might have happened, but it's like drawing a picture. Instead of taking picture, with a phone, you can draw the line wherever you want, and she flattered my figure. On my back, with gravity to suck in my gut, I don't have to hold my back straight. My chest up, and my breath. I can arch my back, and hump her calloused fingers.
I can feel a hard little indent, on the side of 1 knuckle, where the side of her pencil presses in, and her thumb feels rough pressed into my pubes. Like I probably couldn't without twisting my wrist awkwardly, but it felt almost natural, to just let myeslf go. Relax, and let her fingers dip in and out, slick wetly up, and down to gently penetrate me again, then her thumb moved. Out of the way, and her wrist slapped my pubes, harder, and harder, with her fingers curled up, and squeezing the piss out of me so I didn't have to hold back, and I smelled it.
"SnhHhHhHhshshshph!" Biting my lip, but at that moment where the emotion, and sexual tension. He even asked me if I felt uncomfortable about the pictures she drew at her register, so the sensor kept trying to read the bar-code on the sticker, but no sale. She didn't buy it there, all we have is spirals, but she said she wanted to borrow my best set of underwear to draw the lace, and I don;t seriously believe that she's hold them up, and masturbate furiously, sniffing my pussy juices soaked through the crotch.
"NGAH! Huh, huhn nghm, hm!" My arched back just collapsed, and I went limp on the sheets. Blinking up at the same old drip ceiling, the same shadows across it from the light coming in the open door, and tried to breath. "Huhfuck, huhH! Hhuh! HhuhHhHuh uh!"
"Wow, you really, pissed all over the place!" She wiped her hand off on my stocking.
"Huh, you want me to."
"No," she cut me off, and turned around. Bent over to pick up her top. "Huh, just." she shrugged my hand off her shoulder. "Let me finish the picture."
"Can you hand me my bra?"
"No, that's okay." She went around the other side, but left her top untucked. "It's better naked, so I can get what's under it," but she picked it up anyway, and felt the lace cups. She didn't sniff them, but she turned one inside out, then folded up the straps, and stuffed the thong in there with them.
Then, she just went back to the door, and picked up her sketchbook. Sat down, and tested the pointing on the pencil with her thumb. "Huh, you think I could use your bathtub before I go?" She crossed her legs, covering up her lemon yellow underpants, but balanced it on her knee.
I shook my head, propped up on my elbow. "Sorry, just a shower." I feel a little like a slob, but if I had planned to invite her in, today. Okay, there was no telling when I'd have the nerve, but then she taped up that picture of her pussy, and asshole for me to masturbate to, but now I don't think that. I don't know what to think, it's some sort of compulsion, I forget what she said it was, but it's not OCD. I just need to straighten up, before I invite someone in, but I know I'm a slob.
"No, like this." She showed me, just the lines around the lace parts of my underwear, but I tried to strike the same pose as before. She nodded, and turned it back over, sideways on her knee. It didn't have any nipples, nor pubic hairs. Just a triangle around my hips, and waistband. The arch of the garter belt, I fidgeted, and played with the loose strap. The clamp pressed into my thigh, so I pulled it out.
"Why don't you get a shower, while I take these off." I pulled my knee up to start rolling down the stocking over it.
"Yeah, uh. You want me to go it alone?"
She shrugged, but didn't look back. Felt the back of the chair, and tapped her nail.
"You're really hot and sweaty, so if you want to join me."
I practically jumped out of bed, but she dragged the chair out of the way. I barely got to feel her crotch, and see her in her bra, but I literally jumped at the chance to see her naked. The way she really is, not just her imagination, but when she got in, she turned around.
"You want to wash my back, and my hair?" Behind me, I just turned around, and pulled the shower hose over my shoulder.
She said I was hot, but sweaty. She didn't mean it like that, or maybe she did, but I thrilled at the word hot, and I've always been attracted to girls, too. i just never knew one so perverted, sex obsessed, and compulsively drawing a penis over and over. I don't want to traumatize her again, but I feel a little more perverted. Not any gayer, but scratch curious out. Admit it, you didn't just think you're bisexual, you just never had the chance before, and she's not too young. Fresh out of high school, but I can buy her beers, I didn't have to get her drunk.
I know what it is, I touched her, and she pulled my hands out of her panties. Also, how immature she felt down there, but I didn't see it. Not really, but she thought to draw her own so much meatier than it felt, and her asshole, and well. Everything, it was just the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and why did I give her that picture back when I wanted to frame it, and hang over my bed? I know she'll never make me look as sexy as that.
"Thanks, for flattering my figure like that."
