She squirms in the bed, trying to ease her arousal. After a few minutes, she thinks she will just touch herself, to hold herself over, but she wants t... be fucked.The problem is that she can still hear the television faintly downstairs as well as see the glow of the lights. Brock had seemed more than willing to risk it, so why can’t I? Decision made, she rolls out of the bed and creeps down the hall. As she approaches his door, she stops and pushes her shorts down and off. Then she walks in,. I trace a little circle with my palm,another. I feel how firm his muscles are, and how he fills his skin,almost to bursting, tracing my widening circles on his chest, and now hisstomach. His shirt has fallen off now: Did he, did I? He steps to me. Lipsbush again. Retreat. Advance. His tongue, again.His hands slide on my slip, mine on his stomach, hard and warm. My fingersscrape his trouser waist. Once. Twice. Then slip below.I'd felt him already, belly pressed to belly. In the hot, close space,. ------Caroline opened her eyes. She was lying flat on her back. The room was in darkness. She sat up. There was a faint glow coming from the window and she could hear noises from the street below. She looked around. She called to Mike but there was no answer. No Mike, no laptop. She pulled the headset from her head and stood up.Had it worked? She crossed to the window and gave an audible gasp as she peered out through the net curtains at the street below. The cars, billboards and traffic lights. Had she actually enjoyed that? She had cum, but she hadn't tried to. Or at least, she meant to do it solo. The event may have been unwanted, but she sure had liked it, sort of. Maybe she just liked being submissive, as embarrassing as that may be to admit. But wait, a gargoyle coming to life? Wasn't that a little far-fetched? Had it even happened to begin with?The shame shifted to guilt. Guilt that she had enjoyed it, or had least her body had, physically. Mentally, it hadn't really finished.