Interlude 7 77

Seven

The envelope was laying on her desk at work. No return address, which was kind of odd. Looking around to make sure none of her nosy neighbors were snooping a look, she opened it up. There was a sealed card, and a sleeved DVD. The disc was a recordable one, obviously home made. There was no label on it, no markings to indicate what it contained.

The note was slightly scented, which was her first clue. Opening it, her suspicions were confirmed, and her heart started fluttering a bit.

"What's he got in mind this time?" she softly mutters to herself.

She unfolds the sheet of paper, and begins to read.

"I hope you enjoy this as much as I did making it. Of course, you did participate, but more on that later.

Choose an evening when you will be home alone. Start a fire, and pour yourself a large glass of that wine you love so much. Put on something naughty, exactly what is your choice.

Set up the DVD to play on that big widescreen LCD I know you have in your living room. Slide onto the couch, get comfy, and start it up.

No hints from me as to what it is, you'll have to wait for that. However, please trust me in that you will want to be alone, and with no chance of being disturbed. Do not sneak a peek before you are ready to watch the whole thing. That will definitely spoil your experience!"

Oh, crap, she thinks to herself. The weekend is 4 days away, and no chance of doing this before that. Normally, there was no way to do this at home, not knowing what was going to come up on screen. She should slap it into her laptop and cheat, but she had come to trust him in what he said. Friday evening after work would do. She wondered if he somehow knew a day coming up would be good timing. Probably. He does seem to have a spy letting him know whatever he wanted to know about her. That son of a bitch is going to have her wondering about this all week.

She steps out of the shower and towels herself off. She slips on the black teddy she had selected. It is comfortable, but very sexy. She has worn it a few times, and likes the way it makes her look. He hasn't seen it, it is in her personal stash. The see through fabric hints at what is underneath. Her breasts are lightly cupped underneath, with her nipples visible. The light fabric is already exciting them, the tips are standing at attention. Well, maybe it is the fabric, maybe it is anticipation. She pulls on the matching robe over it, and slides off to the living room.

The fire is going, just ask he directed. She inserts the DVD into the player, and walks over to the sofa. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but thought that the thick, soft fake fur she liked to lie on would make a good cushion. She hops up on it, and hits play on the remote. A simple title comes on screen. There is no photo, no sound.

"Enjoy Being Me," it states simply.

Soft music starts playing, so softly that you might not know it was there if you didn't concentrate.

A picture comes on. It is her face. It zooms out a bit, and she suddenly realizes what it is.

In their last encounter, he had worn this little strangely shaped earpiece. She had asked him about it, and he said it was a high def camera. He wanted to experiment a bit, to see what he could capture of their intimacy. If it had been anyone else, she would have balked immediately. You never know where intimate video would surface nowadays. However, she trusted him completely, and relented. At first, it was a bit intimidating knowing it was there, difficult to get into the rhythm. However, it was so small, and their fucking so intense that she quickly forgot it was even there.

So, now she was going to get a dose of herself, apparently. Her first inclination was to turn it off. She didn't get off on herself. But, he did send it, and he did title it "Enjoy Being Me". Now curious, she decides to give it a chance, to see what he saw when he looked at her.

Then his voice comes through the surround sound speakers, "I want you to see what I see when we are together. I want you to see your beauty. I want you to see how hot you are. I want you to see what makes me want you so badly. I want you to see what makes me cum. I wish you could feel how good it feels to have my dick inside of you. How good your breasts feel and how your nipples taste. How smooth and tight your pussy is. How incredible it is to cum inside of you. I wish I could give you that, but the technology isn't there yet. For now, just watch, and see what I see."

Wow. This ought to be good, she thinks to herself.

On screen -- She is reclining on a bed, with a couple of pillows propped up behind her. She is braless, her breasts uncovered. She has on his favorites, black seamed stockings with a waist cincher/garter belt, and a satin thong. The black lingerie stands out in stark contrast to the white satin sheets. The lighting is moderate, and indirect. It looks natural, not like a staged movie.

Off screen - She remembers she had on black heels, but they had been discarded by the time the video had started. The sheets had been so smooth, it was almost hard to keep from sliding on them. They had felt so good against her skin.

