Often when walking through the city centre I'd see some one who would make my day seem that little bit brighter. A girl would walk past me, probably not even aware that I exist, her beauty, her femininity would enchant me. The way she moved, the way her womanhood shone through would excite me. Male instinct would come in to play and for a moment I would study her breasts, for a millisecond I gaze at the way her pussy is beautifully outlined by her tight fitting trousers. I go on my way momentarily excited by the experience.
Today was different, today I was captivated by beauty. For a moment in time I could no longer concentrate on anything but her. I drank her in, her gorgeous brown eyes seemed to sparkle, her jet black hair fell across her shoulders and caressed her beautifully formed face. This was love, no doubt in my mind, I was smitten. I was in turmoil, this vision of perfect womanhood stood before me and I didn't know what to do next. I could only compare what I felt to how you feel when you see virgin snow. Captivated by its beauty, enriched by its purity, yet still you desperately want to experience, feel and enjoy it. That was the state I now found myself in, I wanted her on every level that made me human.
I have already said today was different, different because today I was not in the centre of town but in my own flat. This heavenly vision was potentially my future flat mate, and right now her rent for the month was a promise that she would stay exactly as she was at this moment forever.
" Hi, I'm Rachael" she said, her smile warm and sincere. "Simon," I replied awkwardly, "let me show you around." The tour of the flat didn't take long and she seemed suitably impressed. I watched her as she inspected every room, she seemed to light up every part of my home and I was praying she would make it her home soon. " Would you like some coffee"? I asked, as we returned to the kitchen, she accepted and soon we were talking about our interests, then our recent history. Our conversation was comfortable, I really liked her and by the time she said she would love to share the flat I was in deeper than I'd ever been in my life.
That's how come she was sitting on my settee tonight. The same as she had done for the last month. We had been getting on really well. We gave each other space, we both loved to watch documentaries on TV and she didn't even seem to mind watching the odd game of football. My only fear was that I had, perhaps, made her uncomfortable. I couldn't help but gaze at her for long periods. She would sit in a certain way that would either accentuate her beautifully formed breasts, or, she would curl up on the settee, her cute ass outlined by the tight leggings she seemed to love to wear.
My eyes would devour her femininity, I longed to taste her sweetness. If she was aware of the longing I had for her she hid it well. I was sure she did not know how I lay in bed at night stroking my hardness. Imagining my tongue gently opening her pussy, tasting the first of her secretions as her clit filled with arousal and protruded erect from its moistened hood. I lose my self in my own lust as I pictured her grinding her pussy into my face, the image of her coming over my face would unleash my own orgasm, and with it a torrent of hot come would shoot out of my twitching cock landing on me and spurting beyond hitting the pillow into which I stifled my cries of pleasure.
Even though I was certain she knew nothing of my self pleasuring, I was sure she must be aware of the over all effect she had on me, I just hoped my longing did not drive her away.
I suppose looking back it was obvious it could only go one way or the other, eventually my longing for her would have to have an outcome. Either I would do something rash and she would storm out thinking I was some sort of sad bastard or ……
I had cooked tonight and dinner had been late. I was finishing the dishes when I heard a moaning coming from the front room. My imagination was running wild, I had fantasised many times about Rachael touching herself. I often would lay awake at night hoping to hear her whimper as she reached orgasm, but never had I been given the treat I longed for. She didn't have a partner and I figured she must find release through self pleasure, perhaps it was this I was hearing. I moved quietly toward the front room and peered through the open door. Rachael lay on the settee, her eyes were closed. I could see she was breathing deeply by the way her perfectly formed breasts pressed against the tight material that clung to her upper body as she breathed out.
The shadows cast by the warm light from the open fire caressed parts of Rachael I had longed to pleasure for so long. I glanced towards the TV and in an instant realised the sounds I had heard were due to the film Rachael had been watching. The screen revealed two lovers embracing, making love, how I wished I could pleasure Rachael in the way the woman on the TV was being pleasured. Rachael lay there looking beautiful, she was stretched out on the settee lying on her back. Her legs were raised up and slightly parted. One arm hung over the edge of the settee her other arm lay gently across her pelvis her hand rested gently on her pussy.
It was just the way she was resting her hand. I was sure she wasn't even aware her hand lay on a part of her body that I longed to touch, and to enter. The whole scene was erotic to me, she would probably be horrified if she knew how I would love to see her hand start to gently massage her tightly clad pussy. Disappointed I returned to the kitchen and made two coffees. I brought them back into the lounge and placed them on the table. Rachael smiled, her usual radiant smile. It made my pulse race, I longed to kiss her full lips, gently move my mouth over her beautiful neck, eventually reaching her gently heaving breast. I needed to encircle her nipple with my tongue taking it gently into my mouth and nipping her softly with my teeth feeling it harden in response to my oral caress. Her voice snapped me out of my fantasy. " Thanks Simon," she said, "dinner was great."
"No problem, it was a pleasure," I replied. "What's this film then?" I asked. " I'm not sure," she replied, "but it's getting pretty steamy in places, to be honest it's making me fucking horny." I needed a reality check, had she just said that, or had my lust for her finally caused me to lose the plot. My face must have given my shock away. "I'm sorry" she said " I didn't meant to,.. well I was just thinking out loud, I hope I haven't offended you." If only she knew. " Not at all" I replied, "I admit I was a bit taken back when you said you were horny but it definitely caused no offence,"
"I can see why this film is making you feel needy." The scene on the screen, although not hardcore was definitely pornographic. The camera moved down the woman's naked body to reveal her lovers head positioned between her outstretched thighs. The scene moved back to her face which mirrored the waves of pleasure she was so obviously experiencing.
" Would you mind if I touched my self a little?" she asked. My pulse which had been quickening for a while now began to race, here was the most beautiful woman I had ever encountered asking my permission to Masturbate. " I won't if it would bother you, but I need to come, and the experience is enhanced for me if some one is watching." She looked at me with those beautiful eyes that were almost pleading with me. They broke contact with mine and moved down my body to rest on my aching cock. " By the looks of it you need some relief your self, why don't you release your self the poor thing is positively straining to get out of your trousers." I didn't need asking twice and unzipped my aching length. I released my throbbing shaft from its bounds and stroked its length with one hand whilst cupping my aching sack with my other hand. " I need to point out some rules" she said, " I am in control of the situation here, you come only when I tell you and not before."