“Oh god,” he breathed, the sound barely audible but dripping with something I couldn’t quite name. Desire? Shock? Embarrassment? I wasn’t sure. What I did know was that the air between us had shifted the moment I’d turned to face him, my towel forgotten on the floor, my body on full display. Time seemed to stretch, every second a lifetime as our eyes locked. His were dark, almost predatory, and I felt my pulse quicken in response.“I…” I started, but the words caught in my throat. What could I even say? Sorry, didn’t see you there? That would’ve been laughable under the circumstances. Instead, I just stood there, my skin still glistening from the shower, my nipples hardening under his gaze. It wasn’t until I saw his eyes flicker downward, just for a second, that I realized how exposed I truly was. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but it was too late. He’d already seen everything.“I didn’t mean to—” he began, his voice rough, but I cut him off with a shake of my head.“Don’t,” I said softly, my own voice trembling. I wasn’t sure if I was telling him to stop apologizing or to stop looking. Either way, he didn’t listen. His gaze stayed fixed on me, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as he stepped closer. I could see the outline of his cock now, straining against the fabric of his shorts, and my stomach clenched with a mix of fear and something I didn’t want to admit.“I should go,” he muttered, but he didn’t move. Instead, his eyes trailed over my body again, lingering on my wet skin, my flushed chest, the curve of my hips. My breath hitched as he took another step, closing the distance between us. I could feel the warmth radiating off him, smell the faint trace of his cologne mingling with the steam from the shower.“You should,” I agreed, but my body betrayed me. I didn’t step back. Didn’t reach for the towel. Just stood there, letting him look, letting him see. His jaw tightened, and I saw the muscles in his arms flex as he clenched his fists. Was he fighting the urge to touch me? The thought sent a shiver down my spine.“You shouldn’t just stand there like that,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. It wasn’t a warning. It was a challenge. His eyes met mine again, and I felt my resolve waver. What was I doing? This was my boyfriend’s best friend, for god’s sake. If anyone saw us like this, it would be over. But the rational part of my brain was drowned out by the pounding of my heart, the heat pooling between my legs. I wanted him to look. Wanted him to see.“Why not?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I tilted my head, letting a strand of damp hair fall across my face. His gaze followed the movement, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. It was intoxicating, the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to devour me whole.“Because it’s driving me fucking insane,” he growled, taking another step. I could feel the heat of his body now, so close I could almost touch him. My breath quickened as his hand twitched at his side, like he was fighting the urge to reach for me. I wanted him to. God, I wanted him to.“Good,” I breathed, the word slipping out before I could stop it. His eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought he might back away. Instead, he stepped even closer, his chest brushing against mine as he leaned down, his lips just inches from my ear.“You’re playing with fire,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. I felt my knees weaken as his hand finally moved, hovering just above my hip. He didn’t touch me, but the anticipation was almost worse. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his lips on mine. Wanted to know what it would feel like to give in to this forbidden desire.“Maybe I like the heat,” I murmured, my voice trembling. His hand twitched again, and I felt the tips of his fingers graze my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my neck.“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with frustration. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back. It only made me want him more. I reached up, my fingers trembling as I brushed them against his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles tightening under my touch.“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. His hand finally settled on my hip, his grip firm but not painful. I felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my stomach, and it sent a wave of heat rushing through me.“You’re gonna regret this,” he warned, but there was no conviction in his voice. Just need. Raw, unrelenting need. I shook my head, my fingers trailing up his chest to his neck, where I felt his pulse racing under my touch.“I won’t,” I promised, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. He let out a low groan, his lips finally capturing mine in a searing kiss. It was rough, almost desperate, and I melted into him, my body responding to his touch with an urgency I hadn’t expected.His hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept against mine, claiming me, consuming me. I felt dizzy with desire, my mind spinning as my body came alive under his touch.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the rush of pleasure as his hand slid between my legs, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. I gasped, my hips arching into his touch as he explored me with a confidence that left me breathless.“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice breaking as his fingers found my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. My legs trembled, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he teased me, driving me closer to the edge.“I want to hear you,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck. I moaned again, louder this time, as his fingers slid inside me, filling me, stretching me. I felt a surge of pleasure as he moved his hand, his thumb still rubbing my clit as his fingers thrust in and out of me. It was too much, and not enough, all at once.“Please,” I whimpered, my body shaking with need. He kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he increased the speed of his movements. I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I was on the verge of breaking.“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. And I did. My body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through me, my nails digging into his skin as I cried out, the sound muffled by his lips. He held me through it, his hand still moving

“Oh god,” he breathed, the sound barely audible but dripping with something I couldn’t quite name. _Desire? Shock? Embarrassment?_ I wasn’t sure. What I did know was that the air between us had shifted the moment I’d turned to face him, my towel forgotten on the floor, my body on full display. Time seemed to stretch, every second a lifetime as our eyes locked. His were dark, almost predatory, and I felt my pulse quicken in response.

