He makes a “come on over” gesture. I shake my head; after all, we hardly know each other. Besides, I’m enjoying this. It’s like flirting, but naughtier. Instead, I pull my own panties off. That’s only fair. He deserves to see the neat dark triangle of pubic hair on my mound, trimmed short and tidy.
We’re both fully nude now, hiding nothing. He’s masturbating properly, pulling on his hard dick, giving me a show. I rub my hand over my pudenda, then down towards my slit. I can feel the heat; it’s time to let him see what I can do.
I raise one leg high, putting my foot on the windowsill, so he can see the pink slit between my legs. I get two fingers ready, show them to him, then slide them over the folds of my labia before pushing them up inside my vagina. Goodness, I’m sopping wet up there. I can hear the schlup, schlup, schlup as my fingers thrust in and out, and feel dribbles of juice run down over my hand. I take the fingers out and wiggle them at him, wondering if he can see the sticky moisture.
He smiles, and puts his fingers in his mouth. I get the message, and do the same. My juices taste nice; tangy and clean. I lick my lips as I put my fingers back in my pussy, and begin to rub at my clitoris with my other hand.
It’s pretty much a race to the finish now. He’s alternating between full-on dick pumps with his fist, and gentle circling of fingers round the shiny knob. I can see beads of sweat on his chest. I’m pistoning my fingers deeper and faster into my vagina, droplets of pussy juice splashing everywhere. I wonder if I should get my vibrator, but it’s a bit late for that now.
There’s a sudden flurry of movement from him. Here we go. He stands up against the window, pointing his erection in my direction. He opens his mouth, holds his dick steady, and ejaculates. I watch as a thick loop of semen shoots from the end, splashing against the window pane. Several more follow, until there are six or seven gloopy strings of it, starting to run down the inside of the pane.
As I watch the last drops of semen drip from his dick, I feel myself coming too. My fingers strum faster and faster at my clitoris, and then it hits me, that unique electrifying tingle. I have to steady myself on the window to stop myself collapsing. It’s a good one. I’m sweating too, and my heart is beating like crazy.
As I slowly come down from my orgasm, I take my three fingers out of my soaking pussy, and run them down my own window, leaving a trail of sticky juices. Not as spectacular as his stuff, but I can smell it, sharp and fresh. I press my naked body against the glass, crushing my breasts and hard nipples. Kneeling down, I lick the smears of pussy juices off the window, then stand up again and push my pelvis forward against the glass, trying to leave more smears directly from my sticky labia.
He’s still stroking his wilting dick, and I watch as he rubs it against the window, through the trails of semen, leaving longer trails of mess. Then he leans down and licks his own ejaculate off the window. That’s so cool: I love a guy who doesn’t mind the taste of his own semen.
Still breathing heavily, I stand back, and run my fingers through my smears again. He’s mouthing something at me; it looks like the word “tomorrow”. I nod, and blow him another kiss. I think I’m going to have to get to know him a bit better, but tomorrow is another day.