"Oh," she turned around, and blinked before I could aim the spray away from her bangs. Shaking her head, "No, you've got a great body, huh!" She looked down. "I wish I had hips like yours, especially." and she rubbed the bones with her thumbs. "Huh, you want to touch me now?" She looked up, shyly.
"You sure it would be okay?" I'm pretty sure she drew a man's hand down there to touch her.
"Huh!" She just hugged me, and put her wet hair on my shoulder. Pillowed her jaw on my breast, and I kissed her temple. Smelled my shampoo, or the residue I hadn't rinsed off. "I don't know, I just feel so lonely, and scared, but you don't scare me at all, and I want to try to make it work. If you are."
"Yeah, you want to stay the night?" she nodded, and took a deep breath. Sighed, and just held onto me. So, I rinsed off her back. "So, we have all night."
Better to take your time, and get it right, then mess it up trying to rush it. Much like drawing, I would think, but there's no eraser for hurt feelings.
"No? I just cleaned it out, I don't want to spend too much time in there, in case a customer comes in. Why?"
"Look, I'm sorry. It was probably some middle school boy, I didn't mean to accuse you, but are you all right?"
"Fine?"
"It's just, you know. You keep drawing those pictures, and how does that help?"
"I don't know, how to draw anything else?" I shook my head, "It's just stuck in my head, but I don't do it at work any more. So, you don't have to worry about that." He nodded, and let me go back to watching the register. It was slow, anyway.
"What was that all about?" Miranda asked me from her line, once she bagged up some old lady's fruit and vegetables.
"Just some misunderstanding," I shrugged. Then I had to ring up a 6 pack, but the guy pulled um his shirt to fish around in his pocket. His tight jeans, and that pulled the crotch tight over his balls. I think I could even imagine how his penis hung over them, off to one side, and his fingers reaching over to straighten it out. "Uh!" I looked at the register, "That'll be $8.52." Rubbing it hard, then pulling up his shirt to unzip his pants.
"I think I've got some pennies in here." He dug down, and fished out a nickel, so I got him 3 more. "Keep it."
He walked out, and Miranda went Oh My God! Silently, then came around her counter. 'did you see his rump?' She kept her voice down, but I laughed.
'no, his hump.' I grabbed my crotch below the counter. Through the apron, but I thought it might look a little suspicious if I went to the bathroom, so soon after getting busted for the exact same thing, but our boss came out with a rag from cleaning off the graffiti.
So, she went back to her station, and we finished out the shift, taking turns bagging for each other until some more cashiers showed up, and we had to open up the lines for the evening rush. Then, he counted the drawers, and clocked me out. "Go home."
"I'm gonna go out the back, thanks. See you tomorrow."
"I'm off, see you again on Tuesday."
I didn't hurry, but I heard the office door shut behind me, before I got to the back door. Looking back, I went around to the stock room, and climbed up the shelves to the drop ceiling. He has a fire-wall, around the office since that's where he counts the money, and keeps it in a safe. There's another one between the bathrooms, probably to keep sex perverts from locking the door to the men's room, then climbing over to the lady's, but I don't know why I do this.
Why I keep doing this, it's like drawing him over, and over again, and no matter how many times somebody asks me. "What's with all the dicks?" When they catch me sketching in public, but I don't fucking know. When I can get all kinds of porn on the internet, and even got some dick pics on my phone, I keep coming back to the same one.
The first one I saw up close, I was just hanging out with my friends, when this guy came in, and walked past the table. He went straight to the restrooms, and then he came back out, like he just wanted to take a piss, or something, but then he said "Hey girls," and flashed us. He got away, but somebody recognized him. Now he's in jail, without any teenage girls to flash, but you know what the weird thing is?
Well, probably the weirdest thing, at least to me is he wasn't even hard, at all. I mean, I looked up Dick Flash videos on the internet, and I have a compilation. I think he's got some kind of camera on his belt, because he walks around with a hard-on, from the side, and keeps stroking it slowly. Sometimes he's even in his car, or on a train, but he likes to go to the park a lot, and then some lady sees it, and she just watches him jerk off.
That, I kinda understand, maybe even dick picks, but that "Hey girls" flash and run, at the diner? I wish I could ask him, but I did get to see him on the news. [Flasher Arrested] and I recorded it on Tivo so I could watch them lead him out in handcuffs. His head down, and his face sad, when I didn't get to see his face. My friend, Sarah said yeah, that was him when they put the police sketch, but I just got a glimpse of his penis hanging out of his fly, then his back running for the door. He didn't even look back, but maybe he got excited, and beat off somewhere nearby.
