SHE LIKES TO WATCH

SHE LIKES TO WATCH by Anonymous Recently, I had a female roomate for a few months while she finished up herstudies. Our relationship was strictly Platonic. One afternoon, I was homealone and had just finished working out. I showered, and was drying myselfoff while looking in my full-length mirror. I admired my body as I let thetowel drop to the floor. I love the way my flat stomach narrows down to mycock and balls swaying slightly as I moved about. I brought my left handdown and gently cupped my balls, feeling their weight in my hand and slowlycaressed them watching my reflection in the mirror. I hadn't intended topleasure myself, but I was in no hurry, I was all alone, and it felt good totouch myself. I noticed that my cock began to swell with anticipation as itarose from the warm, moist patch of dark curls that cradle it. I love towatch my cock become stiff and seek attention. My right hand began tolightly rub the sensitive skin of my swelling meat, scraping it, gently,with my fingernail and watching it twitch with arousal. I realized that Iwas turning myself on and needed release. I didn't want to do it standingup, so I walked over to my bed and lay down on my back, my body still moistand flushed from my hot shower. I didn't think to close my bedroom door, asI was alone in the house. I propped two pillows under my head, closed myeyes, spread my legs pleasantly, knees bent slightly, cupped my balls in myleft hand, and began to slowly, deliciously, pump my stiffening cock with myright hand. I hadn't masturbated in a few days, and now realized how horny Iwas. I took a slow, deep breath and let out a soft, langorous sigh"...mmmmmmmmmmmm." I adjusted my hand position to rub myself on the mostsensitive part of my cock, the head. I touched the tip of my right thumb tothe tip of my right index finger in an "OK" gesture, and began to rub thecircle created by my fingers, up and down over the head of my cock. Thisfeels really, really good to me. I could hear the soft sounds of skinrubbing against skin. My pace was slow and pleasurable, a faint smilecrossed my lips. I sighed once more and slowly, erotically, began to sinkever deeper into my own world of solitary self pleasure, oblivious to mysurroundings. I began one of my favorite fantasies which involve anattractive woman straddling my face as I lay on the bed. She was kneelingabove me, facing my feet. As I looked up I saw her pussy and butt. In myfantasy, she slowly begins to lower herself onto my face. I watch herclosely observing every inch of sweet flesh as it approaches my face.Finally, she is upon me, and I drink her juices, lapping at her with mytongue, tasting her...smelling her...pleasing her. As I become absorbed inmy fantasy, my hand began to jack my dick faster and I changed my handposition to a full grip of my rigid meat. Pre-cum had bubbled out creatingwet, slick noises as I rubbed. I began to moan louder and breathe moreaudibly, when suddenly, I became aware of the sounds of footsteps in thekitchen and a grocery bag being placed on the kitchen counter. My roomatemust have just arrived home and I was so lost in my own goings on that Ifailed to notice. "God," I thought, "Did she hear me? How long has she beenhome?" I felt embarrassed and slightly frantic, as I froze and waited,straining to hear her. I was still highly aroused and yearned to bringmyself to climax. "Did she know what I was doing?" I held my breath,silently. I could hear and feel the pounding of my heart. I knew I shouldget up, quickly, and close the bedroom door , but somehow, things weremoving too fast. Before I could get up off of the bed, I could hear herfootsteps become softer. She was still for a moment, then I heard soft,faintly audible footsteps cross the hardwood floor of the entry way from thekitchen to the hall leading to my bedroom...then I distictly heard thesilent, and barely audible footfalls on the carpeted hallway leading to myopen door. I panicked. "What should I do?" Before I could do anything, shewas five footsteps from my room....then four. Each footstep was ever so softand slow, as if she were measuring each step to be as silent as possible.When the floorboards subtly creaked, I knew she was three steps away frommy doorway. Each step was about one second in duration. I knew that inthree seconds, she would catch me on the bed naked...masturbating. A finalthought of rolling off the bed and leaping to the bathroom crossed my mind,but it was too late. Along with my panic, I began to feel a strange anderotic sensation and I noticed that my cock was stiffer than ever. Pre-cumwas