0 comments/ 58361 views/ 3 favorites I Want To Watch By: dejectedgeek Another morning dawned as I opened my eyes and saw the clock’s red LED lights glow, 9am. I groaned and winced my eyes at the thought of it being Saturday and me not wanting to wake up so early. Turning up to the ceiling, I felt the presence of another person next to me. Feeling partially startled due to the morning grogginess, I turned to my left and saw a woman lying asleep. I was relieved to see that it was Sheryl, in her beautiful splendor; the sunlight seemed to bring out the best in her appearance. Last night’s memories fell on my head like a bucket of cold water. The memories flashed in and out making my head spin. I got up on my palms and exhaled, looking down at Sheryl, who was sleeping as sound as a kitten. I thought to myself, ‘Now would be a good time for me to shower.’ I got out of the bed as quietly as I could and tiptoed to my adjoining bathroom, closing the door quietly. I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower, upon stepping out and drying off, I heard a noise coming from my bedroom. Wrapping myself up in my towel, I cracked open the door a small bit and saw movement underneath the blanket. Directing my eyes higher, I saw Sheryl’s mouth agape and eyes shut, quiet moans emanating from her mouth. Mesmerized, I continued on looking. Although I had been with Sheryl for so long, I had never seen her masturbate, while she had walked in on me plenty of times in the bathroom or late at night in bed. She didn’t scold me or anything like that, in fact she would joke around with me or help me finish off, for which I was grateful. She understood that I was a guy and that sometimes we do these things. For that reason, I never asked whether or not she masturbated. I had my suspicions once in a while, but it never turned into more than a 2-minute thought. As I continued staring at Sheryl’s face and her partially exposed breasts, I felt and saw my cock grow harder underneath the towel. I took it off and tossed it aside, without averting my eyes to this incredibly erotic sight before me. Sheryl’s left hand was pulling and pinching her nipples while her right was occupied below, just as mine was. To me it looked like she was asleep, her eyes hadn’t opened up at all, but I didn’t want to surprise her, so I remained silent. She started squeezing her breasts, her big beautiful breasts. The nipples were hard they could be, sticking up and out to the world, oh what I would give to wrap my mouth around either one. I started jerking off feverishly now, matching her pace. I pictured what her hand was doing underneath the blanket, using two, maybe three fingers and fucking herself just like I had many times before. Or maybe she was rubbing her clit, hoping to achieve a quick orgasm to tide her over. Whatever she was doing, she looked incredibly sexy doing it. I could hear her getting close, she kept saying “Yes” over and over and I could feel myself getting close too. I tried as hard as I could to not cum before she did. I wanted to see her face, hear her moans and voice, to see her body contort in only a way an orgasm could produce. It wasn’t long until my wish was fulfilled. Sheryl froze for just a second, but I could still see her moving her hand underneath the blanket. It was when she cried out my name, “HANK!” that I lost it and shot my load all over the door, jerking and jerking until I felt my arm was going to go numb. I sighed in the relief I gained and tipped open the door, revealing myself to Sheryl in my naked splendor. “Ta da!” I spread out my arms and walked toward the bed, grabbing the blanket off of Sheryl, showing me her bare naked body, a wet spot beneath her pussy, and her jiggling breasts. I knelt down next to the bed and lay my head on her stomach, looking up at her. She met my eyes, but soon looked over at the open bathroom door, and the icing colored fluid dripping down it. “Been busy have we?” She asked, patting my head. I smiled, giggled, and nodded. Laying on to the bed with her, I covered the both of us with the blanket and told her, “You know, that was the first time I’ve ever seen you get off all by yourself.” “Really?” She turned on her side and wrapped her legs around one of mine, I could still feel her pussy throbbing and leaking her juices. I felt a small throb in my cock. “Yeah…it was honestly, the most erotic, sexual thing I’ve ever seen you do. I just can’t believe I’ve never seen you do it before. I was watching you do those things to yourself and I felt shocked and turned on at the same time.” Unable to refrain from being