Safe Words: Angel's Grace, Chapter 3

The fact that Skyler got hard from this task made her stomach turn over. It was weird. She saw the big guy as a friend, and now here they were, put into this mutually shameful predicament, all at the whim of the powerful Grace Chen. And both of them were insanely aroused by the interaction, both of them trying somehow to be professional amidst this outrageous conundrum.

Her eyes averted from the sight of Skyler’s prominent erection. Then they drifted back. She saw it move underneath the fabric. Saw it grow longer by a smidge and watched as it shifted upright like the hand of a clock working in reverse. The knob end that pushed out the fabric had swollen larger in size.

Damn it. Somehow Skyler’s arousal made her arousal deepen. Like they were now simpatico.

She made a slight gasp, a puff of sexually anguished air. Her chin turned up and she gazed at the ceiling again. More wetness pooled in her folds and a wet tickle traveled between her butt cheeks again. There wasn’t a doubt she’d created a puddle where she sat. Last night in the back of the Mercedes, Skyler had taunted about her to grace, saying how Angel had it bad for Grace, how her wetness proved it and how virgins were like this. Like what? Horny?

When her eyes lowered again, she saw Skyler’s features furrowed with concentration. She looked lower and saw his hands shook. He was as turned on as she was. And he had the delicate task of clipping some nineteen-year-old’s pubic hair to his boss’s satisfaction. All while he had a massive erection bulging out his shorts. God, her eyes were there again. There on his bulge.

She widened her thighs, sucked in her tummy, and raised up her mound so Skyler had an easier time getting access to her sex. Also had brought her knee very near to his arousal. Her naked knee so close to a man’s penis. A big penis barely protected by a thin sheet of spandex and some light satin shorts. And his tending to her pubic area had made this man rock hard. She widened her knees for more than Skyler’s access, she’d widened them to touch his erection. But misjudged the distance. Only, now Skyler leaned closer and the belly of his bulge pressed lightly into her knee cap. She moaned and sucked in her lips. Didn’t move her knee, left it there so he could press into it if it made him feel good.

When she didn’t move her knee away, Skyler let it rest there and gradually the pressure increased. He liked how it felt. Liked to press his penis against her. Now she was quivering all over; even her arms shook. Her breaths came in shallow, airy gasps.

Her chin tucked down to see what his hands did. It was way too hot in here all of a sudden. Her upper lip had got warm and her forehead felt damp. Her hand clumsily unzipped her jacket and let it hang open.

Her pubic hair was intact, clipped to a uniform short length, all the long wisps zipped away now. Her pubic hair sparkled with the sexual dew dotting the short tufts. The insides of her thighs shone with her wet. Skyler’s hands also showed shining strips of wet where he had come in accidental contact with her labia while he’d shaved her.

At last he shut off the clippers and then set them down hard on the tabletop. the vibration thrummed through her butthole and her throbbing sex. A fresh gush spilled her creases. Skyler sighed. He’d seen it happen. Was looking at her pussy and seen it gush fresh lubrication.

Skyler tugged off his beanie and tossed it away, sighing like he was exhausted. He remained hovering between hr open naked thighs, breathing heavy, one hand on the tabletop like if it didn’t support him he would collapse on the floor. Guys at school had always bragged that their dicks were so big they got lightheaded when they got boners. She’d always thought that was a joke. Was it a joke? Could that happen?

She whispered, “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look up, but answered, “Yup.”

She looked around the room, not knowing what to do. Her stomach ached and spun, those tight knots of desire throbbed inside her hipbones. Her pussy pounded blood. It felt swollen like an inner tube, and warm and wet. And all she could think of was Skyler’s big boner making him lightheaded because she’d aroused him so much just sitting with her legs open while he clipped her pubic hair and she gushed sticky excitement all over the steel tabletop.

With quivering voice, she asked him, “Is this normal? Me, I mean.” She wagged her knees a little and turned up her pussy.

Skyler still panted, his breath cool between her dampened thighs and soughing over her tender and excited sex flesh. “Is what . . .?”

“You know,” she said. “How I’m so . . .”

Skyler looked at her pussy again and it made her groan. He said, “Wet?”

She nodded rapidly, chewing her lower lip.

He chuckled and rubbed a knuckle over a brow. “You’re fine. Not a thing wrong with you.”

“Other girls do this?”

His eyes met hers, one brow cocked. “Yes. But you’re still special.”

She gave him a sheepish one-sided smile, feeling foolish now.

Skyler had caught his breath now, saying to himself, “Okay, okay.” He stood upright and tried to hide from her the bulge of his arousal. “Angel, you need to get in the tub.”

She swiveled to look at the raised tiled dais. “The dog-washing tub?”

“Yeah, we need to rinse the clippings off you.”

Ugh. Of course he’d seen how the clippings had stuck to the wet of her inner thighs. “Okay,” she said, then slipped down off the table, her bare ass making a squeak on the metal.

She walked to the dais with her hands on her bare butt cheeks, blocking Skyler’s view, mounted the steps and lowered into the empty tub. She leaned across to the faucets and found a mix of hot and cold that was mostly hot but still bearable. The whole room was too hot now; her arousal had warmed her from the inside and the room had filled with the heat of the running hot showers.

She struggled her arms out of her zip-up top, sitting on the lip of the tub now with just a running shirt and a sports bra. She left the top on the stair below the tub lip and turned to see Skyler coming to the faucets. He’d taken off his fleece and untucked his shirt so it would hang over his bulge. It was still visible, even under the loose shirt.

