II

Both gals seemingly enjoyed each other. At least, what I thought back then, and what I’m thinking now, is that it wasn’t their first time together. Although I couldn’t see their reflections in the mirror, it bothered me the least as I could see the sexiest gals I had ever seen in my entire life.

They were laughing all the time. 

Pinky sluggishly bent down the mirror, revealing her neat creamy panties and sexy lumbar. Her tits shook up, and only then Trisha couldn’t resist any longer – she hugged Pinky from the back and kissed her on her neck. Busty sweety shivered a little, leaned back at Trisha’s chest – they were kissing. 

I sneezed. As if on cue, they both turned their heads up. Realizing I was exposed, I laid on my back and closed my eyes. I didn’t doubt that Trisha would smash my face, and I decided it was easier to die lying on the rotten floor. Closing my eyes, I convinced myself that I was sleeping. Could a guy sneeze in  sleep? That's it – I was dreaming and couldn’t make any sound. Moving closer to the hole, I saw Trisha and Pinky kept cuddling as if nothing had happened. 

Pinky spread her legs a little wider, and I saw the groin, with Trisha’s palm patting the belly of her mate. I had already liked her pink hair and would have enjoyed anything about her, especially her boobies. I could hardly wait for her to take off the shirt. I wish they could figure out how to light 100 more candles as a minimum. 

Soon I realized that my erection had never ended since Trisha had gotten rid of her leggings, having just elevated from contemplating them both.

Even if they showed up here together, I wouldn’t be pretending that I haven’t seen anything – it just wouldn't work. Ha-ha.

And then, getting to the point, I heard indistinct, “What are you looking at, you little pervert?”

I recoiled into the dark – I thought she accompanied those words with a menacing cry. I didn't know what I'd got to do – should I stay or should I go? Frankly, no power on Earth could force me to do the latter.

But when I got closer to the peephole, girlfriends looked at each other, twittering something nice; I supposed they had nothing to do with me here upstairs. 

Again, I stared at Pinky's crotch, covered with a large Trisha's palm. She turned a little, and the edge of her panties shifted, and I saw her beautiful round ass right up. She stood on her knees while Pinky was lying on her back – their firstly sluggish passion had somehow rekindled. Or was it me who turned them on? 

The thin lacy fabric of Trisha's panties has affected my sight as Pinky's boobs did. I wish they both were completely naked! 

Pinky put her arms on Trisha's back, yet both were chuckling, kissing, and kissing and chuckling. I'm sure they knew I was spying on them, and one of the pieces of evidence was their louder winning, and the sounds they made were a little flashy, mainly those sophisticated groans. 

“No way they would ever stop,” I thought, trying to catch each moment of that real-time performance – enjoy a free ride, pal! All I wanted was my fear and their clothes to vanish.

I looked at them now with increasingly expected anticipation of a more intimate approach of two young girls playing with one another. I decided to keep it to myself no matter what awaited me. What I had already seen was never enough for a 17-year-old, but now I'm sure it's too much for a guy in his 50s. Trisha squeezed Pinky's tits through the cloth, licked her lips, and whispered something tender.

“Never let her go, never,” I prayed.

I couldn't take my eyes off them both, trying to remember each delicate move, so astounding it was in its grace. Involuntarily, I laid my eyes on Trisha's ass and couldn't move, begging for her mercy. Meanwhile, Pinky grabbed that ass with her tiny hands and put her fingers under the pants, trying to pull them down. Trisha lazily shook that ass, not letting the imminent happen too quickly. She was still in the man's shirt, though, but it in no way hindered my job.

But her panties moved down even faster than I had thought, and now Trisha's pussy was in my sight. She abruptly lifted Pinky's tee and carefully started kissing her nipples. Unfortunately, the light was dim, and I couldn't have taken the whole picture, but I was happy even with that piece.

Pinky ran her fingers under Trisha's shirt. She pulled it over, and her breasts were before my eyes. That was the first time I saw her small tits so close, even from an uncomfortable angle. I remember thinking she wouldn't have played for the school team if she had been busty. 

“Yet she's beautiful,” I thought and turned away. For a moment, I felt embarrassed, as if I saw my sister posing. I tried to get myself together for a few minutes, but clearly, I didn't want to stop even though I felt pissed off. Since I'd caught Trisha's glimpse, I no longer felt secure.

But it was a true story, as close as it could have been. And I did want to get much more intimate. I think I almost physically sensed that tactile language, and seeing Trisha caressing the girl all over her body was a growing torture. And watching the calibrated moves of her hips was unbearable, too.

However, Trisha’s gentleness was mesmerizing – how she looked at Pinky was touching, and it pleased me more than intimacy. Yes, I liked them both, but I knew I was being superfluous, and by embedding this awareness, I demolished my essence. Soon I realized that Trisha was trying to drag herself from the stage while I was dragging myself from despair.

I pulled myself away to reflect back on what had happened that night. I was lying on the floor, hearing their dull moans only.   

When I finally decided to throw a glance and go into the night, I saw Pinky lying all naked when suddenly Trisha turned her head to the ceiling and shouted, “Not a word, you little pervert!”