a gentleman at that moment, I cupped my hand around her breast, kneading it slowly. Sheryl stared intently into my eyes, I could see the lust and want, but at the same time, a caring, kind, gentle look. We kissed softly. I opened my mouth a small bit and licked her lips; she yielded to my advance and opened her own mouth, allowing our tongues to wrestle around while our bodies warmed each other up. Sheryl got on top of me and rested her hands under my head while I traced her spine with one hand and rested my other hand on her neck. When we broke our kiss she rested her head on the pillow next to my face and whispered into my ear, “I love you.” I continued tracing the line of her spine and responded, “I love you too.” After resting for a while more, we woke up again, I read the clock at 1pm this time. “Okay, lover boy, I gotta clean up.“ Sheryl got up and walked to the bathroom, I watched as she did. Her gorgeous auburn hair falling to her shoulders, her tight ass swaying from side to side, enticing and inviting me to play with it. I threw my head into the pillow again and shut my eyes, remembering what had happened last night. # We went out to dinner and a movie, but since I was pretty much broke, that meant watching a DVD and eating some take out. After the movie, Pirates of the Caribbean, and stuffing ourselves full of Chinese, we went up to my room and talked a bit. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” I brushed her hair from her eyes and she began to bat hers at me. “No, but you can tell me whenever you like. Preferably in the company of my friends.” She looked gorgeous that night, wearing a skintight black shirt with “BITCH” in various areas. Her long, smooth legs were readily accessible to my hands and eyes with her blue and white miniskirt, the way she was sitting I could see her thong, see through. I placed my hand on the side of her face and said, “You look so beautiful that your face could stop the end of the world for just enough time for me to kiss you one last time…just like this.” I cupped her face with my other hand and leaned in, planting a soft, full kiss on her luscious, cherry red lips. When I withdrew, I saw her eyes were open and an adorable smile had taken over her face. She threw herself on top of me and we both fell to the floor. I laughed and she hugged me as hard as she could. “Where would I have been without you?” She asked, resting on my chest. “Well, probably not eating Chinese with some guy and asking him that question.” She gave a slightly bewildered look and hit my chest, “You’re so retarded…but you’re so cute!” She kissed where she hit me and rested her head. I stared up at the ceiling, playing with her hair until she rose up and said, “Want to go to bed?” I replied, “Sure.” and we both got up, a little woozy, and got undressed. We took turns using the bathroom, Sheryl first (ladies first, always) and then myself. When I finished, I saw Sheryl cuddled up in the blanket on my bed. Walking up and laying down myself, I felt like a laugh and stole the whole blanket from her and curled up in it myself. Sheryl gasped mockingly and with her iron grip stole the whole blanket away from me, nearly throwing me out of the bed. “Jeez!” I exclaimed, rubbing my arms from the motion burns. “You don’t come between a woman and her blanket.” She curled up and looked as happy as she could be. “I’ll be sure to remember that, but you didn’t have to be so mean.” I turned my back to her and pretended to sleep. “You want mean? I’ll show you mean.” She grabbed my shoulder and turned me toward her. Her pretty blue eyes turned to something nasty, devilish in nature, and something sinister was definitely brewing in her head. I decided to hang with it until something bad was happening. Sheryl pinned my wrists to the bed with her hands, pushing all of her body weight on top of me, she had her knees on my thighs. I was pretty much trapped at this point. I kept looking into Sheryl’s eyes; my eyes averted slightly and saw her black lace bra clinging to her globes of flesh. Like a rattlesnake she dove down and bit me on my left shoulder, just above the collarbone. I cried out. This wasn’t some sort of soft, “I’m gonna give you a love hickey the hard way” way, but more like the, “I’m gonna shed blood and you’re gonna like it way.” And to tell the truth…I did. “That mean enough for you?” She rose up, her hair fallen over her face, shielding it from my sight. Definitely hot in that mysterious sort of way. “Well, that wasn’t very pleasant…” Looking at the red teeth marks to my left. “But I must say, I didn’t mind as much as