Lola - chapter one

The next morning I had a plan. I would catch her "in the act". Or pretend to catch her red-handed, rather. Go out as if I were on my way to work, and then come back unannounced after a couple of hours - as if I had forgotten something. The laptop was connected to my mobile and I could see which apps were active. The camera for example. Maybe it would work. So after breakfast I said goodbye.

- When will you come home? Lola asked
- It will probably be a bit late today... towards evening.

I am a freelance photographer and have very irregular hours.

- Bye, have fun at work.
-Have fun you too. What are your plans for today?
- I’m going to stay inside today, no lectures and boring weather.
- You can use the laptop if you want - I put it on the desk.
- Thanks! You are an angel.


At lunchtime I opened the door and stepped straight into the kitchen. Lola was sitting on a chair at the kitchen table, wearing only a tight T-shirt. The laptop was on the table with a video recording running. She was stroking her hard big cock.

- Oh sorry..
I made an effort to go out
- ….no…please stop…stay

She locked her eyes with mine. With a very slow movement, she brought her hand down to the root of the cock and held it there. It was throbbing. Her hips shook. Lola sobbed, and so she came, rope after rope right out into the air. Jizz all over the kitchen floor. She rolled her eyes and moaned.

- ooooh…oh my god…

I stood as if frozen., and so, without a saying a word, she got up, turned off the recording, took paper towels and wiped the floor a little carelessly, grabbed the rest of her clothes and ran straight into her room.

Yep, that it. . Oops.

I didn't see her for a couple of days after that. She didn't come out of her room unless I was out. I knocked on her bedroom door a few times.
- Lola. PIease don’t worry but we have to talk, right?
- Leave me alone Johan. In time, yes we will.

And one night when I was sitting watching Netflix, a pretty bad movie, Lola came out. Discreetly made up, wearing a girly nightgown, beautiful as a June morning. She looked like a perky teenager.
- Am I disturbing you?
- No - not at all. How are you?
- Okay, I guess. But also a weird mix of shame and excitement to be honest. And you?
- Alright. A little surprised I must say. Shame too, a bit… I stumbled in on you when you wanted to be alone.