Before the cops showed up to show us the sketch, but Sarah was the only one that saw his face. "Yeah," she nodded, "That looks like him." Nobody else looked at his face, I guess that's why they took so long to catch him. That ment the other 2 were looking at his penis, just like me, and it's not like it was a particularly nice one, he wasn't even hard, and I felt my hole in my underwear.
Nope, still dry, but I know I'm going to have to wait. I just don't know why I'm so obsessed, when my therapist just says it's repetition compulsion. Whatever that means, but I just held it there, and lifted up the panel when I heard someone lock the door. All I could see what the top of his head, until he looked up, but then I could see the pink end pinched with his thumb. The stream of piss, and even the loud spatters when it hit the back of the urinal. It was over too soon, then he shook it off, and zipped up his pants.
I held my breath until he flushed, so I could let the panel drop back, and let it out in a gasp. The air up here was hot, and stale enough, but now I could almost taste my own breath, and when I let my fingertip out of the hole, a little ran out to roll down my wrinkles, and wet them at the bottom. Where they came together, and I rubbed it into the tiny pill of pleasure. I didn't have to hold the panel up to see, so I covered my mouth, and breathed on the back of my hand. The truth is, he didn't want to get caught, and me neither.
I guess he would fire me, when he knows that I can't help it, but he's given me so many chances, and the last thing he'd do is call me in his office to lock the door, and sit me down. Pull open his pants to show me it getting harder, and harder until it stands straight up, and I can see the underside. The wrinkles down the split in the bottom, and the hole in the top, flaring. The thick white drops running up, and then rolling down. Dripping and "Nh! Snh!" Grabbing me, and holding me down. On my knees, and covering my mouth so I can't scream. Shoving his hand down my pants, and roughly fingering me like this.
"Snh! Huh, snh! HhHhHhuhH!" Try not to breathe to loud, but I have to let my mouth go, and just roll over. Just breathe in the dry dust, and let the ripples of pleasure die down. Swirling around my head in the dark, and finally the sharp edge cut into my side hard enough to annoy me. "Huh!" So, I stuck my thumbnail under the panel, an peaked out over the shelves in the stock room.
This is the riskiest part, I can wait until everyone's busy to climb up, but there's know way of knowing how long he's going to be in there, counting the stock, and writing out the order. So, i rolled over, careful not to put my weight on the panels, and lifted up one to check the lady's room. Nope, empty, but I'm covered in dust, and sweat. it's just so much cooler down here, but I made sure the ceiling was back in place before I climbed down the wall between the toilet stalls. He's in the stockroom, making an order, so I can slip out the back, like I told him I would.
I just didn't say when, but as soon as I was outside, I laughed out loud at the freedom, the fresh air, and even the stink of the dumpster. Rotten produce, but then I jumped.
"Stuck around." I turned around, but Marcia just took a drag, and blew smoke out of her nose. "About time you finished up in there."
Her car was impounded, I forget the whole story, but something about it getting stolen, and kept in the evidence lot, because it was used in some crime or other. She pulled out a picture. "This you?"
https://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/d/DickSmith/456309/DickSmith-456309-Fingering_her_pussy_close_up.jpg
The tape ends wrapped around the corners, from the toilet stall, in the bathroom. I didn't even notice it was missing.
I just unlocked the door, and got in. My keys out. "Huh, how come you put pussy pictures in the lady's room, and dick pics in the men's?"
I just shrugged, and backed out.
"You'd thing that was ass backwards, I mean if a guy wants to see a dick, all he has to do is whip it out. You're crazy, but I like it. It's harmless."
"I don't want to talk about it." So, we didn't, and I thought about it. Honestly, I don't go in the men's room to look at naked women, so i wanted a dick to look at, while I was supposed to be cleaning it.
She didn't say anything when I pulled up in her parking space, but she got a $5.00 out. "Gas money."
I took it, "Thanks."
"You want to come in for some beers, or something?"
She knows I'm only 19, but if nobody's looking, I can ring up an extra 6 pack, and wait for our boss to be busy in his office to sneak it out the back.
"Huh, okay. Sure." I thought she looked at me funny, and I even started to like the attention, even from her, but I don't know if I can do this.
"it's hard to believe how much detail you put into it. It's really quite beautiful."
"You think?" I'm nervous, but I think I'm covering it up pretty good.
"Yeah, huh! You're really talented," she unlocked her apartment, "I wish somebody would raw me to look that good, but maybe you can channel the trauma from what happened into becoming some sort of artist."
"Oh, it's not art, it's just some stupid pictures. More like therapy."
"Erotic art therapy. Beers in the fridge." She threw her smock in the corner.
"Uhm. You want me to draw you, naked?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind."
"Oh, no." I think I can do that, "I'd love to?"
