Video chat x couldn't be a more perfect design. Thin scraps of fabric and flimsy straps covered just enough to kick his imagination into hyperdrive -- and that was when the thin scraps were dry. Wet? All bets were off. He'd seen tiny, red satin triangles that might as well have been adult text chat screaming "this way to the nipple". A particular favorite were the skimpy bottoms that made it clear who had the smooth, shaved pussy and who left just a tiny bit of bush. All those pert, glistening-wet bodies would be dfuckd across towels and deck chairs, sometimes for hours adult cam chat a time, his to survey.
He almost hated getting off his shift.
But when the afternoon finally rolled around, he was ready. Slinging his towel over his shoulder, he went back to the staff locker room to grab his gear before heading out. As he passed a utility closet on the way, he stopped at the strange sounds coming from behind the door. Curious, he turned the handle.
Tom's eyes nearly popped out of his head. On her knees between the spread legs of some guy he didn't recognize was Amy, his friend Joe's young sister. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Amy had been about to do, given that her face was scant inches webcam chat and from the guy's erect cock. However, any plans she may have had came to a screeching halt as a look of horrified recognition dawned in her eyes.
"Oh, God!" she squeaked.
"Amy? What the hell are you doing?" Tom demanded, glaring at both of them.
"Holy fuck," the guy swore under his breath.
Narrowing his eyes at the no-name jerkoff with his pants around his ankles, Tom warned in a low, menacing voice, "You have ten seconds to get your sleazy ass out of here before I beat it until it's as ugly as your face."
"Hey, back off, man! It was her idea," the guy snapped defensively.
"Ten...nine...eight..." Tom counted, staring him down.
Before Tom made it to three, the guy had done his pants up and beaten a hasty retreat, glowering as he went.
Getting rid of him had been the easy part.
The hard part was standing in the closet video chat x her arms wrapped tightly around her, looking like she wanted to shrink down to the size of a mouse and hide. Tom just stood there looking at her for a few moments, saying nothing. Amy just looked at the floor.
When he finally found his voice, Tom muttered awkwardly, "Come on, video chat x take you home."
"It's okay. I don't need a ride," Amy murmured shakily, her eyes still downcast.
"I think you do," Tom countered. |
