She Offered to Watch Me Shower

In my early 30s I dated curvy brunette who was 8 years younger than me. Both of us had been raised in religious families, so our sex life was one of those "everything but vaginal penetration" things conflicted horny religious ppl do lol. 

I grew up shy and skinny and nerdy - got good marks in school, didn't know how to dress well - ill-fitting t-shirts and jeans and sneakers were my go-to - and I didn't get much attention from girls. It wasn't until my late 20s that I started to put some effort into figuring out fitness and fashion and began building confidence and comfort in my own skin. 

As a result I've always found the idea of a woman being attracted to me sexually or aroused by my body something mind-blowing and too-good-to-be-true. CFNM (clothed female nude male) has become a fetish of mine (if you can call it a fetish) - the man being the sexualized one, the one objectified, the one exposed and vulnerable; while the woman is the viewer, the one covered, the one in control. There's something about the imbalance that's so hot - both partners have power, but their power is different. 

I also spent nearly 10 sexually active years doing nothing but masturbating alone, an activity I engaged in with enthusiasm and shame in equal measure. So the idea of BEING SEEN engaging in masturbation became something both terrifying and exhilarating. 

Anyway, back to my story - the curvy brunette and I had made dinner at my place and were enjoying some drinks. I made an offhand remark about how hot the day had been and how I couldn't wait to rinse off in the shower before going to bed. She said, "Why wait?" and shot me a sly grin. 

I smiled, my excitement (and cock) growing. 

"Really?" I asked.

She nodded. "I could watch?"

Fuck yes, yes you could. 

I remember thinking that the sight of watching me undress would be an awkward mood-killer, so I told her, "Ok, gimme a second to get in."   I went to the bathroom, left the door slightly ajar, turned the water on, undressed, got in the shower, and soaped up. 

"I'm coming in!" she announced. 

My heart pounding, I pulled the curtain half-back, giving her a full view of my naked body. She was sitting on the counter with her drink in her hand and her straw playfully in her mouth. Her eyes took me in from head-to-toe, and I coyly tried to ride the line between "guy just having a shower" and "guy eager to stroke his cock for a beautiful woman." I soaped my body, turning this way and that to give her all angles. My cock was thick and heavy and growing, and it swayed and bounced as I washed everywhere BUT. What an unbelievable sexual thrill - here I am, naked and hard and wet for this clothed woman's excitement and visual pleasure.

Her eyes locked on my meaty cock, and she teased the straw in her drink with her lips and tongue, and smiled. There's something so electric about a woman's hungry eyes on a penis. For me it even might be even more erotic than her touching it.

I soaped it and my balls for her, putting on a show, and feeling the pleasure rising. She squeezed her thighs together and made little "mmm" sounds. "I like that a lot," she said as my "washing" turned into full-fledged masturbating. 

My orgasm was so powerful my knees almost gave out, and I launched ropes of cum a couple feet onto the shower tile. She smiled and hopped down and gave me a sexy kiss. We took care of HER orgasm later that night, but that's another story for a different time ...