“Why don’t you take your shirt off?” I suggested. He tried but the shirt was stuck to his chest. “Here, let me help you.” I rolled the botto... of his shirt up his stomach. I stared at his chest when we finally got it off. I hadn’t seen his body earlier that day. He had a wife beater on. “See something you like?” he smirked. “Mmm. Yes.” I bit my bottom lip and traced his six pack with my index finger. He leaned down and sucked on my bottom lip. I moaned and he sucked a little harder. My other. Well this time I was by myself eating my sandwich and checking on my cellphone, somehow a car at the other parking lot in front of me flashed on my face the reflection from the sun, there was a holidays inn hotel at the other side that I could only see the last three rooms; the car had parked in front of the door of the room in the middle and guy driving the car was talking on the cellphone and I could hear his voice but didn't understand what he was saying and his voice sounded familiar to me. But as it came to the midpoint in the summer holidays where I was so bored of just being babysat while the rest of my family went out and enjoyed their lives, I took it upon my naive self to do something about it. At sixteen, I was starting to see the last signs of puberty. My balls looked a little bigger, but were still bald and my pubescent cock had a few hairs no longer than half a centimeter above it and it was still pathetically tiny. But still, while I was on my own I would never stop. .. the cleaner!! whoever it was she wished they would do or say something her pussy was sending waves through her she turned her head and said "whos there" she received a sharp smack across her ass so she obviously wasn't supposed to talk so she kept her mouth shut and waited.She felt someone trace lines lightly up the back of her leg her skin jumped and quivered she pushed her ass back to offer her self a muffled voice said " you are such a slut Sheryl" she didn't recognize it "yes" she said.