Look At Her

Emily. My beautiful, sexy, enchantress, my fiancé. 

She lies on our bed, dressed only in her panties. Her eyes are closed and she is, without doubt, lost in a sea of erotic thoughts and images. Many, I know, will involve me, but equally, I know some will involve our housekeeper, Dani. I am not threatened by this, since Dani is a highly desirable girl, and both Emily and I have masturbated to the thought of….well, many scenarios, actually, from simply watching Dani masturbate, to teaching her the pleasures of saphism. 

Emily sighs and her fingers stop their slow, wave-like brushing of her nipples. Her right hand travels down her tummy to the waistband of her panties. I know that a number of scenarios and images are flitting through her mind, but I also know that, like me, she will soon settle on one that will bring her off. She may tell me what she is thinking, then again, she may not. 

Her hand brushes over her panties and her legs spread. She has the cutest way of spreading her legs when she masturbates. The soles of her feet come together and her knees rest on the bed. She brings her feet higher up which exposes her crotch to my view. White panties, yes, but so very evidently wet. The cotton actually glistens. I feel a flood between my legs, and I use my vaginal muscles to squeeze it all out into my own panties. 

Emily moans….a soft, ethereal sound that seems to hang in the air long after she has ceased to make it. She uses the middle finger of her right hand to stroke between the swollen labia that now push against the material of her panties. I smile, and suppress a giggle. Men tent their pants when they have a hard-on, but women, some women, have  labia that swell visibly when they are aroused. Such is Emily.  Some girls have ‘puffy nips’, Emily has ‘puffy lips’. 

I catch the moment her fingernail disappears under the waistband of her panties, and I see the material distort as her hand cups her sex, her knuckles plainly visible. The knuckle of her middle finger seems to rise….to tent the material before disappearing from sight, and I know she has sunk her finger deep up her hole. The moment is so intense, I almost feel that finger inside me. I know how it feels, how it looks, how that finger would taste.

Emily withdraws her hand and, sure enough, the finger glistens with her arousal. Her left hand pulls her panties to one side, exposing her sex to my view. Oh, how I want to be there right now. I would lick her to a crushing orgasm, and swallow avidly as she squirts into my mouth. Another flood of wetness leaves my body, and again, I squeeze every last droplet into my panties. 

Slowly, so slowly it is almost agonising, Emily pushes two fingers deep inside herself, and begins finger fucking. She adores being finger fucked. I know now that there is no going back. Emily asked me to watch her masturbate, and I am privileged to be here. She knows, and God knows, I  know, how very much I want to make love to her right now, but if she wants my involvement, in any capacity, she will ask. I am not worried about this, since I know Miss Brain will know exactly what to do or say should I be invited into this sacred act. 

She is arching her back now, fucking herself with long, deep strokes, and I can smell her arousal now…and hear the soft, squishing sounds. Dear God, but she is wet. Her left hand little finger grazes her bum hole, wet with surplus juice, and the top joint slips up her bum. Her hips begin to rotate, not long now, then? 

“Talk to me.” The words are half whispered, half spoken, but their entirety invite me to paint an erotic image in her mind’s eye. 

Instantly, I know what she is thinking, and what she wants me to enhance with my voice. Her eyes remain closed, so I can begin. 

“I have Dani’s panties. I took them from her hamper this morning. I stood in her room and smelled her on them. They were still moist from last night, and there’s no doubt that she came into them. Oh Emily, you should have smelled them. Musky, light, full of her cunt. I sucked them too…..deep, long and hard. My head filled with her scent…..her cunt….I stood in her room, looking at her bed, and masturbated standing up. I felt myself cumming and at the exact moment I came, I held her panties against my……”

Emily’s back arches from the bed. Her face a mixture of beautiful agony as she cums. Her panties are aside and her fingers buried deep in her, but she still manages to squirt impressively. Our room is filled with the scent of her sex, her lust. 

I realise that, not for the first time, a tear is rolling down my face. Watching anyone masturbate is a privilege, but watching Emily do it is sheer beauty. She takes some time for her breathing to slow and for her senses to rejoin us in the here and now. 

She looks at me and smiles. “Oh, I so needed that. Did you really take her panties and masturbate in her room?” I shake my head. “Oh….well….it’s only a matter of time, I think.” 

There’s a pause in which neither of us move. I realise that our breathing is totally synchronised. How about that? Finally, Emily wriggles off the bed, takes her panties off and walks toward me holding them. 

“And now, Miss…..let’s see about sorting you out.” 

As she kneels in front of me, I open my legs as she hands me her soaked underwear. She issues two instructions. “Now, close your eyes…

…..and call me Dani.”