On screen -- He approaches the bed, stopping at the foot. He looks down, and sees his member at full attention pointing towards her. Looking up, he sees her sliding down the bed towards him. She swings her legs over the foot of the bed, and sits in front of him. Looking up at him, she swirls her tongue around her lips and smiles. Bending over slightly, she sticks out her tongue and barely touches the tip of his dick. It jerks upward in response. She flicks it twice more, teasing it. She giggles, and makes a show of closely inspecting the head. She then sticks out her tongue, places it under the head, and slide her head down the shaft. He moans in delight at the sensation. Up and down her head moves, tongue swirling along his length.

Off screen -- her mouth waters a bit, as she remembers the salty taste of his precum, and the texture of his skin as the dick slid across her lips and tongue.

On screen -- Her head pulls back away from his dick. She looks up at him and smiles. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" she asks him.

"Oh, yeah. Get to work, young lady"

She cocks her head to the right, and moves to his head. She maintains eye contact with him. Her mouth opens. The tongue slides out, and then curls around the underside of the head. The lips slowly move over the head, engulfing it in warm wetness.

Her lips close around his shaft just under the head. Her eyes, slightly closed now, gaze up at him. Her head starts moving around in a circular motion, the lips locked onto the shaft dragging it along with her movements. The tongue, hidden from view, is flicking the tip.

Off screen -- DAMN! She loved sucking his cock, there was no doubt about that. She gets excited whenever she thinks about having his meat for dinner. However, she had no idea it looked so sexy, so exciting to see her do it. She knew about all the studies that said most of men's pleasure from sex comes visually, versus women whose pleasure comes mostly from physical contact. From watching this, she could understand why men liked the lights on, liked to watch porn, and liked to watch having their cocks sucked.

She congratulates herself on her technique. She wishes she could actually feel what he was feeling at this point. She longed to know what his dick was feeling as her mouth performed for him.

Without thinking about it, her left hand slides up to her left breast, and slowly starts massaging it.

On screen - She breaks eye contact. Her head starts moving up and down, mouth sliding along the length of his shaft. He watches the top of her head as it moves. Her hair has fallen down, creating a black curtain cutting off his view. He watches her right hand move over and feels her fingers cup his ball sac.

Off screen -- She remembers gently massaging his nuts, timing her movements to work with her up and down rhythm on his shaft. The skin tightened under her fingers, telling her that it was working. She could feel his load begin to build inside. His shaft was throbbing at this point, she could feel his pulse through the skin.

On screen -- Her movements start to slow a bit. His hands grab hold of her head, and try to force her to continue her bobbing. She resists, and backs off his dick. With a sideways toss, her hair is flung out of the way. She looks up at him, smiles, and begins teasing the underside of his head with the tip of her tongue.

"You're not going to cum yet, are you?" she asks the camera eye. "I've got so much more I want to do before you let loose your load, understand?"

The view bobs up and down as he nods his understanding.

Off screen -- She always enjoyed teasing him right up to the point of orgasm, and then backing off. Doing that a few times made for a much more explosive release when she finally let him go. Man, did she ever like it when he finally came after being teased. It was nice when he came in her hands, or her mouth, but she especially liked it when he came inside of her. Having his dick spasm inside of her pussy, then feeling his warm cum flooding her inner self was bliss itself.

Her fingers make their way to her left nipple, and started pinching and rolling it between them. The warmth is building in her pussy. She can feel her juices start to gather. Her right hand slides down her belly, over the thin fabric of the teddy. Her middle finger finds her clit, and starts gently massaging it in a circular motion.

On screen -- She slides back on the bed, back to her original position. She props up on the pillows, looking straight at him. Her legs pull up, and separate at the knees. The right hand slides down her belly, across the fabric and onto the satin panel of the thong. Her index finger hooks the left edge of the satin, and pulls it over to the right, exposing her pussy to him.

Her middle finger rests on top of her clit, rubbing it in a light circular motion.

"Come here, and get to work," her voice commands from the screen.

