I watched, like a stalking beast, looking over what I would soon have. My fingers moved over his chest once. His head moved in response. To the side, ...n short-- timed -- jerks.I imagined dripping water over his body. Or hot wax. I imagined him naked, vulnerable. I imagined giving him oral sex that would make him cringe, plead and beg.I imagined making him suck off each of my fingers. One. At. A. Time.Each time, longer than before. Hissing orders into his ear. Faster. Deeper. Wetter.Masturbating. They were as startled to see us, as we were them. We had learned that the men kept their distance from the students.These guys looked to be in their early twenties, tall well built and muscular. It was a warm, sunny afternoon and they had been working hard. Sweat glistened on their arms and what we could see of their chests beneath their muscle shirts. Celeste stared at them as if transfixed, but I was humiliated. They must know what we were, I thought. Sure enough, one of them blushed while. She suddenly hold my hand and placed it on her thighs and gave me an encouraging look, and that turned me on and I felt my cock becoming hard. She stared at my bulge and her face turned red, she placed her hand on it and rubbed my hard cock slowly. I could not stand it any longer and unzipped my pants and took out my eight inch cock for her to feel and touch. Her soft hand got hold of it and she stroke it slowly, before I could come, she told me quietly to put my cock back in the trousers and. Climbing into the seat in the back, kissing for the very first time, passionately.Inevitably his hand would reach for her boobs and the warmth from them would penetrate her thin dress. As his fingers moved over her exposed cleavage she would want him to caress her boobs and nipples. She in turn would reach for the lump that for certain would be in his pants.Vicky roused herself from that dream and decided to sit in the bedside chair fully dressed.“Hmm, no instructions, oh shit... there'll be no.