Idle Fantasies: An Upskirting Gentleman

Alexia’s jogging down the street when her bag splits open and groceries scatter everywhere. Juan spots the spill and jogs over. “Don’t sweat it,” he says, squatting to help. She leans in too, skirt riding straight up—no panties, dark lips peeking out in full view. She has zero clue. New to the block, she just smiles, grateful some guy’s being decent. He offers to haul the rest to her place. She shrugs, why not. He follows her up the stairs and gets another clear shot of that bare ass. Inside, he helps unload. Every time she bends to shove something into a low cabinet, her smooth pussy winks at him. Finally she clocks what’s happening and flops onto the couch, blushing hard. “Pretty embarrassed right now.” Juan plays it cool, tells her it’s no big deal. She spreads her knees anyway, lifts the hem higher. “Fair’s fair—you got a look, I wanna see too.” He unzips; her eyes light up at the size. They stroke for each other, lazy and teasing, until she slides off the cushion, sinks to her knees, and wraps her lips around him. He rubs her clit and sucks one nipple, then drops to eat her out while she’s bent over the couch. She sucks him again, spins around, climbs on reverse-cowgirl, bounces until her thighs shake. He flips her onto her back, drives in missionary, then pulls out so she can gag on him throat-deep. They switch positions a couple more times, him pounding her slick cunt until he’s grinning like he hit the neighbor lottery.