lubricating the head of my cock and I thrilled to discover, much to myamazement, a lewd, exhibitionist tingle at the base of my cock which spreadupward, like the pulsing of aroused blood, to the engorged tip of mythrobbing meat. Two steps...one step...I closed my eyes and pretended that Ihadn't heard her approaching. I thought it would be less confrontationalthat way. With my eyes closed I heard her last footfall at the threshold ofmy room...then there was silence. She was very quiet and still. I knew, atthat moment, that my roomate was watching me masturbate. It is difficult todescribe the sense of embarrassment and eroticism that I felt at thatmoment. I wondered..."Should I open my eyes and acknowledge her presence?She must have been intrigued, going to great lengths to be silent as sheapproached my room. Maybe she would join me and let me watch her..." I,however, was unable to do that. "Besides...she must want to secretly watch." I slowly, deliberately, began to move my right hand, carefully gripping myrigid, blue-veined shaft, up and down...my sensitive skin rippling undereach stroke, and began to relax and enjoy the sensation of being secretlywatched. My left hand cupped my balls, feeling them tuck up tightly againstthe base of my cock...feeling their fullness...ready to spurt boiling cumonto my hand. She remained ever so quiet, clearly able to see everybeat...hear every lewd, wet stroke of skin on skin, smell the wet, muskyscent of sex in the air. I wondered, was she observing me casually, or wasshe intently concentrating on every aspect of my self pleasure in order tobetter recreate the event later, when alone in bed. I realized that I wastoo far gone to stop. The combination of her secret voyeurism and my passionwere too much ... I as going to ejaculate in front of her and there wasnothing that I could do to stop myself. My right hand gripped my shafttighter. I pumped faster. The high-pitched "squish,squish,squish" sounds ofmy jacking fist were louder...clearly audible in the silence of my room. Ithen realized that I had never been as aroused. Brazenly, my left hand leftmy balls, dipping down into the crack of my ass to tease, momentarily, at myanus. I let out a soft, involuntary moan at this contact, and jackedfaster...jacked louder. My eyes were tightly closed, I held my breathsqueezing out the pleasure. Still, she did not move, not wanting tointerfere with my pleasure, silently allowing me to jack off...the secretvoyeur my most personal act...an act that should be doneprivately...secretly...not like this. And yet, here she was...at my doorway,her eyes feasting on my dick fucking my hand...watching...hearing...knowing. I felt the unmistakable tingle at the base of my cock telling me that myorgasm was near. I am beyond stopping now and must spurt..must spurt mycum...and there's nothing I can do about it. It feels sooooo good. Maybe thebest. I gasp aloud and feel my pelvic muscles begin to contract...begin toejaculate. My belly muscles contract spasmodically, raising my shoulders upoff of the mattress, my head falls back, eyes still closed, mouth open. Mymoans, each louder than the last, have a rising pitch"Ohhh......OOOOHHHHhhhhh.....OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Boiling jets ofwhite cum spurt onto my flying fist whipping it into a froth of tiny bubblesagainst the sensitive skin of my dark red meat appearing as if I had spiton it. My left hand cups my balls and steadies the convulsing flesh of mygenitals. My moans fade, replaced by deep, convulsive breathing...a look ofexstacy on my face as I tingle at the pleasure of jacking off. As I come down from my climax, I hear her footsteps ever so softly creepback up the hall. I hear the front door faintly close, and hear her carstart and drive away. She returns in an hour, not saying a thing about whatshe has just witnesssed. I might be my imagination but I sense her lookingat me differently, with a knowing twinkle in her eye. As if she were saying,"I know something about you. I watched you masturbate." Later, I felt somewhat guilty about the whole episode, and wondered what, ifanything, I should have done differently. This is where I must rely on thewisdom of the females reading this for advice. If you were her, do you thinkI should have, 1) stopped the moment I heard her in the kitchen, 2) Openedmy eyes acknowledging her viewing, and seeing what happened next?, or 3)continuing, as I did, and allowing her to secretly observe my masturbation. As I mentioned, I'm feeling a bit uneasy about this and I would greatlyvalue any female advice, directed to danscomp@vfr.net .