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Watching Dani

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Dani has really come out of her shell. She masturbates when and where the mood takes her, and sometimes I walk in on her. She has often walked in on me. Sometimes, we do it together, abut sometimes, she asks me to watch. Three time so far this has happened and each time drove me through the roof with arousal. 

But yesterday…


I can tell when she’s having a ‘horny day’. Her usual sweat pants or jeans are replaced by a dress, be-it short or long, it’s always loose-fitting. No bra. Sometimes, no panties either, or if she does wear some, they are of a contrasting colour to the dress and show through clearly. 

There’s a change to her scent too. I can’t say it’s vaginal exactly, she just exudes this aura of arousal. Perhaps there is a hint of vagina in there…..I think so, maybe, but it’s more just that she won’t have showered that morning. Yes, that’s it….there’s a naturalness to her. 

I always tease myself when she does this. Will she sneak off for a quick cut somewhere? Might I walk in on her? How will she do herself? If I’m extremely horny, (and when am I not since I became pregnant) I might picture her squatting over the floor drain in the utility room and indulging in a little panty-wetting. 

But not today. No….not today. Over morning coffee, I blurted out that she ‘…look nice today’. Fuck! As inelegant-a phrase as I could possibly have uttered. It dropped unsubtly into the conversation like a lead weight hitting a metal bucket. Dani cast her eyes down herself and looked back at me. “Oh…thank you. I’m feeling….well…you know.” She looked to sexy sitting on my enormous leather beanbag chair and I offered to leave her to it. To my delight she said “Actually, I’d like you to watch me…if you don’t mind?” Don’t mind? Is the Pope Catholic? 

I couldn’t even answer. I just nodded. She didn’t start immediately, she finished her coffee and we finished our conversation first. Then, effortlessly, she moved the conversation to sex. She really has developed. Sometimes she can be almost as dirty as me, sometimes soft, gentle and romantic. Sometimes potty-mouthed, sometimes not, but on the three previous occasions when I’ve watched her do herself, they began with an explanation of how she felt when she woke up. As I say, sometimes raunchy, sometimes romantic. 

“I was so wet when I woke up this morning. I lay there for a while just feeling my body. My boobs were firm and my nipples hard and erect. My tummy fluttered like it had butterflies in it, and between my legs, when I moved them, I felt the wetness. So, I didn’t change my panties this morning. I knew….I knew that I wanted you to watch me.” Then she fell silent. 

In her white cotton dress, she looked very young and innocent. No make up, I noticed, not a trace. Fresh-faced, virginal,…my mind suggested that she almost looked like she was in a first communion dress. Slowly, she began to unbutton is down the front, lying back into the chair. Her finger found each of the 22 buttons in turn, and the dress fell away from her. She was right about her boobs. They stood firm and proud, each surmounted  with a hard, erect nipple. Her hands cupped her breasts and a soft moan escaped her. “They almost hurt.” I saw her forefinger and thumb on each side squeeze making the nipple blanche, and her bum squirmed a little. I had barely noticed her knees slowly parting, but they were moving. 

I was wrong. They weren't black panties, but a shade approaching navy blue. As her legs opened, there was a clear, almost black wet patch of some size delineating her crack. Her right hand moved slowly down her body and slipped under the waistband of her undies. For a moment or two, I saw the material moving over her fingers and her hips rose and fell to meet the movements. 

After five, maybe more minutes of this, her left hand joined her right and exquisitely slowly, she eased her panties down over her bum, down her legs and off. They remained lying on my floor and I could see the full extent of the wetness on the inside of the crotch. 

And that’s when it hit me. Where was it? Where was the almost overwhelming desire to snatch them off the floor and lick them out? Where was the desire to finger my self? Dani was lost in a world of her own and wouldn’t have either noticed nor cared if I’d done either or both. And yet……I was keenly aware of the privilege of simply being invited to watch her. What a statement of complete trust. How…yes, how beautiful. 

Dani’s eyes were closed and all-but naked now, her left hand moved to her right breast while her right hand teased her clit…circling…..rubbing from side to side, and then she held it between fore and middle finger and moved up and down…a movement I haven’t seen before. 

She was talking to herself. Well, not talking, exactly, but her lips were moving in some silent conversation unintelligible to me.

Something tickled my cheek…..and then the other one. To my surprise, I found that I was crying. This indescribably beautiful sight in front of me was affecting me on the deepest, most profound level. I cast my mind over my body. I can’t claim that I wasn’t aroused at all, but it was nothing…..nothing at all compared to the feeling I get most times where I simply have to do myself. 

Dani was so wet now that her labia had parted and for the first time, I could clearly see her hole. Virgin no more, thanks to the attentions of The Lovely Chris, she was obviously very aroused, and now I could actually see into her a little. But not for long. Two elegant fingers pressed slowly inside her, while her fourth finger on her right hand teased and tickled around her bum hole. Her whole crotch was wet and glistened and the scent of her arousal pervaded the room.

I merely sat, gazing at this perfection in front of me, lost in the beauty of the moment. 

Dani was breathing faster now, and deeper. Her head was rolling from side to side, and her brown was furrowed. Now and then her legs would clamp together around her hand, before opening wide as possible again. Once, twice, three time, four time she did this, and on the fifth, I noticed that her fourth finger had penetrated her bum hole. 

Her back arched and I saw her perineum contract and release, contract and release as her orgasm took her far from this mortal world. 

Her fingers came out of her vagina glistening and wet, and an arc of girl cum jetted from her onto the floor, followed by another, and another. 

Slowly the orgasm left her ravaged body. The stillness in the room at that moment could only be described as holy. Not a single sound. Not a breath of air. Not a single movement. Who dares to profane such a moment? Part of me ached to drop to my knees and lick her cum from the hardwood floor….another part of me was furious that I’d even had the thought. 

I couldn’t tell you how long it took for Dani to return to the here and now….and it didn’t matter. Slowly, though, she did. Her breathing normalised, and her eyes opened. She sat up, not bothering to button her dress or reclaim her panties. Finally, the ability to speak returned. “That was the biggest orgasm I ever had.” She cast her eyes downward onto the floor. “Oops. Sorry.” And then she noticed my face was wet with tears. She rushed to me and enveloped me in the mother of all hugs. “Oh, I’m so sorry. That must have been awful for you…would you like me to….”

I realised that no, I neither needed nor wanted Dani to make love to me, although I know without doubt that she would have. “Dani, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. Thank you for trusting me with it, I can’t tell you how much…” and I couldn’t, for the tears fell unchecked again. 

About an hour later, I found myself in my bedroom. A visit to the bathroom revealed a surprise. My panties were soaked, and yet I hadn’t felt even the vaguest strings of arousal…..until now. Until the very second I looked, as all girls do…into the crotch of my undies as I sat on the lavatory. Suddenly it was a tidal wave of arousal. 

My hand was between my thighs in a second, and one thought, and one thought only filled my mind….the exact second when Dani squirted. Oh how I want her to do that….all over my face. 

My orgasm was loud. Very loud. I came hard and viciously. 

What Dani did was…exquisite. There is no other word for it. When someone asks you to simply watch them masturbate, they are bestowing a great trust. 

Firstly, they are saying they trust you not to ridicule them. 

Secondly, it’s implicit that they don’t want you to join in…or even try to. 

Thirdly…and for those who have never simply watched someone make themselves cum, you may think it’s the ultimate tease, but it isn’t you know. It’s beautiful, wonderful, magical.,

It was a blessed moment, and one I shall treasure. 

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