Watching Dani

I saw her pressing her crotch into the corner of the kitchen island and knew something was happening. Her legs were slightly spread, and it reminded me of my very early sexual experiences when I had figured out that a little pressure there felt nice. And ooohh…it looked nice too. 

I saw her bum muscles contracting and she thrust herself forward, and, knowing how wet she gets (she is worse than me in the arousal phase) I could imagine the state of her panties. Except, when she hitched her dress up, it became apparent that she wasn’t wearing any! Her barge sex on the granite counter….wow….the coolness of the stone against the heat of her arousal. 

By now she was in a rhythm and I would have given anything to know what was in her head at that moment. Both hand gripped the counter and her speed increased. Sadly, this denied me my view of her bum, but clearly she was close. Her breathing was becoming ragged and the occasional sound made its way out. 

As she neared her climax, I saw, strangely, her feet flexing, like she was coming up on her tippy toes. Her knees spread wider, presumably to keep her clit in the right place. And then it hit. Right up on her toes, she thrust her hips forward and finished off using her finger. But what was particularly enjoyable was watching her squirt onto the counter top. The physical position she was in to do this clearly caused her pain, but as I know, during orgasm, even pain transmutes into pleasure.  Then, once the moment had passed she bent forward and lapped up her cum from the counter…..talk about an erotic sight. I almost mewed in frustration since I would have loved to have done that myself. 

Miss Brain went skipping off down a dirty little side road of her own. “Imagine if she made you a sandwich right now. Her cunt juices on one side of the bread! Maybe she has already! Do you think you’ve eaten her cunt for lunch before now?” Well, no. I’d certainly know, but the thought was delicious. 

I realised it’s been quite a while since Dani and I did anything sexy together….and since I was standing there in a small puddle that she was responsible for, I figured I’d try and arrange something. 

It’s a strange setup here. Although we all do have sex together, we also respect one another’s privacy. This, for example, wasn’t an invitation. She just needed to get herself off. Likewise, later, when I intend to ask her to wank me off, she can decline should she wish. That has happened, and we are all so at ease with one another, there’s never any hard feelings. 

Later that day.

I suppose watching her had been on my mind most of the day and around 4:00pm, she usually brings me a mug of tea. Sometimes she’ll sit and chat, sometimes not. Today she did. I promise I hadn’t intended to even bring up that I’d seen her. As I said, I figured it was a spur of the moment thing. I wasn’t meant to see it….i just happened to is all. Even so, it brought back memories of Dani standing over me and squirting directly into my face…..or peeing on me….something I adore. It’s not so much her peeing…well, it is of course..but it’s more the expression she has on her face when she does it, and the position her body has to be in…up on her toes, knees spread, fingers holding her labia apart, pine curled forward and a deep look of intent on her face. (Oh..stop it Anna..this isn’t helping.) 

“You’ve no idea how much I’d love you to pee on me right now.” A voice. Who said that? Oh dear. Me…again! Dani smiled, and stood up, offering me her hand. I took it wondering where she’d lead me. My bedroom? Her bungalow? Nope…none of the above. We went down to the utility room. 

Our home server is down there in its humidity-controlled little room, with just blinking lights showing through the glass door….the rest of it is a large wet room with a drain in the centre and obviously it was here she had in mind. The laundry machines stood along one wall, complete with two hampers of washing…hers and ours. She kissed me, expertly undoing my zipper at the same time and my dress fell to the floor. She knelt, taking my panties down with her. When she stood up, I was naked before her and shivering in anticipation. She kissed me again, ending with ‘Kneel down you dirty little fuck.” Dani talks dirty to perfection. I obeyed her, of course. 

With almost painful slowness, she lifted her dress right up and tucked most of it under her left armpit. The, equally slowly, she spread her legs slightly, and held her labia apart. “I made myself cum today. In the kitchen. I rubbed myself against the counter top. When I came, I squirted onto it, then licked it up. I was thinking about when you squirt on me….on my face…in my mouth…in my hair. You make me feel so fucking dirty. Well, here’s your reward.” 

She showered me in just the way I wished. You have to understand, when a girl pees, it’s not just pee….it carries her pheromones. Yes, it’s ‘dirty’ and yes, there’s a place for that sometimes, and I suppose it’s a ‘Marmite’ thing…you either love it or hate it. Well, you should know by now where I stand. 

Dani finished and I immediately stood up. I was on absolute fire, and I needed to cum on her now…immediately. Dani knew because she shed her dress even as she sank to her knees, spreading them as she did so. I stood over her upturned face masturbating furiously. Oh, I could have marched straight through the gates of orgasm, but I forced myself to edge six times before finally I simply couldn’t hold it any longer, and I gushed all over her face. 

When I squirt, it is always prodigious, sometimes more than even that. This time it was immense. It arced from me and onto her face, filling the air with its unique, musky scent. Fuck…what a cum! Oh it was helped on its way by Dani sneaking a wet finger up my bum, but hey, all’s fair in love and lust, right? I couldn’t keep quiet. I moaned, and even screamed a couple of times. 

I actually saw her mouth fill with my squirt, and watched as she closed it to swallow, which meant the next jet hit her face. Time seemed to slow down, and it almost felt like I was watching from the side. Dani herself was masturbating of course.

Afterwards, she said “You know , it’s been a long time since you and I went to bed together and really, and I mean really abused one another….you know…role plays….toys…cane…..whips…the whole dirty, depraved nine yards.” She’s right. It’s been a while, but not, I suspect, much longer.