What if I were to watch you touch yourself? I picture you sitting down, cross-legged with your long, dark hair covering all the essential parts of your sleek and cinnamon naked body, (shoulders, breasts, nipples and partial thighs).
Both of your hands would be folded together between your legs, hiding your precious pussy. You would then lean back, relax, rest your head back on the wall behind the bed headboard and slowly start touching yourself. You take your hair strands and gently stroke your shoulders and chest, like a feather. You arouse your nipples with soft brushstrokes from the ends of your hair strands. Your nipples are extremely erect and hard with goosebumps. You wet the tips of your fingers with your tongue and roll them around their circumference while gently blowing on them. You hold both your breasts tightly close to your body with both hands.
You then take one hand and slowly run your index finger down from your breast to your thigh. You go up and down your soft inside thigh with slow and Paisley shaped movements. You look downward and slouch a little to get comfortable. Then you start slowly touching your wet and swollen clit. You're still caressing your breast nipple with your other hand and strands of hair.
You hear a noise in the background. Where did it come from? At this point, you don't care. You're so focused and intent on getting off, you don't care. You proceed to touch yourself. You are incredibly wet and happen to look up and see a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You say to yourself 'I look good and especially good when I do this. If someone was watching me, that would be incredibly exciting for me and for him.'
You insert one finger deep inside you while rubbing and massaging your outside clit with the base of that finger. You are soaked and hot. You are so wet that you want to taste yourself from your fingers, so you oblige yourself and indulge.
You hear that noise again. This time it's a little louder and a little closer.
It's me watching you from behind the curtains. You see, that my pants are down and I'm touching myself also. You find this a little disturbing, but it turns you on even more. You spread your legs further apart to expose your tasty and glistening pussy to me. And you start rubbing harder and faster. You roll you eyes back in ecstasy, but try and keep them open to glance at me and yourself in the mirror. You're about to cum but scream out "I know you're watching me. Come out from behind those drapes and let's cum and watch each other together."
I emerge from behind the drapes a little embarrassed but very hard. I continue stroking and we watch and listen to each other climax loudly.
But before we climax, you command me to strip naked in front of you. You sit there, cross-legged and continue touching yourself as I strip. You tell me to sit in front of you. I sit opposite you between your legs. You tell me to stop stroking. You just want to watch me sit there hard and frustrated while you pleasure yourself. As I sit there spread Eagle and at attention, you rub yourself rhythmically. My dick is bobbing and throbbing on its own enjoying your show.
You climax is so strong; it shakes the bed like an earthquake. You scream loudly and ferociously. Every curse word imaginable comes out of your mouth as you shiver and shake, yet you don't remember what you say.
I sit there in amazement over what I'm witnessing. A woman so sexually charged charging full speed ahead like a steam engine.
After your mind blowing orgasm, you wipe the burning sweat off your eyes and fan your satiated face with your hands. You look up and notice me sitting there ready as your boy toy.
Now, you have me in a compromising and vulnerable position. With a confused, awkward yet welcoming face, I nervously await your directive.
"How dare you sneak into my room and watch me in my most personal and private moments." You say angrily and adamantly. You are about to slap me across the face. I close my eyes, wince my face and turn my head anticipating the impact. Your hand stops in mid air and you quickly change direction and decide not to slap my face, but my hard cock instead. You start slapping it hard with both hands in different directions, left and right making it red and sore. In a strange way, we both find this most exciting. You continue doing this to me. In fact, you grab a silk scarf out of your closet and tie a knot tightly around the base of my erect penis, thus cutting off the blood circulation. You firmly grasp and hold my dick by mid-shaft with one hand and grab my swollen balls with the other and pull downward.
