Episode 5

"I will fuck you so hard, Stacey… make you scream my name… Yesssss!” He moaned, stroking himself faster.

At this point, she wanted to step inside and replace his hand with hers. She wanted to suck him, straddle his lap, and let his fantasy spill into reality. Her body ached with the need to touch him, to feel his dick in her pussy. But she couldn't muster the courage. She was scared. What if he got angry and sent her away? Her feet stayed rooted to the spot. So she stood there, watching, wishing, letting his filthy confession burn into her.

“Ah… Stacey…” he groaned with a thick and desperate voice. “Fuck… I’m going to cum… I’m gonna cum so hard for you.”

This time, her pussy throbbed and started dripping, soaking her panties as she pressed her palm between her legs.

 She couldn’t help herself anymore. She slid her hand inside and found her swollen clit. She rubbed it above her panty, but it wasn't giving her what she wanted. She hooked her finger in the waistband and pushed the damp fabric aside to rub her bare pussy. As she watched him stroke faster and faster, she began to rub her pussy. 

“Yes… yesss…” Luca’s head fell back in ecstasy. He grabbed the armrest with his free hand as his voice dropped to a guttural growl. “Take it… take my hot cum, Stacey…”

With a final, shuddering jerk, his dick erupted, and he began to shoot his hot cum at the picture, splattering it across her smiling face. He groaned, milking every drop out.

Stacey began to wish it was her real face and not her picture. She imagined him standing over her, shooting his cum on her face. She would open her mouth and let him spill it in her mouth. 

She kept her eyes on him until his breathing slowed and turned lazy before he let his hand fall away.

She slowly eased her panties back into place, wiped her damp fingers on her thigh, and stepped away from the door. 

She got to the sitting room and adjusted her dress before calling him.

 “Luca?” She called as if she’d just arrived.

“Who is that! Just a second,” Luca’s voice came from inside, sounding a little hoarse, as if he’d been running or… she knew better.

Stacey stood in the entryway. Her pulse was still thudding from what she witnessed moments earlier. She smoothed her hair with one hand, forcing a calm she didn’t feel. Soon, he walked out to the sitting room to see who was calling his name.

When his eyes landed on her, they widened slightly. “Stacey? You are here. How… how did you know where I live?”

She held the package a little higher, swallowing the heat that was still lingering low in her belly. “My dad sent me to deliver this. I’m… sorry for coming inside without permission. I knocked, but you didn’t answer.”

Luca glanced toward the door behind her, then back to her face. There was no sign in his expression of the raw, hungry man she saw just minutes ago. The only thing she could see was polite curiosity.

 “Alright,” he replied, stepping closer to take the box from her hands. “Thank you. And thank your dad for me.”

She nodded quickly. “Alright. I will.”

For a moment, they were silent. This was a perfect time to say something more, something reckless, something that would pull the truth into the light. Her mouth opened… then closed again. The words stuck like a stone in her throat.

“Uh… I guess I’ll be going,” she finally said, though it wasn’t what she wanted to say.

“Thanks again,” 

She nodded once more, turning toward the door. She walked into her car and looked back to know if he was watching her. And yes, he was watching her. He waved at her with a smile, and she opened her door.

The moment she slid into the driver’s seat, her hands tightened on the wheel. Her body still hummed, a leftover ache from the way she touched herself while watching him. Every blink brought the image back. The way he was stroking his dick. The way he groaned her name, how he loved her body, and how he wanted to fuck her.

She bit her lip and started the car, trying to will the heat away, but she couldn't.

On her way home, she imagined what would’ve happened if she had walked in instead of standing outside and watching. Maybe... just maybe, they would be fucking their brains out now.