The VCR clunked as it reached the beginning of the tape, bringing me out of my bliss for just long enough to hit play. We were both laid back in the afterglow, stroking each other gently. The smoky sax on the stereo mingled with the scent of the lilacs outside the window as a soft breeze ruffled the parachute draping the bed. It struck me how nice it was, after sex, not to have to say anything. It was the culmination of weeks of foreplay for both of us. It was wonderful, and we both knew it.
The large monitor screen came to life as the tape started, and what life it was! It was the shot from the cameras at my end of the bed, the part she couldn't have seen in our 69, her delicious, shaved labia on the receiving end of my tongue. The smaller monitor to the side had the other end in it, her lips gliding up and down my shaft. We stroked as we watched, languid and directionless, but slowly giving in to the heat of it, the gliding of our hands beginning to take on purpose. Sharon's hand had slipped down between her legs, the leg she spread to give herself access coming to rest, then rub against my cock, which had sprung to life itself.
I put the cameras at the foot of the bed on the two lower monitors, one a long shot that took in both of us, but focused on her, and the other a close shot of her fingers caressing her clit, her pelvis rising to meet them. She smiled at me then returned her eyes to the monitor, playing to it, now. She teased her clit with the softest strokes, then slid down to dip a finger inside, stroking it back up over her clit and pulling it away slowly, drawing out a silky strand of her cum like a spiderweb. I was entranced, loving the show she was putting on as the soft skin of her leg caressed my now rock hard erection. I knew she was enjoying it as much as I was.
She had drifted away from just playing, and her fingers were coaxing herself higher, a soft moan excaping her lips as her eyes went back and forth between the monitors. I suddenly realized she was timing her next orgasm to it. The recorded 69 was coming to its climax, and Sharon was, too. She held back, waiting for it, seeing the orgasm start to show in her recorded eyes as she stroked and sucked and finally screamed while great spurts splashed across her face, and the image from my end bobbed around in the monitor, her thighs locked around my head.
Her current climax was a much quieter affair, seen on the screen, as her rhythm on her clit became erratic, stopped, her pelvis rocking away from it, then coming back to slide in another slow glide. But her face...I was glad I had a camera rolling. It was transcendental and unbelievably sexy at the same time, her eyes finally closed, a look that left no doubt at all what was happening, and totally given to it.
As it subsided, she began to settle back, which wasn't what I wanted at all. In her orgasm, she had spread her leg completely over me, so when I rolled toward her, it rolled her over on her side. My cock was inches from those shaved lips it had wanted to part for so long. I leaned forward until the head just slipped between them slightly, sheer joy, then rolled my leg over her until she was lying on her stomach with me straddling her. She looked over her shoulder at me as if to say "Tease!" then put her forehead on the pillow.
I nibbled on the back of her neck, feeling the hairs stand up as I did, kissed around under her ear. She shivered. I kissed under the other one, then laid a slow line of licks and kisses down her spine, carressing her ass as my tongue slipped down the crack. She spread her legs way out, arching up to expose herself completely to me. I tongued around her rosebud, licked then blew on her perineum, then used my thumbs to spread her pussy open and sucked it for a second, kissed it, then started to work my way back up her spine, my cock coming to rest between her cuntlips, begging to thrust in.
