Watch Me?

I make myself comfortable on my bed. I’m still fully clothed. A t shirt, skirt and panties. I wriggle myself comfortable and take a few deep breaths to centre myself. Slowly, my eyes close and for a few seconds it looks like I may have gone to sleep. I haven’t, of course. I am merely entering a different level of consciousness. 

Slowly, my left hand tracks up to my left breast, before it even gets there, both nipples are hard and poking at the material of the  t shirt. My lips part slightly, showing my teeth. My breathing is deep, full, and as my hand cups my boob, I take a deeper breath that sounds like a sigh. 

My right hand comes into play now, softly caressing my right thigh. My legs are not quite together, but aren’t quite apart either....not yet, anyway. I stretch sinuously, and my t shirt rides up, showing my flat toned belly. My skirt rides up to mid thigh. Now is the moment that my hand moves under my t shirt. It is joined by my right hand and I cup both boobs, lifting the t shirt above them as I do so. It’s quite a loose T, and it rests easily around my neck. 

Are you watching? Can you see my small, hard boobs? They haven’t changed at all since I was 13. A cups they were then, and A cups they remain now. I don’t mind. They work a treat, and anyway, they couldn’t be better when we have that schoolgirl role play we both like so much. 

My brow furrows in mounting frustration. As I squeeze my boobs and rub my nipples between fingers and thumbs, I draw my right foot up the bed to my bum and then slowly let it’s knee flop sideways. You can see my panties now, I know. Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t had all that electrolysis work done. It might be fun to grow pubes again, and have them sticking out from my panties. Now and then, a new hair follicle might produce a stray whisp and I must admit, when I see it on other girls, it does look quite sexy. 

Time for the other foot. Again, slowly up the bed to my bum, and then flop to the side. I’m in a position now that I find highly erotic. The only thing between me and you is a thin strip of cotton. Sometimes, being almost exposed is way more horny than being exposed. 

I’m wet. I know I am, and I know you can see it too! The material of my panties, a dark green looks almost black in a thin line that mimic my cunt. 

My head rolls slowly to the right and my hand tracks almost painfully slowly down my body. I reach under the waistband of my skirt. Why?  Oh because sometimes I like the restrictive feeling doing it like this gives me. It reminds me of rubbing myself off in class sometimes. Other times, well, you don’t know what I’m fantasising about, and I’m not going to tell you. 

You see my hand appear over my panties and my fingers curl between my legs. Their touch makes me gasp.  I’m so ready for this, and you just watching me is pure nectar. 

Next, my hand slips under the waistband of my panties and you see the material move as my fingers start work on my clit. Tiny little circles, first one way, then the other, before my hand moves further down. Briefly, my middle finger tents the material high before sinking inside me, making me gasp again. 

My left hand joins the party now. It pulls the crotch of my panties aside and for the first time, you see my sex. You also see the cum stains on my panties. Yes, I’ve been wet all day. Some of it has dried that lovely white you like so much, while much of it is still moist. I bet you’re remembering what it smells like too, aren’t you? Do you remember that time I playfully flicked a pair of my used panties at you? Did you think I didn’t notice you picked them up with your left hand, even though you’re right handed? And yes, I noticed how you squeezed and rubbed them between you thumb and forefinger before handing them back to me. I bet you wanked off smelling me on your fingers that day didn’t you? Maybe you should have asked. Maybe I would have let you take them home with you. Wet panties. A quick memory flashes through my head. I was 13. A friend and I were walking home through farmland, and she should have used the bathroom at school. She was increasingly desperate, and finally, she had squatted and simply peed her panties. I recall how the bottle green material turned instantly black. I also recalled how, far from laughing at her and ridiculing her, it was, up to that point, the most sexy thing I’d ever seen. 

But now, for the  first time you’re  looking at my vagina, my pussy, my cunt. It’s glistening with wetness, and I know you hope I’m thinking about you. My right hand has two fingers buried deep inside me now. It feels amazing. Oh, not like a cock of course. Actually, in some ways, this is better because unlike a cock I can direct my fingers to fuck me any way I like, and my fingers are way more flexible than a cock. 

I can feel my wetness running down my bum crack. The middle finger of my left hand is circling my bum hole. You seem to like that. Circling, pressing, circling some more before.........slipping inside it. First knuckle, second knuckle....third......... The wetness between my legs is heavenly to me. I love it. I love the feeling...the scent. I love the way that when I’m really wet, I can turn people’s heads. Oh, they’re not sure what they’re smelling of course, but I know. It’s my pheromones. My body announcing its readiness to fuck. 

I’m gasping now, and deep in my gut, a warm pressure is building. It rapidly stretches its tentacles between my legs, and my clit makes the jump into hyperspace where every touch seems to last a lifetime, yet a nanosecond, and brings with it an inexorable March to the inevitable. 

I’m uttering words now. “Fuck.....fuck me.....” some sentences, some nonsensical as images, scenarios flash through my brain. The loving and the violent, the obscene and profane. “Fu.......cunt.......bastard......cu........rape......” 

My head comes off the bed as my orgasm explodes. No wonder my tummy is so toned it has a six pack! I cum and a spray of milky fluid is spread around by my rapidly moving hand. If covers my sex and my mound and splashes against my inner thighs. If I had pulled my fingers out of myself, it would have arced across the bed and maybe even hit you. 

I convulse with each wave of pleasure. Looking at intently as you are, you can see my arse contracting around my fingers and the muscles around my cunt twitch regularly. My panties are ruined. Black with wetness. 

Slowly the orgasm subsides, and I lay flat on the bed, temporarily exhausted, lost between the world of extracorporeal extacy and the real world. 

For several minutes I lie there. You realise that you have barely breathed, and you feel light headed.....and more aroused than you have been for ages.

For the first time in your life, you realise that to ask to cum yourself would be to profane this sacred moment. 

I open my eyes, and slowly recover. I look at you and smile.

I take you by the hand and lead you to my bathroom. What we do in there is for another time.