I'm standing at the kitchen sink, cleaning dishes. I glance out the kitchen window, and my breath intake is sharp and sudden. I knew you had gone outside, but I am not prepared for the vision before me now.
I stare, gaping at your beauty as you sunbathe naked on the deck. The sun kisses your flesh in every place I'd like to. Your eyes are closed, I think -- so I stare openly at you.
After a few seconds, my trance is interrupted by movement. Your right hand lifts from the deck and traces light touches up your skin, along your waistline then to your belly. Your caress of your own skin is tantalizing and sensuous.
Another moment passes, your hand still rubbing lightly along the skin of your belly, and I continue to stare at you, the dishes forgotten. Then your hand strays upward, from your belly button to your sternum; the fingertips of just your middle and ring fingers are feather-light against your skin. Your hand strays sideways, and the very tip of your middle finger crosses your nipple. It immediately stands upright on your breast, a reaction not unlike that of my cock inside my shorts.
You bring your other hand to your chest, and you squeeze both breasts together, slipping the pads of your thumbs along and across both of your nipples. What a tease! I subconsciously reach down and grip the head of my hardening penis through my shorts. I notice one of your legs bends at the knee lightly, which I know to mean that the movement of your hands on your chest is having an effect on your pussy as well.
Stroking my cock through my shorts, I watch as one hand strays from your erect nipples upward, along your skin to your collarbone, where a fingertip again caresses that sensitive place, drawing a gasp from you. My left hand strays to my own collarbone, mimicking your motions.
As your fingertips stray higher, my eyes remain riveted on your body, becoming more squirmy by the second. I watch as you stroke the outline of your lips, then dip a finger into your mouth, sucking the tip of it seductively. Squeezing the head of my cock with my hand, I exhale audibly in the kitchen.
You trace your fingertips both down your body now, impatiently reaching for your sex. A middle finger dips between your now-spread legs, slipping between your lips slightly. The thumb of the other hand taps your flesh just above your clit, and I can see your hips wiggling in response to that sensation. Your chest heaves and I can see a flush coming to your skin there -- a sure sign for me that your excitement is intense.
I can't just stay inside and watch this. I leave the window and head for the door. Exiting the door to the deck, I catch you off guard by slamming it. You start, sitting up partly and looking at me. I suppose my face must betray my own excitement, because you just grin at me, lie back down, and spread your legs apart, giving me an open view of your masturbation.
I stand for a moment, watching your hands work magic on your pussy. You slide another finger inside, drawing a gasp from yourself. "Fuck," I hear you say quietly, and I watch your hips rise up off the towel you're lying on.
My shorts hit the deck. I lift my shirt off my torso and take the few steps needed to reach a spot at your feet. I have a great view now, especially since you have bent your knees and continue to lift your ass off the deck. You pump your fingers into and out of your pussy now at a much faster pace than the teasing one you used before. My cock bobs before me. Your thumb works your clit quickly. I can see in your face that you are getting closer to climax, and I kneel between your legs, putting my hand over yours but not slowing you down -- just letting you know I'm here.