I watched your eyes in the rearview mirror.
Watched from the front seat, first as he kissed your lips, then moved to your neck.
Watched your eyes flutter as he did, despite your efforts at keeping them open to see me, and to see how much I was enjoying this.
And although I couldn't see his hand in the mirror, I knew from your eyes that it was moving down your body.
Knew when it stopped to caress and squeeze your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress.
Watched your eyes roll back as he pinched your nipples, watched your mouth open, heard you utter a low moan, as much involuntary in response to his fingers as it was necessary, wanting to encourage him.
Apparently, he didn't need encouragement, as I watched your eyes as he continued to kiss your neck, your ears, your shoulders, starting to slide one of the straps down.
Watched as you moved your arm to allow the strap to fall away, and then watched from the front seat as his head moved out of the mirror's view and down as his lips took your breast in his mouth.
Wait. Sorry. Let me back up briefly to explain.
After our last get-together, in which you'd fucked a guy in the hotel room next door to us while I listened, you and I had continued to discuss the exciting parts of that evening -- and FUCK YES there were parts of listening to that and then talking to you about it afterwards that were tremendously exciting -- and we had decided that a few things were important as we continued to explore taking our relationship to the next level. Both emotionally and physically.
First, we wanted anyone else participating to know exactly what was going on, and to not only be in agreement, but also excited by it.
Second, I'd realized that listening was not going to be enough for me -- I wanted to see you, watch you, and to put my compersion to the full test, I wanted to get off by watching you cum.
And finally, we wanted to do it with someone at least one of us knew and trusted, but also someone who had a high EQ, not someone who was gonna do it and then flake. They needed to appreciate the fuck out of the gift they were being given.
All of which brings us back to the car.
And to him, sucking your tit while squeezing it with his hand, licking and flicking your nipple as I watched you moan to him that you were getting wetter by the minute.
Your eyes closed, your head rolling side to side, your mouth open, and I watched as you shift in your seat, allowing him access, encouraging him to get his hand in between your legs.
"Let me slide my dress up...now let me feel your hands on my legs...mmm that's it...yes, stroke my thighs...oh yeah I like it light and then firm that feels amazing....keep climbing higher...mmmmm oh yesss you found her..."