I thought.” Sheryl looked down at me and smiled; she moved her knees from my thighs and mounted me. “Here,” She kissed the spot she bit, “All better now?” “Sure do, Florence Nightingale.” Using my now free hand to give her a thumbs up. As if on cue, Sheryl started slowly grinding my crotch. Trying my best to give her a laugh, I started talking about some random stuff. “So, how’d you sleep last night sweetie?” I heard her giggle and she said, “I slept fine, like a log…and there’s definitely a log growing underneath me.” She pointed down and quickened her pace slightly. “Well yeah, I can’t really help that,” Feeling a wetness on my boxers, I looked up at her and said, “And are you having bad thoughts? Thoughts that you’d like to share?” I started gripping my hands around her ass, helping her rock back and forth. Sheryl brought a finger to her lips and started considering her choice, she soon answered, “I sure as hell do. Firstly, I’d like to remove those boxers. Then I want to wrap my hands around that nice, hard cock and lick it like my favorite Popsicle, and then…” I stopped her listing by bringing her mouth to mine and started kissing her. She opened her mouth, inviting my tongue to play with hers. While counting her teeth with the tip of my tongue, I undid her bra. She broke off the kiss and tossed the bra across the room. “Your turn.” Sheryl pointed at my boxers and motioned for me to take them off. In an instant I slipped my hands on the waistband and took them off in one swift motion, dropping them to the floor. “Much better.” I pulled her back down to me and we locked lips again. The feel of her warm, full breasts against my chest aroused me more, making my cock rock hard and dying to be inside of her. I opened my eyes and she saw me with a small look of desperation and desire. “Want to just cut to the chase then?” She reached back and grabbed my cock, guiding it to the opening of her pussy, and letting herself down slowly. I could feel her warm, tight crevasse welcoming me each second she sat down on me. Her lips grasped the sides of my cock wetly and I felt no resistance coming in. When Sheryl finally sat down, I was fully inside her; she let out a small moan and stopped moving for just a second. She looked magnificent from where I was, looking up slowly, I saw her beautiful body before me. From the start of her smooth, hairless pussy, up to her pierced belly button (which housed a jeweled ring), toward the bottom of her 34C breasts, past the erected nipples, past her neck, and finally up to her set of icy blue eyes. We locked a gaze and she smiled at me…What a wonderful smile she has, it was the first thing I saw the first time I met her, and it’s something I never grew tired of looking at. Sheryl placed her hands on her breasts, cupping them and pointing them up, towards her mouth. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and it brushed the top of her right breast, a shiver ran through my spine and into my cock, growing harder. She cupped her other breast and squeezed and started to rock back and forth leisurely. “You like what you see?“ Sheryl asked, squeezing her breasts more and more intensely. I’m always one for dirty talk. In fact, I think it’s one of the most sexual things about sex, and that’s saying a lot. “Yes, I do, very much.” I reached up to cup one of her breasts myself. Seeing this, Sheryl took my hand on placed it on her left breast herself. Her hand interlocked on top of mine while I groped her firm mound of flesh, we both smiled and continued on fucking. After she rode cowgirl for a little bit, I thought it was time for a change of pace. Grabbing hold of her tushy, I stopped her. “Mind if we change positions?” Sheryl stopped her panting enough to utter out, “Sure thing.” She dismounted me and knelt on the bed, hands on her waist and head cocked in a curious fashion. I took her around her waist and brought her closer, kissed her, and turned her around. Creeping slowly to her ear, I whispered, “I want you to get on your hands and knees.” I heard her “Mm” and knew that she was excited; it wasn’t long before she complied. Sheryl bent down, leaning on her hands, and arched her butt towards me. Raising my hand, I planted it down on her ass, resulting in a nice loud “SMACK.” “Aw…Have I been a bad girl, Hanky Panky?” Sheryl looked back at me, pouty faced. “Not yet you haven’t, but let’s try to bring her out, shall we?” I positioned myself behind her, grabbed my cock and pushed into her once more, as I did, I heard Sheryl say, “Yes…Oh…Please…” I began fucking Sheryl at a moderate pace, I placed my hand on