"You're not gay, or even a little bi-curious?" I shook my head, getting out my sketch pad. "Because I'd understand if that's why you're so traumatized."
"I'm not. Not really, I'm over it."
"I'm sure, that's why you can't stop reliving it." I flipped past the studies of his face. "Over, and over." His dick, his dick again, but almost from the side, when he turned before he ran for the door.
"Huh!" I looked up, but she just let her top slip off her arm on the couch. In her bra, I blinked.
"That's a really pretty bra."
"You like it? You want me to keep it on?"
I nodded, "Where did you get it?" Started sketching the basic lines, then looked up to wait for her to finish standing up. Kick her pants off. "Hold still."
"You want me to pose?" She put her arm up, in the doorway. To her bedroom, I just started sketching her shoulder. Matching panties, and a garter belt, but it didn't have the intricate pattern of lace like the cups, and the triangle of fabric over her pubic hairs. I don't have any brown colored pencils on me, but then again, I wasn't planning on her modeling for me.
"Huh, actually." She lay down, so I turned my sketch pad the other way. "You mind doing it in here?"
"I can see you just fine from here." She pulled her ponytail out, and shook her hair to spill over her shoulder, so I got out my eraser, and kneaded it nervously.
I don't know, maybe, if I let her seduce me. It might give me something else to think about, and nobody wants to see a gallery full of amateur police sketches, dick pics, and me masturbating bent over in front of a mirror. "Huh!" I got up, and looked around. She just had 1 chair, in the kitchen. Under the table, but I carried it over to the door, and went back for my art supplies on the table. She stopped rubbing her crotch, and sighed, letting her hand rest on her hip again, so I sat down. Put my leg up to balance the sketchbook over my skirt, and she looked down.
I honestly don't remember what color underwear I put on this morning. I felt them on my knuckles, up in the attic, so they must be one of the packs of cheap cotton ones, but they came in a rainbow of colors, so I just settled on white. In my mind's eye, she stopped rubbing the lace crotch, and put her hand up on her hip, when I looked up, and made up my mind.
"It's going to take me forever to get that pattern," I squinted, "I can't really see it from here." She felt up her tummy, to her bra, and rubbed it with her thump. Squeezing it with her fingers, and mine felt soaked with sweat. It had been a long shift.
"Why don't you come over here, for a closer look?"
"I was thinking that, maybe. If you let me borrow them, I can bring them back. Tomorrow?"
"I'm off tomorrow."
Oh, right, he always schedules them the same days, so she's there at work with him. He's got no idea that she's gay, or has the hots for me, so I guess that makes it a sort of love triangle, but she didn't pretend to check out guys with me, and crack dirty jokes about them, at work. So, bisexual?
"I'd have to take them off." She unbuckled the plastic clip, from her stocking.
"I've already got the outline." Finally, I got up, and untucked my top form my skirt. "Huh, you mind if we take a break, to masturbate?"
"Huh!" She just rolled back in bed, but kept her head turned to look at me. "Just touch me all ready."
"Okay."
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Marcia (Ff)
I've never been with another woman before, but it turned out to be easy. Just like masturbating, only I had my hands free to work on both breasts, while her dirty little fingers do the walking. She's just so young, and perverted. Drawing penises, and pussy, to put up on the doors to the bathroom stalls, but weird.
Especially putting a pussy up in the lady's room, for me to masturbate to on break. I was surprised when she didn't turn out to be nearly as meaty as she'd drawn, but she just pulled my hand out of her underwear, and she didn't take anything else off.
"I'm straight, but." She bit her lip, and went back to my hot swollen wet snatch. "Huh, I've never been seduced before, and you did really good."
"Thanks." I know, she told me that after what happened in high school, she always chickens out whenever a guy flirts with her, only to masturbate alone, thinking about what might have happened, but it's like drawing a picture. Instead of taking picture, with a phone, you can draw the line wherever you want, and she flattered my figure. On my back, with gravity to suck in my gut, I don't have to hold my back straight. My chest up, and my breath. I can arch my back, and hump her calloused fingers.
I can feel a hard little indent, on the side of 1 knuckle, where the side of her pencil presses in, and her thumb feels rough pressed into my pubes. Like I probably couldn't without twisting my wrist awkwardly, but it felt almost natural, to just let myeslf go. Relax, and let her fingers dip in and out, slick wetly up, and down to gently penetrate me again, then her thumb moved. Out of the way, and her wrist slapped my pubes, harder, and harder, with her fingers curled up, and squeezing the piss out of me so I didn't have to hold back, and I smelled it.
