As they sat there watching television she glanced down at the foot of the couch where he was sitting. She loved looking at him. To her every bit of him was something beautiful to look at and take in. She never tired of taking those looks; the ones that made him turn to her and ask "what" like she wanted something. She did, she wanted him, and she always wanted him. He stirred feelings inside her that scared her and excited her. The love she fought but now allowed was amazing. She would look at him and wonder if she stirred anything remotely close to that in him.
He looked so handsome sitting there and she wanted to touch him and feel his touch so bad. As she stared she felt a tingle between her legs. A yearning to once again have him inside her. To feel his hands on her body and his lips pressed against hers. She could feel the moisture build within her. She had to touch. Slowly, trying to go unnoticed she reached between her legs and brushed her mound over her shorts. Her body reacted as she felt the muscles of her cave contract and relaxes with the slightest touch. A simple touch to the smooth skin of her shaved mound sent a reaction through her body that he must have noticed. He turned to her and told her he wanted to watch.
Watching was something he loved to do and had since the first time they started talking. She loved the feeling she had deep inside every time she felt his eyes on her as she played. He pulled the leg of shorts to the side exposing the fact that she lay there with nothing on underneath them. He watched as she touched herself working her way to her clit. She pressed and rolled it in her fingers feeling it react and harden as his eyes were fixed on her motions. She could feel his stare and wanted him to see deeper. She played more; faster, dipping down to feel the wetness at her opening and bringing it up to tantalize her clit more.