Emily Watching

I’d do anything for this girl. Absolutely anything. “Sure….what is it?’” She seemed a little hesitant but soon she said, “I want to watch you masturbate. I want you to do it on our bed (heheh…she calls her bed ‘our’ bed) but I don’t want you to be conscious of my presence so…

She picked up a top of the range GoPro. No more words were needed. 

Settled on ‘our’ bed, I decided, or maybe Miss Brain decided, that I would not be naked…at least not at first. I sat on the bed and slipped my top off and remembered that for some reason Miss Brin had insisted on a bra today. One of my simple, old trainer bras. I stood to undo my jeans and slip them off and that revealed a pair of grey panties. I like grey panties…they really show wetness. 

I found myself aware of the camera, and that was getting in the way. So I lay back on the bed and began as I usually do, to lightly stroke my boobs. Having the thin cotton of a trainer bra in the way can be quite erotic, and it felt really good to stimulate myself through the bra…all very virginal. My legs seemed to open all on their own, and soon I had one hand lightly stroking myself through my rapidly dampening panties, and the other playing gently over my boobs. And then, as usual, I waited. 

I can get quite a buzz going all on my own, but I need Miss Brain’s cooperation if I’m to cum, and she might present me with quite literally anything. Like after I saw mares being covered by stallions at the riding stables, she gave me a fantasy not that I was being fucked by one of the stallions, but that I actually was one of the mares. Go figure! Another time, out of nowhere, she made me think of myself being led up to the altar in the school chapel, and being fucked on it in front of the whole school. 

But this time, I just had to wait a little before Miss Brain made my left hand move from my boob to the top of the duvet to my left. I hadn’t even noticed they were there when I sat on the bed to undress…well…not consciously anyway, but Miss Brain must have noticed that there were a pair of Emily’s panties there. Maybe she had this planned all along and had left them there, or maybe, which is more likely, she is just untidy. Either way, I grabbed them and brought them to my face. 

Inhaling my girlfriend off her panties is always intoxicating. There is the smell of freshness from the washing liquid of course, but then there is the scent of her vagina. No, I wouldn’t describe it as ‘strong’ as some people do on ST. No, it’s delicate yet pervasive, and uniquely her. I am convinced that while there is a common scent to vaginas, every girl has a slightly different variant of,it. And then, underneath that scent of femininity, the almost undetectable tang is pee which drives me wild. 

I slithered out of my own panties and spread my legs wide on the bed. Holding Emily’s panties to my nose, I allowed her to fill my very being with her scent. The orgasm began to build with almost unprecedented haste. 

And then something new….for me, anyway….I pulled her panties (reluctantly) from my face and looked at them, turning them in my hand until the cum-stained crotch was tented by my fingers. Then Miss Brain took manual control and slowly, I draped them down my body until they were between my legs. Slowly, very slowly, I pushed the crotch of her cum-stained panties inside me. 

And kept pushing.

And pushing.

Until I had most of her panties inside me. 

The orgasm nearly crushed me. I couldn’t breathe, and Emily showed me the video,later, and it looked to me like I actually started to turn blue! I guess some of her panties must have been on the outside because although I felt myself squirting, there wasn’t any mess to clean up. When I pulled her panties out of my hole they were, of course, soaked. 

I realised Miss Brain had given me no images, which is unheard of. The only thing I was conscious of was having Emily deep inside me.

Afterwards, a long discussion happened which, I hope you understand, is private. 

Later that afternoon we went into the city to a well-known high street sex shop. We walked straight past all the lingerie, and aimed for the sex toys. Emily doesn’t have any, but wants some. It was glorious watching her look through the goods on offer and asking me what certain things were. “Those are anal beads, Em. You push them up your bum and when you cum, I pull them out one by one to keep the orgasm going…or you can fuck yourself in the bum with them.” We discussed Ben-Wah balls, vibrators, of course and, much to my surprise, ‘strapless’ strap-ons. I hate the ones that look like a parachute harness, but at the top of the range there are ones that just look like an attachment to,panties. 

Since Em isn’t into being fucked I wondered why? “If I’m going to be fucked, I want it to be you, but….well….I like the idea of fucking you (pause) in both holes, since you said you like anal.” We ended up with a top of the range Lelu vibrator which I’m sure I shall enjoy as much as her, anal beads, a butt plug and the strapless strap on. 

Lastly (yes I know my contributions are getting longer…sorry….I’ll try to do better) we talked about fantasies and role play. Emily has no experience having sex outdoors other than the panty flashing we did at school, but I think with encouragement she is up for it. Role play/fantasies? Well, she often masturbates recalling what we did at school. “Sure an’ I often wank off thinking about staring at your panties when we were on that school field. I so much wanted to look inside them.” So, I plan to surprise her by rocking up one day in my school uniform. 

She has other fantasies which, for now, she has asked me not to talk about. 

Oh, and we plan to move in together. It’s about time I got a place of my own anyway, and, much as I love my family, I can’t stay at home forever. So we are home-hunting. I have a trust fund to dip into, and it’s time. I’m sure there will be tears, but life moves forward eh?