I admired my work allowing her to feel the slow burn ease in. The two globes of desirable flesh were blushed deep pink in certain areas but there was the last mark that left a fairly clear imprint of my hand on the right cheek. It was red like the sun kissing the earth upon its leave. When it had made contact she let out a low groan to which my cock had answered by flexing inside my pants wishing it was sunk deep inside her somewhere.
I preferred using my hand in most cases for this but I had an assortment of tools and toys I had collected over the years for this purpose. Today though I knew she wanted this. She needed to feel me personally. Flesh upon flesh. She was not strapped down but she lay prone upon the bed naked. Her knees firmly planted, spread apart about 2 feet apart to allow access to her currently weeping vagina. Her arms were crossed behind her back in ease with the palms facing up in a relaxed position. Her head was turned slightly to the right with her hair splayed upon the covers and her back. The dark cerulean blue covers made the colors display well from her skin to the flush upon her ass.
Her hands flinched, awaiting more. I contemplated just for a moment to just wait for her to wag her ass, begging for more. Often done in moments of teasing and desire which I absolutely loved but this wasn't for me. I drew my hand and firmly made connection with her left ass cheek watching the pink blush deeper and bounce alluringly. The next few were just reminders of what was to come. Her hands closed to fist. A subliminal message that she unknowingly displayed. She was ready for it. I put force into it to leave another deep red imprint to match.
I took a step closer as I gently rubbed my palm against the spot I had just marked. Her ass was heated from the attention and I heard her hiss through her teeth. I continued to massage the area bringing up my other hand to place upon her other cheek as I sat down on her left side. We had been at this for almost 40 minutes to build up. I had slowly worked her up to take her down and then up again. When I was assured the biting edge had left I continued to play with her ass with my left hand but drew my right hand along her cheeks under the cleft of where they met her thighs.
I dragged my hand down her thighs and back to the edge of her ass. I was maintaining my own breath as her own hitched when my hands just barely breezed by her labia. I considered whether to throw her on my lap or not so she could enjoy the feel of my hard cock but I decided against it. I did not want to remove her from this moment. Attention to such details though were what many men often missed upon such encounters.
My left hand lifted to lay another blow across her ass as I trailed my fingers more firmly along her pussy feeling how wet she was. As my palm made contact with a loud resounding pop my fingers made contact with her clit. This time her cry was not fighting to be silent. Pain mixed with pleasure perfectly in that moment.
I continued to pepper her ass with various slaps of pressure as I encircled her clit in the same motion. Her moans made it easy to read her body as her fingers clinched, trying to fight off the release I had been building. She maintained the position I had put her in through it and did not try to buck me off as she was known to do.
"Does it hurt? Does this sweet little pussy need to come?"
My voice was husky with my own lust but she made no effort to respond as it needed no response. We had come such a long way since the beginning. I was only bringing her mind along with her body, urging it to submit further to me. I laid one last hard slap along her right ass cheek pleased with how red it now glowed. Without slowing the tempo of the pleasure I was doing to her clit, I slid two fingers deep into her cunt with my hand that had vacated her ass.
They went in with no resistance. She was dripping down her legs and a patch of wet carpet had grown in between her spread legs. She flipped her head to the other side to look at me. Her hair stuck to her damp skin around her face.
As I made eye contact with her I stated, "Do you need to cum? Does this fucking little pussy like being finger fucked?"
I amped up the curve of my fingers and the power I was using to finger fuck her but continued to maintain the pressure and motion of my hand upon her clit. My hand was starting to cramp from it but I didn't dare refrain because she was almost there. I could see it. Her body was screaming for it even as she tried her damndest to fight it.
"This. Fucking. Pussy",as I stated this I matched my fingers thrusting to my words. Our eyes glued though I wanted to look at my work badly. "Is. About. To.......Cum" I growled the last few words. The muscles in my arms were straining and my breathing rate now matched hers.
I felt her vagina muscles begin to tighten past the swelling of arousal. Her fist clenched and she broke eye contact with me to push her head into the covers as she began to scream. I looked down as I made the last few pumps of my fingers as the muscle spasms began from the inside, grasping my fingers firmly in a fluttering motion. Then liquid came spewing past my hand, as the force allowed it to travel slightly past my wrist and then splatter everywhere. Her thighs began to quake and I found a primal growl bellow forth, "Yesss."
I stood and reached for her hand. She moaned in protest but shifted to a more upright position by getting onto her feet without leaving the bed. It was not elegant but it allowed me to scoop her up so I could place her fully on the bed. I went to leave so I could clean up and get some oil to work into her skin but with fast precision she latched onto my arm.
A brief smile touched my face. I laid next to her as she flipped her body and curved into me. Wrapping my arms around her as I drew closer to breathe in her scent and the scent of her orgasm that filled the bedroom completely. She pressed her ass into me. I thrust my hips forward to give her access to what she was seeking and buried my hard dick into her ass. The only thing between us was the clothes I wore to which she let out a frustrated mewl.
"Shhhsss",I growled as I squeezed her. I began to breathe deeply, encouraging her without a word to match my breathing. She fell into pace until she quickly fell asleep. I could tell as her breath lightened and her body completely relaxed into me.
She had come such a long way. I found satisfaction that she had sought me out today. In retrospect she was getting better at seeking me when she was in need but I know it still wasn't easy for her yet. Like the beginning with those very first steps.
***
I had been restless all night. My brain stuck upon the images of her head tilted back. Eyes closed. The slight flush of arousal upon her face. As soon as I glanced over I saw her. I had seen enough women with similar looks to know that this woman was sexually aroused and doing something about it. She was pretty brazen to do that in the open. I found myself drawn to it.
She must have been at it for some time or exceptionally aroused because within moments I could see the expression on her face contort into climax. Her eyes flicked open and she saw me. I could tell that she saw I had seen her intimate moment. Her face showed a sort of horror which would have made me internally laugh if I hadn't heard the gears crank in her car. Was that a manual? As I heard more grinding it verified that she was struggling to shift. Interesting.
She finally managed to get the car moving and I watched as she just went to a different spot across the lot next to the building. She got out and did a brisk walk into the building. I got to my truck and got in. I drove into her parking lot and parked next to her car. As I stepped out of my truck I looked down into her driver seat to see a glowing purple vibrator on her seat. I smiled to myself. I confirmed that she was indeed driving a stick.
So why had she been masturbating in public? I found curiosity striking me. Was she taken? What else did she do or would do in public? I looked up towards the building. I looked down again at the toy she had used and the thought crossed my mind of what did she smell like?
It was then that I decided I was going to test the waters you could say. I felt around my pocket for something to write on. I pulled out a crumpled receipt from breakfast and a permanent marker I had from the job site in my truck. I wrote clearly "You forgot something."
