Category : Adult

Sub Category : Erotic

There is a dresser across the far side under a window with a small white holdal on it. It looks as though the window overlooks the garden she needs to get a photo of. Perhaps she could just carefully get the photo and go? She doesn't want to get further into her boss' bad books by seeming incapable of completing a simple task.
So she decides to move into the bedroom, tentatively skirting around the end of the bed, one eye looking at where she is putting her feet, one eye fixed on the naked sleeping man a few feet from her. From the end of the bed, she now sees that there is a riding crop discarded just by his knee, the handle end away from him. She can also now see more of his face, and the part of his lean flank, chest and stomach that is not pressed into the mattress. He has short, dark hair, a day's growth of stubble on a strong chin - may be in his early thirties. Definitely asleep. He is in good shape - probably goes to the gym, she thinks. Disappointingly though, the thigh of his top leg still stops her from seeing any more of his dick  and balls. She licks her lips involuntarily, then forces herself again to concentrate on what she's there for. She advances to the dresser, but accidentally kicks a pair of unseen high heeled shoes lying on the floor. They clatter into the legs of the bedside table. It disturbs the man - she freezes as he suddenly rolls onto his back, splaying his legs apart as they rest flatly on the bed, arms down by his sides too. The back of his head on the bed with his mouth wide open, luckily his eyes don't open and he remains asleep. She can't help but take a moment to study his now fully exposed body. She feels a thrill to look at his cock sticking just to one side of his balls between his parted thighs. He is big - either that or he is semi erect - or may be both. The shaft is certainly thick, and has a promenant vein running down it's darkly pink length. He looks sweaty down there. His pubic hair has been trimmed very short, leaving everything nicely bare. He is not circumcised, his foreskin half pulled back from the red bulb of the tip. Could she get away with taking a photo of him on her phone while he sleeps - just for proof  to show her best mate and have a laugh of course, she wonders.  She nervously takes a snapshot, but realises he may be waking up, as he rolls over onto his other side and groans. One of his hands reaches for his groin as his hips roll onto it.
She panics, and seeing the built in cupboard just behind her, opens the door and jumps in. Luckily, it is empty except for a few bare coat hangers on the clothes rail - which she just manages to avoid banging into. In one movement in fact she turns and pulls the slated door of the cupboard shut quietly behind her. Crouching down, she can just about make out between the slats what is going on in the room. 
There is a rustling of movement on the bed. She thinks he has turned over onto his back again - she can't quite see the top of the bed. He sighs softly, then perhaps he scratches himself. Then silence for a moment - then a sudden sound of the soft slap of skin against skin. Then a gentle sound of a rhythmic movement on the bed starts. Is he wanking, she wonders? She wants to have a look - but that would mean standing up in the cupboard, and moving closer to the inside of the door to get a good peek through the slats. There is a slap sound again, this time as though something harder is being hit. He moans softly. Before she can think any further she hears him get off the bed, and walk away from it on the other side to the cupboard. She takes the opportunity to move carefully right up behind the door, and stand, stooping slightly, so as to see where he's now gone at least.
He's gone to the ensuite bathroom for a pee - he's out of view but she clearly hears the splashing into the bowl. The bathroom door is wide open though, and she also remembers the big mirror on the wall facing the toilet, so she can't risk taking a dash for it. He soon comes back into the room.
It is nice to get a full view of him naked at last, even though he looks sweaty and half asleep. He has a broad chest with a thin covering of manly black hair, and moderately muscular shoulders and arms. His cock bounces semi erect off of his thigh as he flings himself back on to the bed again. From a mixture of fear of being heard and, yes, pure lust, she stays where she is, where she happens to have a much better view of the whole top of the bed. He lies on his back, hands joined behind the back of his head, his knees hanging naturally apart off of the surface of the bed with his legs bent. He is angled so that she can see over his right shoulder, down to his stomach, but not all of his groin. Although she can't see his balls, fortunately his cock seems to be swelling and sticking more proudly into view by the second. 
He then splits his knees apart further, bending his legs so that his feet are closer to his bum at the same time. His right arm moves and he reaches with his right hand on to the shaft of his cock, slowly but firmly pulling the skin as far down as it will go, stretching down the foreskin down from the tip. This hardens him further as he keeps the hold on it in place. He clenches his arse cheeks and his shaft twitches in his grasp. Gazing at the ceiling, he continues to lie there motionless, lets go of his member, and then pulls the skin firmly down again. His tip, now a more deeply red, flattens slightly from the pull exerted on it Now fully stiff, he moves his grasp to just below the tip, and with his thumb and two fingertips squeezes a little and gives himself several fast full length strokes, arse cheeks still clenched hard. He abruptly stops and slaps his dick hard with his palm. That was the sound she heard before he went for a pee. He pauses, lets out a little moan, then using the same grip on himself as before, strokes faster and more furiously again. After a slightly longer period he slaps his reddening shaft again. He then gives it two slower, firmer strokes. He releases and the thick shaft twitches. Then he reaches down with his other hand to his groin, probably grabbing his balls, and repeats the process. She notices that his breathing is getting heavier...