Watching

Tom stood facing the corner. The first time she had asked him to turn away when she got changed, he thought she was joking. Some bad experiences had left her with intimacy issues. At first he had peeked, but she changed beneath her bath robe anyway. The nights they spent together followed a pattern: he had to face away while she got into her pyjamas; she would get into bed, he would lie above the covers; eventually he would leave, to sleep on the couch.

Two months they had been together, two months of wanting to touch her but only being allowed to hold hands and kiss. At times, it felt like a highschool romance, he was left horny and frustrated.

She politely coughed, to signal it was safe for him to turn round. He stood open mouthed staring at her.

Black sheer stockings ran up her golden legs stopping at her supple thighs. Golden clips sparkled against the dense black as suspenders ran up to a black lace corset, that had only a flimsy hold of her voluptuous breasts. His eyes were drawn to between her legs, the corset pointing downwards to shaved skin and smooth fold that made him throb.

His hands eagerly fumbled with his belt.

“No!” Her panicked cry made his fingers freeze. “I'm sorry, I'm still not ready for that. I thought I could put on a show for you, something to remind you what you are waiting. Take a seat.”

Disappointed that he all he could do was watch, he sat in the chair placed before the bed.

She climbed onto the bed, lying with her legs open before him. Her hand trembled as it slid over lace to between her legs.

Gently she stroked, red tipped fingers rubbing at fleshy lips. As her confidence grew, she pushed harder, her lips parting to reveal pink flesh inside.

She began to moan, two fingers parted her flesh, a third circled her revealed clitoris. Tom groaned as the strain against his jeans became uncomfortable.

Her fingertip drew circles around her fleshy bud, gently pushing it around, swirling round it. His lips became dry as he watched, his tongue eager to devour her, to taste the sweet moisture that built beneath her fingers.

Lace covered mounds of her breasts rose and fell rapidly, two erect tips trying to push through the thin covering. Her fingertip moved from circling the red nub, to pressing against it, quickly rubbing it. Her moans got louder, intermingled with whispered exclamations of excitement.

He squirmed in the chair, his erection demanding freedom, his hands gripping the seat, trying to hold himself against it.

Her legs shook, her fingers became a blur as she moved faster. Her moans became cries. Her free hand yanked the lace from her heaving breasts, freeing their hardened tips. She groped at her own chest, squeezing soft flesh between her fingers.

Her back arched, pushing her breasts upwards. Sweat began to form on his forehead as he tried to restrain himself.

Her body began to convulse, her cries became broken sounds as the air was stolen from her lungs. Her legs snapped closed, trapping her hand in place.

Relief washed over Tom, his rapid breathing started to slow. He knew he had barely been able to control his lust for her.

She rolled onto her stomach, her ass shined with a thin layer of perspiration. She pulled her knees beneath her, rising up from the bed, one arm holding her up while the other remained between her legs. Tom's unique torture was not over.

He watched as two fingers slid through moist flesh, to probe her wet hole. Two red fingernails slipped inside, quickly followed by slender fingers. As fingers pushed in, her juices were released to run down her hand. Drips splashed onto the bed covers.

Her large breasts hung down, swaying as she gently rocked back and forth on her own fingers. Her cries that had stopped after the first orgasm returned, more intense than before. Whispered words became shouts of joy. Her fingers pushed deep, her hand tight against her body. The bed beneath her was slowly becoming soaked.

Dropping down onto her chest, her free hand reached behind her, stroking her round ass. Fingers pushed between her cheeks to stroke her tight hole.

The need to release his hard rod was unbearable. Tom tore at his jeans, his bulging tip emerged. He gripped his shaft, it had never felt thicker. His sweaty palm slid up and down, as he watched her slip one finger deep inside her ass.

She cried out into the bed, the cry muffled by the duvet. She pulled her fingers from her body, then in unison she plunged them back in. She screamed into the bed as they speared deep into her body.

Her body shook, more juices were forced from her body. Tom's hand gripped tightly as he felt himself swell and erupt.

Her scream faded, she rolled onto her side exhausted. Tom quickly tried to stuff himself back into his jeans.

“I hope that will hold you over. Come hold me.” As she spoke, he could hear her falling asleep.

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