After a long, grueling week, the only thing I wanted to do was get home, shuck my clothes, and chill out in front of the television with a tall cold drink until bedtime. I parked my car in the garage next to Sandy's car, gathered my coat and briefcase out of the backseat, and trudged heavily into our three-bedroom, two story home. I stood in the kitchen for a second, listening for sounds of my girlfriend. Hearing nothing, I assumed she was out as usual. She usually arrived well before me due to her earlier work schedule and shorter commute. She tended to exercise or putter around in the garden until I arrived home.
After dumping my briefcase and coat on a kitchen chair, I filled a tall glass with ice and added a bit of diet coke. Stopping at the liquor cabinet to add a liberal amount of bourbon, I left the drink to chill on the table next to the easy chair. I headed upstairs to change out of my work clothes. Dragging my weary body up the stairs, I felt the aches and pains of a long week. Those bastards don't pay me enough, I thought to myself. I made a mental note to myself to probe the boss for a raise on Monday.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a faint moaning sound. I stopped and cocked my head to the side, listening intently for a few seconds, but heard only silence. I assumed it was my imagination playing tricks on me and resumed heading down the hall to the master bedroom. Upon entering the room, I noticed that the door to the master bathroom was ajar, leaving just a sliver of light between the door and doorframe. This was odd. My girlfriend and I are quite open with each other and usually leave the door open, even when one of us is using the bathroom.
I heard the faint moaning sound again, and could tell it was coming from the bathroom. At first, I thought it might be a moan of pain, but something in the back of my mind told me this was a different type of moan. Silently, I kicked off my shoes and tiptoed to the bathroom door. Creeping along like a black-clad ninja, I edged close to the door and put my eyeball up to the sliver of light. I could see the bathroom counter-top and part of the sink. A heavy fog obscured the top third of the large wall mirror above the sink. I felt a moist heat from the small crack waft across my face, bringing with it the flowery fragrance of Sandy's favorite bubble bath.
Looking into the bottom half of the mirror, I caught the reflection of the bathtub. There in the bathtub was my lovely girlfriend of two years, her head tilted back against the wall, eyes shut, and mouth slightly parted. My eyes went directly to her large breasts displayed just above the water, sudsy bubbles clinging to the underside of each creamy white mound. Her tanned arms stretched downward between her legs, pressing her breasts up and together, framing them beautifully, each nipple stiff and erect. One of her legs rested comfortably on the edge of the tub while the other pressed up against the tiled wall. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rhythmically as she panted excitedly. The bubble bath kept me from seeing the activity below her breasts, but it was obvious that her hands and fingers were extremely busy between her spread thighs.
I gasped and quickly put a fist up to my mouth, hoping she had not heard me. My other hand unconsciously dropped to the front of my pants, squeezing the bulge that had sprung up almost instantly upon seeing my girlfriend pleasuring herself in the tub. I stood still as a stone statue, lustily staring at my naked, masturbating girlfriend. Another passionate moan escaped her open mouth, causing me to bite my fist to keep from moaning along with her. I breathed noiselessly through my nose, trying to remain silent so she would not hear me.
I squeezed my throbbing prick harder as Sandy started to gasp and whine softly, her head rocking slowly from side to side. Her face and upper chest flushed a bright red from the heat of the water and her vigorous actions between her smooth thighs. I could tell from the pace of her breathing and the desperate sounds she was making that I had arrived just before she was about to explode in orgasm.
I began to pull on my stiffness through my pants as her hands churned the water between her thighs. She was on the verge of cumming and I held my breath in anticipation, my heartbeat pounding loudly in my ears. I had watched Sandy masturbate two other times. On both occasions, it had been during a mutual masturbation session, her sitting in front of me describing her darkest, most secret fantasies while I slowly stroked my slick aching cock. She had cum several times while watching me stroke, finally allowing me to spurt my creamy cum all over her breasts.
Those had both been extremely pleasurable and enlightening experiences, but catching her like this, unaware of my presence, was incredibly thrilling for me, a self-proclaimed voyeur. I doubted Sandy masturbated all that much to begin with, so to me, this was tantamount to having this weeks winning lottery ticket. She looked glorious, her smooth skin wet and glistening from the soapy water, and her face contorted with pleasure and concentration. Seeing her this aroused, I had to wonder what or whom she was fantasizing about as her fingers played with her pussy.
I bit into the side of my fist harder as I watched her suck in a huge gasp of air, her entire body tensing up, every muscle locking up tight, teetering on the edge of her climax. In another situation, the look on her face could easily be mistaken for one of intense pain. Her orgasm was announced first with a high pitched squeak that was filled with both desperation and extreme relief, then a deep guttural moan that came from deep down in her chest and passed through her tightly clamped teeth as the waves of her powerful orgasm swept through her shaking body. She grunted repeatedly, the water splashing over her legs and belly as her body twitched and jerked uncontrollably.
I was in total awe of the scene I was witnessing and at the same time extremely aroused. I could feel a small wet spot forming on the front of my tented trousers, the precum flowing steadily from the tip of my raging erection. A wicked idea hit me at that second. I quickly stepped back from the door, and stripped off my clothes in record time.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and approached the door, stepping into the bathroom quickly and silently. Sandy was still drifting aimlessly, reveling in her afterglow. Her unthinking hands were moving lazily, one still down under the water stroking her vagina and the other cupping a breast and squeezing it tenderly. I stepped close to the tub, pulling the soft skin of my cock up and down in long steady strokes from the base to the tip. I continued watching her as she sank down into the tub with a long contended sigh, eyes still shut, an angelic look on her face.
In my mind, I leisurely counted to three and then cleared my throat loudly. She jerked upright, squealing in surprise and fright. The bath water splashed in all directions as her hands shot up out of the water, her arms crossing together over her bare breasts. Her eyes shot open and her head snapped up to look at me with a shocked expression on her face.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed, as she suddenly recognized who stood over her. Her face flushed a bright red crimson. "Goddamn! You scared the living shit out of me." She wiped her forehead with the back of one hand and took a deep breath, her other hand fanning her glowing, embarrassed face. "What on earth possessed you to do that?" she asked, finally looking up at me. Her eyes flickered over my body, noticing the lack of clothes and erection in my hand.
I chuckled softly, inching closer to the tub. "What were ya doing there just a second ago? A little playtime all by yourself?" I asked with raised eyebrows. I was not going to let her off the hook that easily.