The view on the screen bounces a bit as he climbs up onto the bed. He moves close to her right leg. The sound of nylon sliding across skin comes across, as his face slides up the inside of her leg. Since the camera is in an earpiece on his right ear, the picture on screen is not exactly centered on what he was seeing at the time. The slightly off center view to the right means that the camera is looking straight into her pussy as he moves closer to it.

He stops just short of his target. His right hand reaches out, the fingers touching her lips. Her hand pulls back, surrendering its position to him. His middle finger rubs up and down across her labia. It separates, opening up to the warm moistness beneath. He keeps rubbing, pinching her lips between his middle, index, and ring fingers. Her whole pussy is getting a massage. He flicks her clit each time he moves over it. He looks up at her. Her head is leaned back, she is moaning loudly.

On the next pass, two fingers enter her passage. The index finger rides up and over her clit. The pinky slides down over her anus, tickling it. She shudders and gasps. His fingers slide in and out of her pussy, each thrust tickling her clit and asshole simultaneously. Her hips are gyrating now, trying to meet his movements.

Off screen -- Her middle finger is furiously rubbing her clit through the teddy. Her left hand is squeezing her tit hard. Oh, how she wished he was here right now, doing to her what she was watching him do to her on screen.

On screen -- Her hands reach down and grab him by the hair, and roughly pull his face into her womanhood. She wraps her hands around his head, and starts fucking his face. The image is confused, since his head is buried in her lap. Glimpses of black fabric and pussy lips appear as he comes up for air. Lots of swishing noises as the nylon of her stockings rubs against his hair. Loud moans are coming from her, and now from him.

"C'mon, stick your tongue in my pussy. Fuck me with your tongue. Don't stop ....don't stop."

The image is confused, as his head moves back and forth quickly, forcing his tongue inside her tunnel. His nose hits her clit with each thrust. The view twists to one side as she grabs fistfuls of his hair as leverage for her counter-thrusts into his face.

He pulls back, and slides two fingers into her cunt. He pushes back forward. The view is of her belly, tits, and face as he looks up over her mound. The sound of his tongue noisily licking her clit are clear through the speakers.

Her moans become louder. "I'm cumming. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop!"

The screen goes black, as she pulls down his face into her pussy and grinds against it.

"Aaaahhhhnnnnn," she squeals.

The picture jerks a couple of times, responding to her orgasm spasms. Then she appears again, as her legs and arms fall back into the bed. Her chest is heaving, trying to catch her breath. As her breasts rise with each breath, her face disappears behind them. He looks down at her pussy. His fingers slide out, glistening with her moisture. Her labia relax back, fully open and inviting re-entry.

Off screen -- Damn, why isn't he here, she thinks. She pulls her hand back from her clit. She is very close to making herself cum, and somehow restrains herself from going over the edge. She wanted to cum, no doubt about it, but she doesn't want to spend herself before seeing more of her own performance.

Watching herself cum on screen was certainly different that actually experiencing it firsthand. She, of course, remembered going through it. Watching the actions and reactions, hearing herself demanding his attention, seeing how wild she was during the tryst was almost as satisfying as actually doing it. Almost ...

On screen -- he rises to his knees on the bed, looking down at her prone body. Her chest is still heaving, trying to catch her breath. His hands spread her legs, and he slides up between them. He circles his arms under her knees, and lifts them up. Then, his palms find the bottom of her thighs, and push them up to her chest. She is wide open, wet pussy lips spread, the tunnel just visible between them. He rests his cock on top of it, its length resting between the labia.

His hips start moving back and forth a bit, sliding the shaft over the wetness. The right hand drops off her thigh, the thumb finding his dick and pushing it down onto her as he rocks fore and back.

Her arms wrap around her thighs, pulling them in tightly against her breasts. She is moaning loudly now, eyes closed, head lolled back. Her hips try to move in rhythm with him, but she doesn't have much leverage in this position.

The palm of his right hand replaces the thumb. He now moves the hand in a circular motion, adding even more pressure and friction against her pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" he asks.

"Put it in, please put it in me. I want to cum, I need to cum right now."

He abruptly stops, and removes his cock. "No, you're not quite ready yet."

"Aaarrrggghhhh," she grunts as her arms drop back onto the bed. Her legs relax back down.