her right shoulder and began massaging it slowly, she replied with an approving moan and began to push into me with each of my strokes. We kept on and on; I decided it was time for a change of tone. Moving my hand from her shoulder, I took a handful of her pretty hair and tugged. Sheryl giggled playfully and said, “Yes…more.” I tugged on her hair and started fucking her faster. Her ass jiggled with each of my strokes as I increased my pace; tugging her hair each time I thrust into her. My other hand reached under to her breast, yanking and rubbing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Very soon, Sheryl’s pants and moans turned to small screams of pleasure, drowning my ears in these sounds. Although, it wasn’t hard to listen to her say, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum soon…Keep on…Faster…Faster…More…More…Yes!!” I felt the vibrations emanating from her pussy, gripping my cock tightly as her muscles tightened with each contraction. I felt her juices flowing freely, coating my cock in it, helping me slide effortlessly in and out of her. Sheryl’s screams silenced and I only heard moans in time with each of the contractions of her pussy. When she finished, she fell to the bed, her body still shaking slightly. “Oh…my…God…” She said, getting up on to her elbows. Her head turned towards me, a grin appeared. She was as happy as a kid in Candy Land. I removed my cock from her pussy and fell to a sit. “Whew.” My forehead was sweaty; I wiped it and looked back at Sheryl. She was in a sitting position as well, her feet tracing up and down my legs. Looking at me curiously, she asked, “You didn’t cum?” I shook my head and reached for my cock. Sheryl batted it away with her foot, “Let me take care of that.” On her hands and knees once again, she crawled slowly to my crotch. Her face inched its way closer and closer; I could feel her breath against the back of my glans. Taking her right hand and wrapping it around my shaft, she took her left and cupped my balls, massaging both slowly and deliberately. “That feel good, honey?” Sheryl looked up at me, seeking my approval, which she got. She stuck her tongue out and licked the entirety of the head, smacking her lips when she finished. Soon, her whole mouth was upon it. I moaned as she started blowing me, I watched her head bobbing up and down slowly as I felt her tongue doing a number on my cock. At first it was licking the glans, then down the shaft and around it. She started sucking on it intensely, bobbing her head faster. When she slowed, she looked up at me and smiled, and I felt her beginning to deep throat me. The length of my cock disappeared into her mouth and I felt her uvula against the head. She gagged slightly, took a breath through her nose and dove in. I felt my head go past her uvula and down her throat. I gasped and jolted slightly, sighing as I became accustomed to the feeling. “I’m getting real close, baby…” Sheryl increased her pace, blowing and sucking and gagging, all in her attempts to make me cum. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tightening of my balls and I let loose a torrent of cum into Sheryl’s mouth. She kept sucking and sucking, not letting a drop escape from her mouth. When I finished dispensing my load, I saw her swallow, and gave the head of my cock one last suck. I was drained; she took every single drop I had to give lovingly. I sighed pleasurably and slumped my head. She released my cock from her mouth and smiled at me, knowing she had done a good job. Sheryl crawled on top of me and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and we both fell asleep. # Well, that certainly one hell of a night. I smiled remembering another round of great sex with a wonderful woman. But, Sheryl and I had a whole day ahead of us to have some more fun. After she got out of the shower, Sheryl and I went out. Nowhere in particular in the beginning, we drove to the mall and walked around for a bit. I went with her as she shopped her arms off (well, since I was carrying the bags, it was my arms), the magic of plastic. We grabbed a bite at a Burger King and headed back to my place. Sheryl plopped the clothes filled bags to the floor and threw her arms up. “Woo, I love shopping!” Dropping them, she looked over to me as I threw my wallet, watch, and keys on to the table. She walked over to me and gave me a kiss. “But I love you more.” “I’m glad, I wouldn’t know how to feel if a skirt merited more attention than me.” I hugged her and we started up the stairs to my room. Opening the door, I saw Sheryl’s bra at my feet. I picked it up and