Shane's grunt echoed throughout the house. He didn't quite care. He had the place to himself, afterall. Everyone else was busy down at the campsite.
Another loud, unrestrained moan. He took advantage of the old man's home being empty. It'd been a while since he rubbed one out. He needed it.
He was close to letting another intense moan out, until he heard footsteps. The stairs creaked. He was panicing, but he didn't stop rubbing himself. It felt too good. Even in the face of being caught, he didn't want to stop.
"Is everything okay?" a concerned and familiar voice called out.
"Yeah," he replied, quietly grunting before continuing, "Why wouldn't it be?"
"I just heard screaming, and moaning, is all. I thought maybe you were hurt."
Shane recognized Andrea's voice now. He couldn't help but laugh to himself that Andrea was listening to him whack off, thinking he was hurt.
"Nah, sweetie," he replied, "I'm just rubbin' one out."
It was quiet for a bit. He took it that she didn't know how to respond, so he continued jerking. The silence was only broken by the sound of him frantically rubbing.
"Does it feel good?" Andrea finally asked. She attempted to sound confident despite the situation.
For a moment, Shane wasn't sure how to respond. He mulled a few different thoughts over before he got up and opened the door, his member exposed, hard, pulsing.
"Well, darlin'," Shane started, "It'd feel much better if you were doin' it."
She bit her lip, not sure how to reply to such a straight-forward move. She couldn't help but stare at his uncovered cock.
Shane was growing more and more impatient, and hard. The way she was eyeing his member only turned him on more. He grabbed her hand and placed it around his dick, groaning in pleasure as he made her rub up and down. Andrea, at first, didn't know what to do. She wanted to protest to the thought of getting him off, but found herself jerking him on her own.
With his hands free, he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her small tank-top down. He grasped her breasts and squeezed them roughly. The look on her face only made him harder, closer to coming. His hips rocked back and forth as she rubbed his throbbing member. He latched on to her thick, blond hair and pulled her down to her knees - a hasty suggestion for something that she was more than willing to do. She teased the tip with her tongue, licking slow circles around it. He found it difficult to not blow his load as soon as she put him in her hot, wet mouth.
"Oh, God," Shane grunted. He couldn't control the way his body quivered.
He kept hold of her hair and forced her all the way around his painfully erect cock. It was half-way down her throat when he came, his entire body shuddering as he blew his load.
He stood there for a while, trying to catch his breath. He smirked a bit as he looked down at her, taking his cock out of her mouth and tucking it back into his worn-out jeans. They held each other's gaze for quite some time.
Andrea was the first to say something. "Well," she smiled, "On a scale from one to ten, how was it?"
Shane chuckled. "You get a seven, darlin'."
"You've got to be kidding me," she shook her head, "I'm pretty sure that was at least an eight."
"We've got plenty of time for you to practice," Shane grinned his goofy smile, giving her a little wink.
