We currently have stories with more being added every day

Watching me...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 09 Apr 1998 2 comments
1 likes views Category: Sex Stories Female Lesbian Tags:

Watching me... by Now with two very arousing stories fresh from my printer, I lean back and sip on the cold beer as thesummer breeze crosses the small room I have made into a home office. I read slowly, letting the wordssoak in, arouse me, transport me to you. I find my body tense a bit from the arousal that starts deep within me. A few beads of sweat movesdown my head, over my neck, and across my bare chest. Your words intoxicate me more...arouse memore. My hand moves to my boxers and slowly strokes the hardness beneath. I let the feeling pull mein, imagine that the stories I am reading are happening.... Finally I can take no more and release my manhood from it's confines. My cock is hard, it's headstretched and red from arousal. My fingers move over the shaft, long, slow strokes, paying extraattention to the tip and the sensitive spot just beneath the head. I am deep in my own arousal, yourwritten words having their desired effect. I am now openly masturbating my swollen member, groaning,saying your name, getting even harder and hotter still. And then suddenly I look up and you are there, standing in the doorway. I wonder how, why this ispossible, but you just smile. I try to hide my erection, embarrassed despite the openness we haveshared. "It's ok." You say. "I was enjoying the show." "Oh?" I reply, my usual calm and cautious demeanor melting away from the eroticism of thesituation. "Shall I continue?" "Oh yes, but only if I can watch...and maybe join you." You smile broadly as you pull your t-shirtover your head, braless, your lucious breasts so inviting. "You know I have a bit of a fetish, or fantasy, if you will." I add. "Oh, and what is that?" you ask. " I love to masturbate and be watched...and to watch." I say shyly. "I like that too, but I don't always want it to end there." You say. "Oh, yes, agreed. Yes, sometimes I want it to go A LOT further." I pause. "Pull up that chair andcome sit near me." You pull over the comfortable chair from the corner and sit down close to me,almost close enough to touch. You legs move apart teasingly, your shorts tight against you, yourpanties visible underneath. "So you want me to touch myself for you?" I ask. "Yes, please...stroke it like you were before." Your eyes glued to my crotch. My cock begins togrow again to the movements of my insistent hand. You toy with your breasts, raising them andcupping them, pinching and rolling the nipples with your fingers. I move my hand more quickly now,feeling myself swelling up as I watch your sexy movements. "Take off your shorts and panties." I plead. You stand up and spin around, your ass pointed towards me You slip them off in one quick motion,lingering in the extremely erotic bent-over position. A soft appreciative moan escapes my lips. You lookback at me, your butt still thrusted to me. "Do you like my ass baby? Do you like to look at it as youstroke your cock?" "I love it Jill." I respond, my voice raspy. "Oh, you have me so aroused." Wanting to be moreeloquent, but the base sexuality of it all only allowing me only simple phrases. You spin and loweryourself into the chair, your legs apart, your wetness open to me. A hand sneaks back to your breastsand plays with them as before, the other moves down over your smooth thighs. It lingers over yourwomanhood, then up the other thigh. I can see the moisture glisten in the light. "Please...touch yourselffor me." You almost laugh at the boyish way I ask, but find the situation enticing, arousing. Your handmoves back over your folds, a finger tracing up, separating the lips slightly. A soft moan comes fromyou, your head back a bit, eyes closed for a second or two. Your hand moves back down over thewetness, dipping into the inviting opening, withdrawing and then moving up to toy the erect bud at thetop. Your fingers move more quickly now, small circles to the top, then sliding down between the lips. Your nipples are hard, your other hand still on them. "I am not going to last much longer." I say, hoping that I will not break the mood of the scene thathas so engulfed me. "Me neither." You reply. "Come over here...closer so I can see you. When you cum I want you todo it all over my breasts. Will you do that for me?" I am overwhelmed with the request since I love theidea of cumming on a woman, and hoped that I could. "Oh, yes, I would love that." I move next to you, standing with my knees slightly bent, my handmoving quickly over my hardened member, my other cupping my balls. "This is so incredible." I blurtout, again regretting my lack of words. First your eyes lock onto mine, and then they move down to mystroking hand, the fingers urgently milking my cock. My vision travels over your body, your breasts sotaught, and your hand as it moves over your pussy, quicker now, more concentrated. "Cum with me now." You command, your hand a blur, your eyes fixed on my masturbation. I canfeel the sensation starting from deep inside, roaring forward like a train that will not stop. I move closerto you, my strokings urgent, my orgasm no longer to be denied. "Yes, cum for me...cum now." I feelthe first spurt leave my body and land on you, and you cry out in a low moan. Your fingers insistent,pulling the orgasm from you, letting the waves crash down... I continue to pump, not believing how long the orgasm is lasting or its intensity. My seed lands onyou, as my strokes slowly subside. The liquid is warm, almost hot on your skin. You let the reveriewash over you, looking up at me and smiling. "That was incredible." You say, this time the one with few words. "And what a way to get warmedup." A devilish grin makes it's way onto your face.