A shower wand was attached to the faucet setup, and Skyler pulled a rod on the faucet, and the hot water stopped gushing from the faucet and spritzed from the shower head instead. He unplugged it from it cradle and tested the temperature against his palm. He was closer now, that threatening sexual bulge right in front of her eyes.

When Skyler looked down, he’d caught her looking at it and they both froze in awkward hesitation. She grimaced and said, “Sorry,” wincing her eyes, taking the blame for his erection.

Skyler didn’t chuckle or laugh it off, he looked disgruntled and grabbed his shirt hem, trying to tug it better to cover his erection. He shifted closer to her, and she sucked in her stomach again and tilted her pussy outward for his access.

As soon as the jet of hot water hit her pussy she gasped and scooted forward, slapping her thighs closed.

Now she panted, her puckered mouth fishlike and huffing breath. Her heart pounded in her chest and her scalp tingled with electricity. That was a half-orgasm. When Skyler’s water spray hit her labia she’d rocketed into an orgasm and had clamped her legs closed to stave it off. Now the orgasm wailed through her insides like an angry ghost. Her thighs shook and her lower lip quivered.

“Angel,” Skyler said, reminding her. “I have to rinse you off.”

What was she going to tell him? Oh, okay, rinse me off. But, just so you know, when you do, you’re going to see me come.

She nodded and gritted her teeth. Her hands gripped the tub edge and slowly she let her knees come apart. She prepared herself, holding her breath and ready to fight it.

But, no—as soon as the spray touched her howling labia her stomach tightened like a steel cable and she hunched forward. She grunted, fighting it, fighting the invincible.

“Ah, mm, oh no,” she gasped and bit her lips as an uncontrollable shivering orgasm rocketed through her, pinging off all her synapses and getting her wriggling and her stomach bouncing and unintelligible phrases muttering under her breath.

Skyler never averted the spray, knowing she was coming, but not caring or not perturbed, still wagging the spray over her sobbing pussy while her knees bowed in and out and the orgasm thinned but never went away. It dragged and dragged, coming in hot sickly-sweet waves that had her eyes fluttering and her head rocking back and forth. Then Skyler touched her between her legs, putting a big beefy hand between her thighs and cupping her pussy gently, working fingers through her folds to root out stray spiky hairs that might cause her discomfort.

Angel clamped her thighs hard on his wrist, his hand sandwiched against her pussy, and wrapped her arms around his thick muscular arm. She bit his shoulder; not hard, just held his thick flesh between her teeth as another orgasm began, just as wild as the first. She hugged his arm till she was shaking, tears streaming out of her eyes. Skyler never pleasured her purposely, but was not revulsed by her over-the-top reaction to sexual contact. He kept his hand where it was and let his horny young charge hump his hand and squeeze her thighs on him until she’d come another time.

If only that had cleared her head. She fell back again, her hands out behind her, an omnipresent desire to be fucked still thrumming through her tummy and her sex, and all up and down her central nervous system. Her eyes fell to Skyler’s prominent bulge again and she couldn’t stop her hand from reaching out to caress it.

Skyler pulled away, but not far.

She still panted, and hot desire wound up inside her like a red dynamo. She said, “Can I see it?”

What the hell would she ask him that for?

Skyler made a fist and pressed it against his hipbone, knowing they shouldn’t be doing this, but whirled up in the moment as bad as she was.

She reached again and Skyler didn’t draw away. She pulled on the satiny shorts and the waistband lowered over his bulge, showing his massive thing stretching against the black lycra undershorts. She could see the shapes of it, the arrow point of the underside of his cock head, could see the raised belly and the branching veins.

Her finger hooked into the waistband of the lycra now and her eyes went to his for permission. He didn’t stop her, didn’t tell her not to. She tugged the waistband down and revealed Skyler’s big naked cock. It bloomed toward her without the confines of the lycra, a girthy male flesh club with a bulbous end on it, the lone eye lowering to aim a look at her. It was so thick.

She brought her hand nearer like she would touch it, looking up to Skyler’s wild eyes. Still he didn’t stop her, though they both knew he should.

She touched the cushion of her index finger against the rosy grey cock head, swirled her touch around the tip, eyes going up to his, seeing him shaking all over.

She said to him, “My boyfriend’s isn’t like this.”

“Like what?”

“So thick,” she said, at last slipping her grip around the shaft, feeling it hot and gummy and so wide. And so hard. It pulsed clear lubricant onto her wrist—

Skyler pulled back, his cock slipping from her grip, him tucking it back into his pants and walking down from the dais, pacing around the tiled floor, breathing heavy, eyes cast down, hands on his hips.

She felt ashamed again, and closed her thighs.

While Skyler regained his composure, she used the wand to clean the slipperiness off the insides of her thighs, wary of her sex, careful not to direct the spray onto her pussy and getting this whole thing starting over again. When she was clean, she shut off the water.

Skyler had calmed down but he still couldn’t look at her. He stood with hands on his hips, kicking his feet out, his side to her, looking up at the ceiling and probably cursing Grace for saddling him with her sex-crazed college student.

He bent over, adjusting his erection in his shorts first, then putting his hands on his knees. He looked just like he did when she’d set a fast pace on the run and he’d struggled to keep up. He exhaled a long blubbery sound of perseverance, then said, “Grace wants me to wash you down in the shower, make sure you’re clean.”