Current Blogs: MIKES APARTMENT stood and watched, he bent to the task of replacing the tire. Watching his muscles move under his T-shirt had a strange effect on me. My knees felt weak. I started to feel a moistening between my legs. I looked up and down the road, no traffic. I moved my hand to under my skirt, lifting it a bit. My fingers found the elastic of my panties, pushing it aside. I began to slowly play with my clitoris, now hard and throbbing as I watched his back, his butt, his hair, as he worked. I became lost in the illicit pleasure of masturbating behind his back. My eyes closed, my tongue traced across my lips. I was shocked back to reality with the words "All done". Before I could remove my hand from under my skirt, he had turned around. The smile on his face told me everything. The noticeable bulge in his pants as he stood reaffirmed that he enjoyed what he saw.