cupped it to my chest, “What do you think? Is it me? I was thinking blue would be a better color for me though.” I smiled mischievously, fighting back a burst of laughter. Sheryl took her bra from me and called me retarded. She wrapped the bra around the back of my neck and pulled me toward her, kissing me again. The both of moved over to the bed and sat down. “You know,” Sheryl tossed the bra to the floor, “You saw me earlier touching myself…and…I think it’s time I get to watch you.” I looked at her curiously, but aroused. “Well, you’ve seen me plenty of times.” “But never start to finish,” She inched closer to me, “I want to watch you jerk off, start to finish, pretty please?” Her request didn’t seem unreasonable, it was true I did see her earlier, and enjoy it tremendously. But still, I did want to ask why. “Ok, I will, but why?” I took her hand in mine and looked into her eyes. It was like we were both kids again playing “Show me yours.” “Well, I wanted to see how you did it, what you thought about, or watched,” She moved her face closer to mine, “And just because I want to see if I can get as hot as you got when you watched me.” Her face was so close I could feel her breath on my lips, I wanted to kiss her, but I thought that would ruin the moment. “With pleasure then.” I stood up and started removing my clothes, stripping down to my boxers. Sheryl removed her top and her jeans. Seeing her sitting there in her lingerie was enough to stir my cock. She sat Indian-style and waited for me to start, studying me like an eager young student in her favorite class. I stood there like an instructor, ready to begin the first lesson, so I began. I Want to Watch "I want to watch you wank," she said. "Whaaat?" I replied. "You asked what I would most like to see and that's it. I've always been fascinated by the idea and I want to see a man rub himself off. I want to watch from start to finish." My cock had suddenly become rigid inside my underpants. I'm sure my mouth was gaping open, but I was unable to make a sound. We had probably had a bit too much to drink and we'd both got to that point where we indulged in harmless flirting - something we would never do in the office if we were sober, but my original question had been intended to ask what she would most like to see - in terms of sights around the world. But she had deliberately misinterpreted this and given her saucy reply. "Oops! Did I just say that out loud? What must you think of me?" I still couldn't think of what to say. Her eyes looked down at the table almost coyly as she said, "Don't worry, I didn't mean you necessarily. I meant that I'd like to see a man do it." Finally I spoke, with a small amount of incredulity, "You mean you've never seen a man...?" I didn't finish the sentence, so she carried on; her cheeks and upper chest seemed a little flushed. "It's just that, well, with my all of my boyfriends - not that I've had that many - when it got to the point that it was out in the open, well, they just wanted to get on with it. I mean, sure, sometimes they wanted me to wank them, but it rarely finished that way." She paused, seeming a little embarrassed, but then she took another deep swig of her drink and blurted out the rest of her explanation. "Usually, they would get so excited that they just wanted to...you know, just get in me. But, sometimes they'd want me to use my mouth. God I can't believe I'm telling you this!" Neither could I! I guess that I'd always quite fancied Chantal, but this was the first time that we'd ever found ourselves alone together. One of the secretaries was leaving to have a baby and so we'd all gone down to one of the local pubs to wish her goodbye. It was a Wednesday, so most people had sloped away early, leaving just the two of us. Unlike the rest, I had the next day off as I had had to work the weekend before, whereas Chantal was due back in the next day. But it was still only 8.30pm, so it wasn't exactly late yet. "Why didn't you ever ask one of them to do it for you then?" "I guess I was too embarrassed. I become very shy when it comes to sex." "Really?" I said, arching an eyebrow. She gave me a playful shove - we were sitting on a padded bench behind a table on which we had our drinks. The bar was almost empty at this end of the pub and we were unobserved and it was unlikely that our conversation could be overheard. "Stop it! You know it's only the drink making me talk so much!" I smiled, enjoying the momentary physical contact and her closeness. Suddenly, I found myself really attracted to Chantal. "Well, what did your girlfriends say?" "Like