She sighed loudly but nodded. He released her hair and she stood up and then reached for her dress.
“You better,” she said with a pout. “I expect dinner and multiple orgasms as your way of making an apology.”
“Deal,” he said, tucking his dick away from view, and fastening his pants as he stood up from the bed. He stole a glance at the balcony again.
It was the first time I stopped staring at his crotch, and a part of me had wished he hadn’t fought her from continuing on.
“Come on,” he gave her a quick kiss, “I’ll walk you out.”
And just as quickly as they had entered the room, they had left. I considered leaving the closet and running through the slider since that was where Mr. D thought I was, but I was too afraid. What if they entered again just as I was crossing the room? They could change their mind and decide they wanted to have sex after all.
I remained in place, listening. It wasn’t long before I heard the door close, then the sound of footsteps in the hallway approaching the door. Mr. D entered and rushed straight to the slider and opened the door wide. He walked outside, looked left and right, then when he didn’t see me, he walked to the railing and looked down as if I was courageous enough to jump.
Maybe I should have.
Taking a steadying breath, I stood, opened the door to the closet, and rubbed the fabric of Mr. D’s shirt down my thighs to make sure I was completely decent. Well… as decent as you can be while wearing no panties and just having watched your principal get sucked off by a nearly naked woman.
“Jesus! Corrine,” he said, as I startled him. “I thought you were hiding out here.”
I pointed to the closet, feeling the heat from my face, and from my pussy, unite. “I was in there.”
He looked at the closet, then the bed, then me. “Fuck. Did you…” He ran his hands through his hair and took a long pause. “I’m sorry. I was trying to get rid of her without making it totally obvious something was wrong.”
I shook my head. “It’s not your fault.”
He looked back at the bed as his face turned a shade of pink. “Did you see—fuck.” He cleared his throat. “I apologize.”
I gave a weak smile, desperate to leave the room. Stepping back into my hiding place, I retrieved my things before turning around. “No problem. I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t be here getting in the way of you and your girlfriend’s evening.”
“She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just someone who I—” He shook his head and walked over to where I awkwardly stood. He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me out of the room. “Why don’t we just get back to what we were doing. I’m sure you have homework, and I have to work.”
I was never more grateful to have the conversation changed, but as he led me out of the room and down the hall, I wondered if he could feel that I had no panties on. Would he feel that there was no fabric seam beneath his fingers? And because I had no panties on, I wondered if it was obvious just how wet that entire voyeur situation had made me.
I glanced down and saw that his still hard dick tented his pants, and I realized that we would both end this evening highly aroused but with no way to quench the thirst.7Mr. DI needed to jack off.
Even though I had been trying to distract my mind—and body—with work for the past hour, the fact remained… I needed to jack off.
But that wasn’t something I was comfortable doing while a student of Black Mountain Academy was doing her homework in the other room. Especially since it was very likely that she had seen my fucking cock being sucked. Mortification would be an understatement, but there wasn’t much that I could do about that fact either. All I cared about was that Shelly had no idea that Corrine was hiding in the closet, because that would have been disastrous. And if Corrine had truly witnessed everything I was pretty sure she had witnessed, then she would be just as embarrassed as me and want to keep it secret as well. And I highly doubted she wanted to discuss it any more than I wanted to.
It was getting late, and I needed to get some sleep. I also knew that Corrine had to be tired, and I hadn’t set her up yet with a place to sleep. Going to the closet in the office, I pulled out extra blankets and a pillow and then made my way to the front room and—
Fucking hell…
Corrine was lying on her stomach on the couch reading a book. Completely innocent except for the fact that the shirt she wore—my shirt—had risen so far up her thighs, that I could see the lower part of her ass. Her toned, smooth, and perfectly touchable ass.