An Audience Of One

I woke up early one fall day to the sounds of somebody moving around in the bathroom connected to my bedroom. As my eyes adjusted to the early morning light, I saw that it was Hannah, my girlfriend, in the process of getting dressed and brushing her teeth. She had spent the night with me in my apartment, and as I sat up in bed and allowed myself to fully wake, I remembered that she had said she was going to be meeting some of her cousins for breakfast on this particular morning, hence her being up quite early. Hannah exited from the bathroom and appeared surprised to find me awake. She gave me an apologetic look. "Sorry. I was trying to be quiet," she said as she leaned forward to kiss my cheek. "No problem," I said. "Have fun with your cousins." "Thanks. I'll call you this afternoon, okay?" "Sure," I replied as I watched her leave the bedroom. Seconds later, I heard the door to my apartment open and close, and then I fell back onto the bed. My eyes shut, and I thought about drifting back to sleep... but then I realized for the first time that my cock was hard, as it often is when waking up. My eyes still closed, I pushed the sheet off my body and slid my boxers down, freeing my hard-on. I closed my fist around my shaft and started to jack off. Thoughts of Hannah - and what we had done the night before - danced through my mind; images of her face contorted in pleasure... of her eyes locked with mine... of her toes flexing and curling as an orgasm crashed into her... Needless to say, I was very turned on, with my cock already beginning to leak out some precum, which I worked into my length as I stroked faster. I was lost in my own fantasies and memories. Then, a sharp sigh from inside my bedroom caused my eyes to fly open. Much to my surprise, I was greeted by the sight of Hannah (back, apparently), leaning against the door frame with her jeans and panties pushed down to her thighs and her left hand furiously rubbing at her clit. I took my hand away from my cock and was about to speak when she interrupted me. "No, please, don't stop," she said, almost breathlessly. "I'm so close already. I want to watch you cum." I got my hand moving up and down over my shaft again, but I was able to find my voice. "I thought you left," I said. "I did," she responded as she dipped a finger into her pussy to pull some of her wetness up to her button. "So why are you back?" "Forgot my purse," she said, her voice betraying her building pleasure. I glanced over at the nightstand, and sure enough, there was her purse. I found the situation to be incredibly hot. Of course we had masturbated together countless times (and much more), but the idea of her walking in on me, and then being so turned on by it that she had to get herself off, too... well, it was unbelievably arousing. I jacked my cock fast and rough as I sensed the tension starting to build. My eyes focused on her own hand, which was frantically frigging her clit. That image was all I needed; my breath hitched as the tension within me uncoiled and exploded. My cock began to erupt, with deep, hard pulses of pleasure that sent my release flying up onto my stomach and chest. Hannah's jaw fell open and her eyes slammed shut as the sexiest whimper I had ever heard from her came out of her mouth. Her knees buckled a bit as her own orgasm flowed through her body. The hand that was working her pussy began to slow; her face was flushed as she opened her eyes to look at me. She exhaled a deep breath, which transformed into a few girlish giggles. I couldn't help but smile. "You're probably going to be late, now," I said. She grinned as she pulled her jeans and panties back up and reached for her purse. "It was worth it," she said, then turned on her heel and walked away, leaving me to enjoy the warm, content feeling that often comes after getting off. In all honesty, I had been slightly miffed that she'd accidentally woken me up earlier, but as I looked down at the remnants of the amazing orgasm I'd just had, I figured it had been a pretty fair trade-off.