I said, I find it difficult to talk about sex usually." "Even when you've been drinking?" "I don't usually drink all that much - not that I've had that much this evening!" she blurted. "Well, I'm happy that you've been able to relax enough to be able to open up." Chantal always dressed fairly conservatively, but at the same time her suits made her look very sexy. Just now, she had removed her jacket and laid it on the seat beside her, covering her bag. Her cream blouse looked to be made of silk and was fine enough to reveal the pretty lace bra beneath. It made me start to wonder if she wore matching panties. My cock stiffened even more. Feeling so horny, I decided to press on, "So, this fantasy of yours; how would you envisage a man carrying out this demonstration for you?" She cocked her head to one side and thought for a moment. "Well, I'd be sitting in a nice comfy chair and he would be standing about two metres away." "OK, so what would he do? Pull his cock out and just start rubbing?" "Oh no, I'd want him to be naked - so that I can see everything." "And what about you?" "Me?" "Yes. Would you be naked too?" "No, I don't think so. I'd be dressed. That way there would be less chance of... well, unnecessary distractions." "Wouldn't you want to touch yourself while you were watching?" Her eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment, as her mind drifted over the scenario. "Um, well I guess maybe. I mean, it's bound to be pretty hot, isn't it?" "Having a woman watch while you wank is pretty hot," I agreed. "Almost as hot as being able to watch a woman masturbate." It was Chantal's turn to display a gaping mouth. She closed it quickly with a chomping sound. "Have you ever watched a woman do that then?" "Oh, yes. It really is something wonderful to watch." I couldn't help it when my eyes wandered to Chantal's chest. There was probably one blouse button too many unfastened and there was the faintest glimpse of cleavage and lace. I tore my eyes away and looked back at her face. Of course, she caught me looking, but she instantly broke eye contact and looked away. Or to be more precise she inadvertently looked downwards - towards my crotch. "Oh! Danny!" she leaned in and hissed. "Are you... have you... is it... you're not aroused are you?" I had the urge to cross my hands in front of me in order to cover up, but I had an even greater urge to let her see, just to find out how she would now react. Chantal's face reddened again, but she looked back down at the lump in the front of my trousers. "Um... I must say; it looks quite big. Is it?" "I've never had the opportunity to compare. What do you think?" "Usually when I've seen one, I've had my hand wrapped around it!" she giggled. "Well, why don't you wrap your hand around it and compare?" I could hear the blood pulsing in my ears. Had I gone too far? Chantal made a deep intake of breath and for a moment I thought she was going to shout or scream. But she didn't. Instead, she quickly looked around to see if anybody was watching. "What, here?" she whispered. "Yeah, go on." She double-checked that the coast was clear and then slid her hand up my leg onto my erection. My trousers were relatively loose, which allowed her to get a good grip. To my surprise, she began to rub up and down. Within thirty seconds I was wishing we were somewhere else - somewhere private. She was that good at it. "I can see why your boyfriends didn't last very long before ripping off your knickers." She stopped rubbing, a shocked look on her face. "Who told you that?" she demanded. "That I like having my knickers ripped off?" Momentarily confused at my accidental discovery, I was a little nonplussed. "Do you?" I asked. The look on Chantal's face showed that she now realised she had unwittingly revealed a very personal secret. "I'm not going to answer that!" I grinned and said, "You already have." Her face went a shade deeper and she wriggled in her seat. "Please stop. You're making me... uncomfortable." What I wanted just then was for Chantal to wrap her hand around my cock again, but she had retreated into a defensive shell. In my highly intoxicated state, I decided to try pushing some buttons. "Was it always in private, or did it ever happen in a public place?" Chantal made a sharp intake of breath. I'd noticed that she was already breathing more heavily and her breasts were rising and falling delightfully. Indeed, now I looked, I could see that her nipples were beginning to show. "Never in public? Didn't you ever fantasise about it?" She didn't speak and for a few moments I thought that she was going to