"SnhHhHhHhshshshph!" Biting my lip, but at that moment where the emotion, and sexual tension. He even asked me if I felt uncomfortable about the pictures she drew at her register, so the sensor kept trying to read the bar-code on the sticker, but no sale. She didn't buy it there, all we have is spirals, but she said she wanted to borrow my best set of underwear to draw the lace, and I don;t seriously believe that she's hold them up, and masturbate furiously, sniffing my pussy juices soaked through the crotch.
"NGAH! Huh, huhn nghm, hm!" My arched back just collapsed, and I went limp on the sheets. Blinking up at the same old drip ceiling, the same shadows across it from the light coming in the open door, and tried to breath. "Huhfuck, huhH! Hhuh! HhuhHhHuh uh!"
"Wow, you really, pissed all over the place!" She wiped her hand off on my stocking.
"Huh, you want me to."
"No," she cut me off, and turned around. Bent over to pick up her top. "Huh, just." she shrugged my hand off her shoulder. "Let me finish the picture."
"Can you hand me my bra?"
"No, that's okay." She went around the other side, but left her top untucked. "It's better naked, so I can get what's under it," but she picked it up anyway, and felt the lace cups. She didn't sniff them, but she turned one inside out, then folded up the straps, and stuffed the thong in there with them.
Then, she just went back to the door, and picked up her sketchbook. Sat down, and tested the pointing on the pencil with her thumb. "Huh, you think I could use your bathtub before I go?" She crossed her legs, covering up her lemon yellow underpants, but balanced it on her knee.
I shook my head, propped up on my elbow. "Sorry, just a shower." I feel a little like a slob, but if I had planned to invite her in, today. Okay, there was no telling when I'd have the nerve, but then she taped up that picture of her pussy, and asshole for me to masturbate to, but now I don't think that. I don't know what to think, it's some sort of compulsion, I forget what she said it was, but it's not OCD. I just need to straighten up, before I invite someone in, but I know I'm a slob.
"No, like this." She showed me, just the lines around the lace parts of my underwear, but I tried to strike the same pose as before. She nodded, and turned it back over, sideways on her knee. It didn't have any nipples, nor pubic hairs. Just a triangle around my hips, and waistband. The arch of the garter belt, I fidgeted, and played with the loose strap. The clamp pressed into my thigh, so I pulled it out.
"Why don't you get a shower, while I take these off." I pulled my knee up to start rolling down the stocking over it.
"Yeah, uh. You want me to go it alone?"
She shrugged, but didn't look back. Felt the back of the chair, and tapped her nail.
"You're really hot and sweaty, so if you want to join me."
I practically jumped out of bed, but she dragged the chair out of the way. I barely got to feel her crotch, and see her in her bra, but I literally jumped at the chance to see her naked. The way she really is, not just her imagination, but when she got in, she turned around.
"You want to wash my back, and my hair?" Behind me, I just turned around, and pulled the shower hose over my shoulder.
She said I was hot, but sweaty. She didn't mean it like that, or maybe she did, but I thrilled at the word hot, and I've always been attracted to girls, too. i just never knew one so perverted, sex obsessed, and compulsively drawing a penis over and over. I don't want to traumatize her again, but I feel a little more perverted. Not any gayer, but scratch curious out. Admit it, you didn't just think you're bisexual, you just never had the chance before, and she's not too young. Fresh out of high school, but I can buy her beers, I didn't have to get her drunk.
I know what it is, I touched her, and she pulled my hands out of her panties. Also, how immature she felt down there, but I didn't see it. Not really, but she thought to draw her own so much meatier than it felt, and her asshole, and well. Everything, it was just the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and why did I give her that picture back when I wanted to frame it, and hang over my bed? I know she'll never make me look as sexy as that.
"Thanks, for flattering my figure like that."
"Oh," she turned around, and blinked before I could aim the spray away from her bangs. Shaking her head, "No, you've got a great body, huh!" She looked down. "I wish I had hips like yours, especially." and she rubbed the bones with her thumbs. "Huh, you want to touch me now?" She looked up, shyly.
"You sure it would be okay?" I'm pretty sure she drew a man's hand down there to touch her.
"Huh!" She just hugged me, and put her wet hair on my shoulder. Pillowed her jaw on my breast, and I kissed her temple. Smelled my shampoo, or the residue I hadn't rinsed off. "I don't know, I just feel so lonely, and scared, but you don't scare me at all, and I want to try to make it work. If you are."
"Yeah, you want to stay the night?" she nodded, and took a deep breath. Sighed, and just held onto me. So, I rinsed off her back. "So, we have all night."
Better to take your time, and get it right, then mess it up trying to rush it. Much like drawing, I would think, but there's no eraser for hurt feelings.