“I…” I started, but the words caught in my throat. What could I even say? _Sorry, didn’t see you there?_ That would’ve been laughable under the circumstances. Instead, I just stood there, my skin still glistening from the shower, my nipples hardening under his gaze. It wasn’t until I saw his eyes flicker downward, just for a second, that I realized how exposed I truly was. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but it was too late. He’d already seen everything.

“I didn’t mean to—” he began, his voice rough, but I cut him off with a shake of my head.

“Don’t,” I said softly, my own voice trembling. I wasn’t sure if I was telling him to stop apologizing or to stop looking. Either way, he didn’t listen. His gaze stayed fixed on me, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as he stepped closer. I could see the outline of his cock now, straining against the fabric of his shorts, and my stomach clenched with a mix of fear and something I didn’t want to admit.

“I should go,” he muttered, but he didn’t move. Instead, his eyes trailed over my body again, lingering on my wet skin, my flushed chest, the curve of my hips. My breath hitched as he took another step, closing the distance between us. I could feel the warmth radiating off him, smell the faint trace of his cologne mingling with the steam from the shower.

“You should,” I agreed, but my body betrayed me. I didn’t step back. Didn’t reach for the towel. Just stood there, letting him look, letting him see. His jaw tightened, and I saw the muscles in his arms flex as he clenched his fists. Was he fighting the urge to touch me? The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

“You shouldn’t just stand there like that,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. It wasn’t a warning. It was a challenge. His eyes met mine again, and I felt my resolve waver. _What was I doing?_ This was my boyfriend’s best friend, for god’s sake. If anyone saw us like this, it would be over. But the rational part of my brain was drowned out by the pounding of my heart, the heat pooling between my legs. I wanted him to look. Wanted him to see.

“Why not?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I tilted my head, letting a strand of damp hair fall across my face. His gaze followed the movement, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. It was intoxicating, the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to devour me whole.

“Because it’s driving me fucking insane,” he growled, taking another step. I could feel the heat of his body now, so close I could almost touch him. My breath quickened as his hand twitched at his side, like he was fighting the urge to reach for me. I wanted him to. God, I wanted him to.

“Good,” I breathed, the word slipping out before I could stop it. His eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought he might back away. Instead, he stepped even closer, his chest brushing against mine as he leaned down, his lips just inches from my ear.

“You’re playing with fire,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. I felt my knees weaken as his hand finally moved, hovering just above my hip. He didn’t touch me, but the anticipation was almost worse. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his lips on mine. Wanted to know what it would feel like to give in to this forbidden desire.

“Maybe I like the heat,” I murmured, my voice trembling. His hand twitched again, and I felt the tips of his fingers graze my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my neck.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with frustration. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back. It only made me want him more. I reached up, my fingers trembling as I brushed them against his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles tightening under my touch.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. His hand finally settled on my hip, his grip firm but not painful. I felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my stomach, and it sent a wave of heat rushing through me.

“You’re gonna regret this,” he warned, but there was no conviction in his voice. Just need. Raw, unrelenting need. I shook my head, my fingers trailing up his chest to his neck, where I felt his pulse racing under my touch.

“I won’t,” I promised, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. He let out a low groan, his lips finally capturing mine in a searing kiss. It was rough, almost desperate, and I melted into him, my body responding to his touch with an urgency I hadn’t expected.

His hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept against mine, claiming me, consuming me. I felt dizzy with desire, my mind spinning as my body came alive under his touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the rush of pleasure as his hand slid between my legs, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. I gasped, my hips arching into his touch as he explored me with a confidence that left me breathless.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice breaking as his fingers found my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. My legs trembled, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he teased me, driving me closer to the edge.

“I want to hear you,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck. I moaned again, louder this time, as his fingers slid inside me, filling me, stretching me. I felt a surge of pleasure as he moved his hand, his thumb still rubbing my clit as his fingers thrust in and out of me. It was too much, and not enough, all at once.

“Please,” I whimpered, my body shaking with need. He kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he increased the speed of his movements. I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I was on the verge of breaking.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. And I did. My body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through me, my nails digging into his skin as I cried out, the sound muffled by his lips. He held me through it, his hand still moving

A chance encounter in the hallway leads to a forbidden encounter between a woman and her boyfriend’s best friend. The story explores themes of exhibitionism and voyeurism as the woman, caught naked and vulnerable, decides to embrace the situation, leading to a heated and intense sexual experience, both of them giving in to the forbidden desire.

His Bestfriend Saw My Pussy

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