Camila slipped on her tight black t-shirt over her pale pink lacie bralette. She adjusted it to make sure it hit her in all the right places. She picked up her checkered mini skirt, a Hot Topic flashback item, and slithered it up her legs. Camila had aged 8 years since first purchasing the skirt. Her hips and butt fully filled out the skirt by now for the perfect slutty image she was going for. She sauntered over to her full-length mirror hanging in her closet to observe just how slutty the image was.

The bottom of her ass cheeks just barely stuck out. If she bent over at all, anyone looking would have a complete view of her pussy. Panties were not part of the slutty ingredients. Camila reached down to grab a pair of black knee high boots and reached into a caddy drawer for baggy sweatpants to go over the skirt. Best for traveling, she thought.

She pulled out her phone, “Almost home sweetie?” she texted.

“Almost. Why? What’s up?” Evan responded.

“Do me a favor. Get a glass of water, take your pants off, and relax in your bedroom.” Camila quickly sent the one text and followed it up with, “Oh and leave the door unlocked please.” She smiled to herself, put on her zip-up, and grabbed her keys.

“Am I preparing for a robbery?” Evan questioned her.

“Nope. Everything’s safe. Just do it please.”

There was no response. Anticipation built within Camila as she hoped in her car and started the 7-mile drive to Evan’s apartment. Her curly hair bounced when she ran out to car hoping no one was around to see her cover-up. She steadied her heeled foot on the gas pedal attempting not to allow her adrenaline to take over.

20 minutes later Camila turned her car into Evan’s parking lot. She made sure to find a spot closest to his walk-up door. She stepped lightly on her toes to not make much noise up the wood stairs and eventually turned the door handle to #36. She looked around to see no sign of Evan. Camila undid her cover-up, leaned over to fluff up her hair, locked the door, and walked with seductive confidence to Evan’s bedroom. This walk was not quiet.

“Hello?” Evan called from his bedroom.

Camila opened the door and stood in the doorway with a hand on her hip, “Hello.”

Evan gawked at her over his brewery magazine. He leaned up in bed and put the magazine down, “Oh.” He began to get up.

Camila put up her hand in a stop sign, “Nuhuh. You stay right there.”

Evan relaxed back into his bed and crossed his legs, “Wait, it isn’t my birthday…or a holiday.”

Camila cat walked across the hardwood floor to the foot of Evan’s bed, “You’re right. It’s a Tuesday. Now take your shirt off.”

Evan smiled as he lost any brainpower to question her further. He started to take off his shirt, but Camila was now crawling on the bed over his crossed legs. He couldn’t miss watching her sulk over him and so he froze mid shirt pull.

Evan’s chest was moderately hairy. Camila wanted her fingers all over him. She straddled his legs and waited patiently for him to follow her directions. He threw his shirt to the floor. Camila ran her finger up his chest and kissed him from his belly button, to his glory line, to his chest.

Evan smoothed his hands over her back until he was cupping her bare ass. He caressed her and stared at her face as she worked his chest. Camila leaned forward a bit more to reach his neck. She sucked lightly. Evan was able to cup more of her ass in his rough hands and went exploring for a thong. He found nothing.

He forcefully pulled Camila into him with excitement and grew beneath her. He had no way to conceal it wearing only his boxers. She sat upright, balancing herself on his shoulders and allowing more pressure to fall into his lap.

“Mmmm, do you like that surprise?”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but yes. Yes. Very much.”

Camila giggled on top of Evan. He utilized his strength to order Camila down from her position and fall to his ready lips. His lips curved up into a smile as they connected with Camila’s. He honestly did not know what he did to deserve this.

Camila tightened her legs around him for stabilization, using his lips as the other major point. She brushed her fingers down his chest once more and reached in his boxers to find her thick toy with a tight grip.

Evan didn’t want to waste another second. He groaned into Camila’s touch and picked her up off him. He maneuvered himself off the bed immediately ripping off his boxers.

“Take off your shirt,” He gestured to Camila. She did so, but kept the bralette on.

Evan grabbed Camila by her hips and pulled her down the side of the bed where he stood. He bit her nipples through the bralette and then flipped her around. Evan kicked her legs apart, just slightly, and licked his fingers to lubricate himself some more. Without removing the skirt, Evan came up from behind Camila and lifted it so he could get full view of himself pleasing her.

Evan pulled her hips back a little more and directed himself gently into her pussy. She moaned with satisfaction. He quickly pulled out, waiting for Camila to cry for more. She reached around to spread her ass cheeks for him, but Evan caught her hand and held on. He thrust himself inside her and continued to tease her with hard and fast, and slow and gentle movements.

“Ah, fuck yes!” Evan screamed hoarsely. He closed his eyes, let his head fall back, and pounded into her just the way she wanted.