A Private Show
What’s a girl to do when she catches her teammate getting it on with another woman? Watch the private show of course!
It figured that today, of all days, would be the day that I couldn’t’ find the stupid battery to our invention. Today was the day of RoboWars and my teams robot was DOA. It wasn’t even time for the first match and it was looking like we had already lost. Luckily, we had a bit of a grace period and it would be an hour or so until it was our teams turn to battle. The team never should have left Eric in charge of making sure that it was fully powered and ready to go. Now, I was left to dig around in the frickin’ luggage to find the damn thing.
Why Eric couldn’t get it himself? Too busy flirting with a girl on the rival team.
I don’t even know what Eric was doing on the damn team. He seemed to be just a pretty face, looking to skate by on other people’s hard work.
Looking around the room, I scanned for Eric’s bag and pulled it out from underneath the bed. It only took a moment or two of digging around before I found the thing. I pulled the small battery from the bag and examined it. It never ceased to amaze me that something so small could hold such power — both literally and figuratively. Months of our hard work building our robot relied on getting this into it to power it up.
I slipped the battery in my pocket and pushed the bag back underneath the bed. Just as I was about to leave the room, I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
Sheesh, I look a mess, I thought, it wouldn’t be too much trouble to straighten up real quick.
Moving across the room, I entered the bathroom and shut the door. Moments later, I heard the door open in the next room and the sound of a woman moan. Oh fuck, I thought, Eric’s flirting must have paid off. I better get out there before things get to far.
There was no way I wanted to be stuck in this tiny bathroom while the stud got busy.
Opening the door just a crack, I found that I was already too late.
The beautiful brunette from earlier was sitting on the edge of the bed, skirt hiked up and a perfectly trimmed pussy was pointed straight at me.
Maybe if I’m lucky, they’ll be quick. A guy like that can only be selfish in bed. What? One, two pumps and they’ll be on their way.
Boy, was I wrong. Eric was a gentleman — he got down to his knees and started kissing his way up her milky thighs.
I felt a tightness in my core watching them and could feel a dampness grow between my legs.
Watching from the cracked bathroom door, my own wetness grew as I watched him work his way up until his face was buried in her pussy.
By the sounds of her moans, he had to be skilled with his tongue. Pulling his head back slightly, I stared in awe as he took long, luxurious licks across the lips of her labia. Licking her like she was an ice cream cone that tasted absolutely delicious.
A throbbing neediness made its way down my loins as I wondered just what his tongue felt like. Barely realizing what I was doing, my hand rubbed across the thin fabric of my chest, teasing over my nipples before working its way farther down between my legs. Slipping my hand beneath the waistband of my pants and past the silkiness of my panties, my finger slid between the slit of my lips.
A small moan escaped my lips as my finger circled around my clit. I had to catch my breath quickly in hopes that the couple in the other room didn’t hear me.
I knew I should make myself known, but watching them, being so close to them turned me on beyond belief. I’d seen my fair share of porn, but it was nothing compared to watching the action live. It was like a private show just for me.