On screen, the delivery man was slowly divesting her of her clothing, piece by piece. Watching her body be revealed, I pinched again harder and exhaled sharply at the mix of pleasure and pain. When he started taking off his own clothes, I abandoned the pretence of watching for plot and used both hands to roll my nipples between thumb and forefingers. Definitely turned on now, I noted wryly.
So was she - when his engorged prick was finally freed, she positively leapt down to worship it at close range. I don't know what got to me the most - her moans, muffled around his hard cock, or his groans at her ministrations - but I felt myself get wet and shifted my weight uncomfortably.
I don't really masturbate much. I touched myself on occasion, but on the whole I guess the bulk of my sexual experience was partner-only. I'd never watched much porn before either (although I was familiar with the cliches and stereotypes). I hesitated a bit, thinking about whether to continue or turn it off, but then the delivery man pulled his dick out of her mouth, pushed her to lay back, and started kissing his way down her body; and the decision was made for me - too horny to stop.
I moved my legs from under me and kicked the doona out so I could put my feet on the floor. My legs naturally sprawled open a little and I slouched further down on the couch so that my hips were almost on the edge of the seat. One hand crept down my belly to the waistband of my underwear, then under. It brushed past the trimmed pubic hair to part my hot wet folds, just as the delivery man's tongue was now doing.
I was so wet.. Without taking my eyes from the screen where she was writhing and moaning loudly while being tongue fucked, I slipped one finger into me and back out gently a few times then gingerly rubbed around my nub. It was hard to the touch, fully protruding, and super sensitive - I gasped when my fingers first brushed it. I decided to remove my underwear entirely; I was still half covered by the doona so what harm could there be?
My finger alternated between slowly plunging in and out of me and making lazy circles around my nub. The pleasure started to make me feel a bit hot and bothered, to the point of kicking the doona to the flood - modesty be damned.
As my onscreen lady had a hard cock enter her for the first time (on this DVD at least) I closed my eyes. One hand was still on a breast and the other was busily strumming my clit, occasionally slipping into my depths for lubricant. My legs tensed and splayed wider as my hand moved faster; using the moans and sounds of hard fucking as motivation. Occasionally my hips would make a bucking, humping motion as i fingered myself. From the tense feeling in the pit of my stomach I knew I was close to orgasm. The porn in the background, and the sense of 'danger' from masturbating -and in the lounge room rather than my bedroom - served to add to my excitement; which then became panic when I felt a hand on my thigh and another moving my hand from my crotch.
