Alison and I were talking about the thrill I get from simply being watched. I can’t deny the fabulous feelings it gives me and it’s a part of my sex life I hope I never have to give up. She understood the flashing panties part, but she wasn’t convinced about there being anything of benefit in letting someone watch me masturbate.
I told her that they watch with infinite care. They take in every breath, every movement, and it’s almost like they’re on the journey to orgasm with me, and that enhances my orgasm. Sometimes it makes it so powerful I lose control completely.
So, brave girl that she is, she said she’d give it a try, and asked me to watch her get herself off. So, we went to her room (probably because we have made love in my room and she needed more familiar surroundings.) I knew that I wouldn’t be able to touch her, and that hurt. I also knew that I would want to. My quim (trying a different word) also knew she would be getting no action and wept copiously into my panties.
Alison stripped quickly, and was soon lying on her bed naked. She took some deep breaths to centre herself, and began by running her fingertips over her nipples. My own nipples tingled in sympathy and began demanding some attention. Then she stroked down her tummy and parted her legs. Her eyes were closed and I wondered what she was thinking about. Her finger played idly with her labia, parting them, exposing her clit, her hole, her wetness. Alison’s scent filled the room, and I found my breathing deepening like it doesn’t when I masturbate.
She circled her clit and I noticed her tongue slip between her lips to moisten them and then her lower lip caught between her teeth. There was a sharp intake of breath. Clearly something had happened. She brought her left hand to her face and bit the knuckle of her thumb! I noticed my breathing was 100% in sync with Alison’s.
We were about as wet as each other too! I saw a creamy fluid oozing from her hole, and I wondered, fluid ounce for fluid ounce if we might not be the same there too? Then Alison’s clit moved! And so did mine! I felt a definite pulse.
Her fingers entered her, and I swear I could feel the same sensation in my own vagina. (Nope...hate ‘quim’) she began to,push her pelvis against her fingers while her left hand joined the party under the heel of her right hand and massaged her clit. Damn, I wish I knew what fantasy was coursing through her brain right now! I realised my knees were clamped together and my shoulders ached! This was because every fibre of my being wanted to slip my hand down my jeans and I was physically stopping myself.
I noticed I could see every pore in her perfect skin. Her cunt was running freely, and now and then I saw a pre-orgasmic twitch round her perineum. Her beautiful arse twitched too...God, how I wanted to push my tongue up there!
Softly, so much so I realised I had missed the start of them, I realised she had been whispering words. Just single words, not sentences. “Fuck..........cunt..........screw....” her two fingers, buried deep in her vagina started to rotate. Up to then I imagined she was doing that familiar “come here” movement with her fingers, but this looked more like a twisting, almost gouging movement, and fuck, was it horny!
It looked to me as if she was stretching her entire vagina internally.
And then....oh, and then.....that little finger skating across her bum hole. Remember, she was liberally covered in her cunt juices and for me it was almost torture watching that pinky. I found myself willing it to push inside up her bum.
Her movements came faster and faster, and her breathing became raspy. Her hips described a perfect figure 8 on the bed, and finally that pinky disappeared up her bum.
There was a moment of total stillness, as if time froze, and then the convulsions began. I saw her perineum twitch regularly, far more movement than mine makes when I cum. Alison grunted filthy words into the sacred air as her body tore at itself with unspeakable pleasure!
And afterwards? She lay there, eyes still closed, in a position of perfect peace, and I realised I was crying unashamedly. Tears coursed down my cheeks and splashed onto my jeans. I made no noise, because I didn’t want to contaminate the moment, but I had never seen anything quite so beautiful, so pure, so innocent before. It felt a privilege to be there to witness this event.
I couldn’t move, and when Alison opened her eyes and saw me crying, she flew to me and wrapped me up in a bear hug. She offered to make me cum, but that would have diminished what she had done.
I did ask her if she had felt different being watched? She said “l felt your eyes on me all the time. It began to feel like your gaze were actual, physical touches. I felt your eyes on my clit and it made me shiver.”
Afterwards, I needed some time alone. Oh, I was wet, my cunt ached to be filled, and my clit ached to be touched, yet Miss Brain suggested that it would desecrate what I had just been party to.
Oh, I did cum. Late that night, I crept like a thief in the night into Alison’s room and slipped into bed beside her. We kissed and her hand found my wetness.......
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