Thread: Her Naughty Secret (KatrinaUK and Dr. Strangelove)

Feeling partially relieved that this moment of tension is getting over, he almost sighs like a weight has been brought off his shoulders. Yes...yes, that's true...alright, good seeing you again. If you ever want to...we can grab a coffee in the morning if we get out to go to work at the same time, he adds nervously, his mind immediately scolding him for doing so, You moron!! she'll think you're hitting on her! , his inner voice says. As Rebecca walks towards her building's door in her simple-looking, unsexy clothes, he still has problems grasping what he saw last night. How can such a normal-acting woman become such a vixen when there's nobody around? And how did she develop those interests? Maybe her husband ties her down to the bed and spanks her? Maybe she gets completely bound while her husband fucks her? His imagination starts running wild as he enters the building. If he hadn't met her and talked to her, she would just be a mystery woman, but as she is an actual 'person' in his view, everything was getting extremely complicated. As he steps into the building and takes the lift to his floor, he realizes he has an enormous bulge in his trousers. I hope that couple with the kids is not around... , he thinks, as being seen by the family from the flat next to his would be horribly embarrassing with his rather large cock visibly rock-hard. They're on holidays! , he suddenly remembers, another sigh of relief leaving his body. Very predictably, he doesn't even waste any time putting his shopping in the fridge. The first thing he does is to open his laptop and once more, play the video of Rebecca last night, while he unzips his trousers, takes out his large, thick, fully-erect cock and places a tissue below his shaft as his hand starts stroking furiously. His other hand moves the video towards the part when she leans further and the entire dildo practically disappears in her mouth, his mind drifting off to images of his cock being buried down her throat. It doesn't take long for him to climax, a much more intense orgasm than when he masturbates to porn. Once this moment of hormone-induced frenzy subsides, and after he puts his shopping in the fridge, a more cerebral wave of thinking starts flowing. Surely, he must have given himself off as an insecure little idiot. Keeping the video for himself is the easiest option, using it to jerk off whenever he feels like it and never get to witness Rebecca's auto-erotic acts again - she will never repeat the mistake of leaving the curtains open, especially now, that she knows he lives just across her window. He cannot simply be sincere and tell her this - she would, at best, tell him never to talk to her again...at worst, she would call the police. What a predicament his mind and his hormones put himself into. He needs validation from someone, a perfect little harmless drug after he felt like he destroyed his chances with such a kinky goddess. Unable to resist the urge, he sends parts of the video to his two closest friends, whom he's meeting up with later in the evening. Their responses don't take too long to arrive Holy shit!!, She's hotter than any porn star!, How fucking deep is her throat??, She's your neighbour?, and other similar phrases falling into his WhatsApp. Once the evening arrives, as he prepares to meet up with them, this situation still feels insanely surreal and he has no idea what to do...or if he should do anything at all.