First, I saw the tip of a foot. It was in a cute little sandal almost the same color as the perfect skin that fitted with it. Then my eyes followed the endless leg to the end of the thigh and these long seconds were enough to get me hard as a metal rod. There were two teenage girls dressed as lifeguards and this wasn’t a really appropriated clothing for an October night but I surely won’t complain about it. I would even have offered myself to warm them up. I was trying to look with my eyes very slightly opened trying not to get caught. The possibility of getting found out only added more excitement to the situation. I took a glance at their red bathing suits as well as their amazing legs and I can’t wait for them to step on me. It took forever for them to get to me because the sandals made it difficult to walk on the dummies. But they made it! I felt the foot of the first one implanting itself in my right thigh and she put all her weight on it as she raised her other leg to reach the porch floor. Things got a little more heated when the second one almost tripped over me because she didn’t raise her foot enough and got it caught in my flank. She got mad and gave me a strong kick in the balls. “Stupid dummy!” she said. I needed an inhuman dose of concentration and willpower to stay still and not make a sound. I felt a wave of pain filling my body. She then presses her foot right in the middle of my chest and was amazed by how realistic it felt. She did it a couple more times, increasing the pressure every time, and she took pleasure in it but probably not as much as I did. The knocked on the door and Joe appeared to fill their bags with candies. As they went down the steps, one of them stopped to look at me. My heartbeat was going twice faster. She stared for about ten seconds and I was sure she figured me out. Finally, her friend called her and they went on in the night as I heard the slamming sandals on the ground.
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