His gaze drops again to her legs, as his hands curl under her knees again. He scoops up the legs, sliding his hands up the stocking clad flesh. Hands slide up and down the smooth material, creating that erotic 'swooshing' sound that flicked his switch. Her shapely legs, encased in the nylon mesh, are beautiful. He grabs her ankles, and push them away from him. Looking down, he sees a pussy perfectly framed by the stockings. It is a very erotica sight.

Off screen -- No wonder he likes the hose, she thinks. Seeing them from his viewpoint, the attraction is certainly there. The way they accent her legs and frame her womanhood is visually exciting. She remembers the smooth feeling they gave as her legs slid together, and vows not to joke about his like of nylon leg wear anymore.

Her hands are now both pinching her nipples, massaging her boobs through the thin teddy. It feels so good, she just wished he was doing it.

On screen -- He pulls her legs back toward him, pushing his face between her feet. The view slides side to side as he rubs his face on her nylon encased soles. He then looks down at her, face framed by her feet and ankles.

He leans back just a bit, and positions his head at the entrance to her tunnel. Slowly, he moves forward, penetrating her. He pauses a bit at half shaft, to allow her walls to relax to permit him in further. When he feels a bit less resistance, he pushes in up the hilt.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," she lets out softly. "I love your cock inside of me. You get so deep inside of me. C'mon ... fuck me. Fuck me, please."

His arms wrap around her legs, pulling them in towards him. She is now shaped like an 'L', flat on her back with her legs straight up in the air. He uses his grip around them as leverage to pull his dick inside of her, and then relaxes to let it slide back out. He repeats, slowly at first, then somewhat faster. Her arms are by her sides, hands grasping each cheek of her ass. She is pulling the cheeks apart, letting him inside of her as far as possible. Placement of the arms in that position also forces her breasts up, so that they aren't flattened out against her chest so much.

He looks down between her legs. Her tits are bobbing up and down in sympathy to each of his thrusts. Their mass jiggles ever time his shaft bottoms out. The nipples move in sync. It is incredibly exciting seeing them move like this, seeing the flesh respond to his movements. Each pounding of her pussy results in a ripple through them, like a wave of pure sex. His movements intensify in both rapidity and force. His thighs are slapping at hers with each thrust. The breasts bounce in perfect time ...

Off screen -- My God, that's hot, she thinks. Her hands squeeze her breasts hard, remembering the feeling that she had as they bounced back and forth across her chest. It had felt good at the time, but she had no idea it looked so good from his viewpoint.

On screen -- His movements slow. The thrusts are slower, deeper, and not as forceful. His legs aren't what they used to be, the muscle strain in his thighs is starting to affect him a bit. Catching his breath a bit and letting the muscles calm down, he continues slowly massaging her pussy with his shaft. The tsunami of breast movement on her chest slows to a light chop.

He parts her legs, and lies down on top of her. The view is of her hair, as his mouth seeks out hers. Slurping noises of a passionate, lustful kiss ensue. The screen shows some motion, as his hips continue to gyrate slowly, grinding his manhood into her womanhood.

His mouth moves around to her left ear. "You like getting fucked, don't you? You like my dick pushing inside of you, don't you? Your pussy is so hot, and so tight. I'm gonna fill you up with cum. You like that, don't you?"

She whimpers back, voice trembling as she climbs back towards orgasm. "Ram it in. Give me that dick. C'mon, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fill me up. I want to feel it. I want your cum. Fill me with your load. Do it now, right now."

He pulls back, and quickly rolls her over. Sliding back off the foot of the bed, his hands grab her waist and pull her along with him. Standing, looking down, he sees her ass sticking out over the edge of the bed. He moves his legs to pinch her stocking clad calves between them. Leaning forward, he gently pushes on her shoulder blades, forcing her head down towards the bed.

He looks down, and grasps his cock with his right hand. Moving in a little closer to her, he rubs the head up and down her slit. Gradually, the head parts the lips and finds her opening. With a lunge, he pushes in to her all the way, belly ramming into her ass.

She gasps loudly, and lets out "Oh, fuck. Oh, that's good. Push it in harder."