My girlfriends parents were next room but she still wanted me to fuck her

The Day I Developed a Taste for Risky Business

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. My girlfriend, Lily, was staying over at her parents’ place for the weekend. We had been together for over a year now, and our love for each other had only grown stronger with time. However, Lily was still living with her parents, which meant that our intimate moments were few and far between. I missed her touch, her scent, and the feeling of being close to her.

As the weekend approached, I found myself growing increasingly restless. I missed Lily more than ever, and I couldn’t wait to see her again. On Saturday afternoon, I decided to pay her a surprise visit. I drove to her parents’ house, my heart pounding with anticipation.

When I arrived, I was greeted by Lily’s mother, who seemed surprised but pleased to see me. “Oh, hello there, dear,” she said with a warm smile. “Lily is in her room. Go on up.”

I thanked her and made my way upstairs, my eyes fixed on the door to Lily’s room. I could hear muffled sounds coming from inside, and my heart raced even faster. I knocked gently on the door, and after a moment, Lily called out, “Come in.”

I entered the room and found Lily lying on her bed, her hair spread out around her like a halo. She was wearing a pair of skimpy red lingerie that left little to the imagination. My breath caught in my throat as I drank in the sight of her.

“Hey, baby,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I was hoping you’d come.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I crossed the room in a few quick strides and climbed onto the bed with her, my hands roaming over her body as we kissed deeply. Lily moaned softly against my lips, her hands pulling at my clothes.

We were both consumed by our desire for each other, lost in a world of our own. I trailed my lips down her neck, my hands cupping her breasts through the flimsy fabric of her lingerie. Lily rolled her hips against mine, letting out a low, needy moan.

I could feel the heat building between us as we pushed and pulled at each other’s clothes. Lily’s hands slid down my chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt. I tugged at the straps of her lingerie, exposing her perfect breasts to my hungry gaze.

As we kissed and touched, the sounds of moans and breathing grew louder, but we were too far gone to care. Lily’s hand slid down my stomach, her fingers finding the waistband of my jeans. She tugged at the button, and I lifted my hips to help her, my member already straining against the fabric.

I slid my hand between her legs, my fingers brushing against her wet heat. Lily gasped and arched into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. I teased her, circling her clit with my thumb as I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her slick walls clenching around me.

We switched positions, with Lily on top, grinding down onto my fingers. She rode me slowly, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she moved. I could feel the intensity building inside of her, her moans growing louder and more urgent.

Just as I felt Lily’s orgasm approach, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by a knock on the door. “Lily? Sweetie? Are you in there?” came her mother’s voice.

We froze, our hearts pounding. Lily Extract her lower from my fingers and glanced down at me with a mischievous grin. “Coming!” she called out, not missing the innuendo in her choice of words.

She practically flew off of me, tossing me a shirt to cover my bare chest as she smoothed out her hair and straightened her lingerie. “Just a minute!” she called, her voice steady.

I could hear her mother’s footsteps retreating down the hallway. Lily turned to me with a wink. “She’s gone,” she whispered.

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed Lily and pulled her back onto the bed, my hands roaming over her curves as we continued where we left off. She grinned up at me, her green eyes dark with desire.

This time, there was no holding back. We were driven by a primal need, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I felt Lily’s nails digging into my back as I thrust into her, her cries of pleasure mingling with my own grunts of exertion.

We rolled around the bed, losing ourselves in the heat of our passion. Lily’s moans grew louder and more desperate as I pounded into her, the wet slap of our bodies echoing through the room. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her orgasm building to a crescendo.

With a final, hard thrust, I buried myself deep inside of her, feeling my release surge through me. Lily cried out, her body shuddering beneath mine as she found her own release. We collapsed together, our chests heaving as we caught our breath.

As we lay there, tangled in the sheets, I couldn’t help but laugh. “We came so close to getting caught,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

Lily grinned up at me, her eyes sparkling. “But we didn’t,” she pointed out. “And, if anything, it just made it that much hotter.”

She was right. The risk had only added to our excitement, pushing us to new heights of passion. As we lay there, basking in the afterglow, I knew that I would never forget this weekend – or the naughty thrill of almost being caught.

From that day forward, my girlfriend and I had developed a taste for living dangerously – and we were more than happy to indulge. We knew when to be cautious, but we also knew how to have a good time. And, as long as we were together, that was all that mattered.