Nearly all women like to be admired for their appearance. Some are sexy, while some are sexual. The difference is those who are sexy like to be looked at, those who are sexual get aroused by being looked at. My ex-girlfriend Cyndi was the type who would get excited when other people, men or women, would look at her in a sexual way. Her eyes would glaze and her face would get that kind of intense look that let me know she was really enjoying being looked at.
My greatest pleasure is seeing a woman climax. We guys get off when the wind blows just right, but a woman's orgasm is for me one of the most spectacular events I have ever seen.
We would go out at night, and she would wear sexy clothing and perhaps show a little more skin than she should, and dance a little more provocatively than was appropriate; I would even let her dance with other guys, knowing that she was coming home with me. Most nights after having our fun, we would go home and have mad animal sex, with her thinking of whoever lusted after her that night. I would get off just seeing her spasm in ecstasy.
One evening, at aa weekly dinner party we went to with about two dozen rotating people, we met a German couple, Klaus and Miranda, who were physical therapists on some kind of 1-year exchange program.
I was 39, about to be 40, Cyndi was 26. I'm 6'3, 185 lbs (thin) and she's 5'7, and barely 100 lb. I would guess Klaus and Miranda were in their late twenties or early thirties, both with dark blond hair and blue eyes. There the resemblance stopped: he was built like a locomotive and she was willowy - not as thin as Cyndi, but a very lean 5' 8 or 9.
After having talked at dinner, we invited them to come dancing with us the following Friday night. We had gotten the impression that they had not yet gotten acclimated to American nightlife, so this was a chance to introduce them to some clubs we went to.
That Friday, the four of us went out dancing and drinking, Cyndi and her very short little black dress, and Miranda in a beige wrap-around that accentuated her slimness. We had a few drinks, and after the evening was over, we decided that instead of driving to my house which was about 30 minutes away, we would take a cab to a nearby hotel. On the beach that time of year, it's hard to find a room, so what we got was a little bit less fancy than what I would have wanted, but it had a big king size bed. We sat around drinking for a while from things we had bought earlier in the evening, so that we were feeling relaxed. And, as it will in such circumstances, talk turned to sex. Klaus and Miranda were not into watching porn, saying that they had no connection with the actors or the situation so that it wouldn't be exciting to them. Cyndi explained that to her, it was all about knowing the actor or actress and being able to empathize with their feelings during sex. Such talk was a little deep for me, but I listened and eventually Klaus said something quietly to Miranda she nodded and then he asked us if we would like to watch them have sex. Cyndi and I both eagerly agreed, Miranda is a very attractive woman, and I think Cyndi found Klaus handsome in a brutal sort of way.
Cyndi and I lay on the edge of the bed, her back to my front, so we could give them the room they needed, but be very very close to the action. They began easily enough, kissing and fondling each other, as I reached around Cyndi and cupped her breast in my hand. She wiggled out of my grasp to be closer just as Klaus lay Miranda on her back and unwound the front of the wraparound dress, revealing two minor peaks with translucent nipples. The sight gave me an immediate erection, or perhaps a harder one would be more accurate, and Cyndi leaned over to nuzzle at Miranda's left breast. Klaus moved his undressing of her lower, sliding her panties ever so gently down her long legs, as Cyndi brushed breasts and nipples with her parted lips as he worked below.
Cyndi began to follow the trail down Miranda's front, stopping at her navel, before looking up at Klaus, who was at eye level with her over Miranda's published. Suddenly Cyndi did something very unexpected; she leaned forward and with mouth parted kissed Klaus full on the mouth, pulling him towards her, and on top of Miranda. The full open mouth kiss lasted but for a moment, but the die was cast.
Although he seemed as surprised by this as I was, he returned to attending Miranda, and Cyndi retreated back to my arms, her back again to my front.
Klaus and Miranda went through various stages of foreplay, always him over her, until he was poised atop her, dangling his erection against her upturned pussy. With a look from Klaus at first me and then Cyndi, he penetrated Miranda for the first time. She was ready, wanting it, needing it, and as she met his first thrust, we could see, hear, and smell her wetness. Cyndi and I were rapt viewers, kissing occasionally, but mainly watching them.
Comparing what we were watching to any porn would be unfair; we were not in a good angle, lighting was limited, and our "actors" weren't making the kind of noises porn stars do.
But they were right there! They were inches from us, having passionate, loving sex. And it was incredibly erotic for Cyndi and me.