shake her head, but then - to my delight - she slowly nodded. "So... would you like it to happen... now?" She closed her eyes and I watched as she gave another, almost imperceptible nod. It was my turn to check that nobody was observing us, and then I slipped my hand around Chantal's waist and tugged the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt. My fingers touched the smooth, warm flesh and she shivered. I slipped my fingers under her waistband and located the side of her panties. The band was thin, maybe only a centimetre wide and I could feel a seam. I drew the material up out of the skirt, wrapped my hand around and gave a firm tug. It took two attempts, but then the seam gave way. Chantal gave a little, "Oh!" I tugged her blouse out on the side nearest me and then repeated the manoeuvre, the lace band giving way at the third attempt this time. Then I slipped my hand inside the back of Chantal's skirt, the back of my hand grazing her spine as I reached down to locate the loose end of her panties. My fingers went further than necessary so that I could feel the knuckle of my middle finger sliding into her bum cleavage. Pulling the material free, I whispered to Chantal to lift a little and then I slowly drew the wrecked panties out of her skirt, knowing that they would be sliding across her pussy and up between her cheeks. Her eyes opened again, but then crossed as I retrieved the garment, stimulating her erogenous zones. Chantal's nostrils were flared and I guessed that she was probably as turned on as me. It took about thirty seconds for her to regain an element of self-control, at which point she spotted the panties in my hand. She snatched them away and quickly secreted them in her bag. For the first time in a while she spoke again. "Oh shit! That's was so erotic! It's making me have all sorts of naughty thoughts!" "Like?" "Like... now I want to see your dick, so that I can properly compare it to my boyfriends'" "OK," I said. And then I unzipped my fly. "Not here!" she whispered. "Too late," I grunted, as I pulled at the buttons securing my underpants. My cock head sprang into view immediately. Chantal gasped, quickly looked to make sure nobody could see and then reached out. This time she was able wrap her hand completely round my cock and immediately resumed her rubbing. If it was good before, now, flesh on flesh, if she kept this up for very long, the pub was going to experience a new indoor fountain. And then it all became surreal; as I watched, fascinated, Chantal suddenly bent at the waist and dropped her head into my lap. Suddenly my cock was wrapped in the soft, warm wetness of her mouth and her tongue was doing some amazing things. I'd stopped breathing and my orgasm hit at lightning speed - too fast to warn Chantal. But she continued to bob her head as I emptied my testicles and she swallowed everything I produced. When I'd finally finished spurting she sat back up, licking her lips and promptly tucked my softening cock away in my underpants and zipped my trousers up. Then she checked just to make sure that nobody had seen. I just sat looking at her with what must have been an astounded look on my face. "Well don't just sit there," she giggled. Go and get me another drink to wash it down. So I stood up, quickly adjusted myself to ensure that my cock wasn't too obvious and walked down to the bar. By the time I returned, Chantal had picked up a beer mat and was fanning herself with it. As I sat down, I whispered, "That was amazing! It was possibly the most erotic thing that's ever happened to me." Chantal smiled, but her voice was husky as she replied, "Well, that's gotten you off, but what about me?" My mouth was dry. I knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn't see how to do it. "I want to repay the compliment, but I think its way too risky here." As if to underline my point, just then another couple walked past and sat at a table a short distance away. I could feel the heat in my face rising as I realised just how close we came to being caught in the act. "Well, perhaps we should finish our drinks and then call it a day here." I was surprised at her words, considering what she had said only a few moments ago, but then she continued. "I think I need to go back to the office. Perhaps you'd like to come with me. I think there's something you may be able to help me with." Assuming that she had intended the double meaning, I asked, "Will it still be open?" "Of course, very open," she breathed. We walked along the road towards our building, but just before we get there Chantal tugged on my arm and leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. "I can't believe how wet you've made my pussy. I hope that you're not going to let me down?" A half turn and nudge of my groin into her hip gave her an appropriate answer. The security guard hardly even looked up as we walked past and then individually used our passes to enter the interior of the building. The cleaning staff were just on their way out, having finished for the day. We got into the lift together and as the doors closed Chantal pressed her body up against mine. "I have never felt so horny in my life! I'm almost out of control!" The lift doors opened at the fifth floor and we almost ran down to Chantal's tiny office. She shut and locked the door behind us then, rather bizarrely, opened the blinds that had been closed when we entered. Then she switched off the lights. Now I understood her purpose; our building wasn't overlooked on this side, but the night time view was spectacular and there was just enough light to see each other. Chantal leaned back against her desk, breathing heavily, drawing her skirt up her legs. I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of her. She continued to lift the garment slowly, until I couldn't stand the suspense any more. I pushed the skirt up to her waist and plunged my face between her already parted legs. I could see the sheen on Chantal's pussy. She was wetter than I'd ever seen a woman before and in the brief millisecond that it took for my lips to target her swollen clit, I noticed that her lips were puffed and parted. She gasped as my tongue rasped across the sensitive little organ. I concentrated on it, swirling my tongue around and nibbling gently with my teeth, then occasionally delving the tip down between those soft folds. Her breathing became heavier and she shuddered every now and then. Judging the time was right, I eased two of my fingers up into Chantal's pussy. She moaned and almost immediately began to buck against my mouth and hand. Her legs crushed against the sides of my head, effectively making me deaf, yet I could still hear her cries as she came heavily. ***** When Chantal finally released the pressure on my ears, I was able to back away. I stood, wanting nothing more than to penetrate her with my cock. I began to unzip my trousers, my attention centred between her legs. "No, wait!" she panted. "I can't take you just yet. It's too soon. It will hurt. You'll have to give me a few minutes." I fought to control the impulse to ignore her pleas and just dive right in, but common sense just managed to hold me in check. She wasn't stopping me - she just needed time to recover from her orgasm. "Besides," she said with a smile. "You still need to fulfil my fantasy for me." She stood upright, knees shaking slightly and walked around her desk. She pulled the chair out to the side of it and sat down. Then she signalled me to move across by the door and stand in front of her. "Well, you remember what I told you that I've always wanted to see, don't you?" I nodded, my mind beginning to spin. "Come on then, get 'em off!" she jokingly commanded. She was still panting from her previous efforts. So, I began to strip. Slowly, piece by piece, until I stood naked, my cock harder than I had ever imagined possible, nodding with the blood pulsing through it. Chantal had pulled her skirt back down when she sat on the chair and her legs were together, revealing nothing. But as I took hold of my shaft and gently began to stroke up and down it, she began to unbutton her blouse, raising my libido even higher. The blouse fluttered to the floor and I found myself staring at the beautiful lace brassiere - but not for long, as she reached behind and unhooked it. Sliding the straps down and off, she kept one arm holding the cups in place, then transferred her hands to the cups. I watched, transfixed as he allowed the bra to fall slowly away, while leaving her hands in place covering her breasts. "My nipples are sooooo hard," she breathed. "And hot! They're almost burning my hands." I moaned in appreciation, my hand movements involuntarily speeding up. Chantal took her hands away, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing, the near-perfect orbs glowing with a sheen of sweat, the angry red nipples seemingly aimed at me. I was getting close now and my hand was moving faster. Chantal slowly stood and began to unzip the side of her skirt - the last item of clothing hiding her complete nudity. And then she dropped it. I felt my cock surge with the ejaculate. With an edge of excitement in her voice, Chantal challenged me, "Come on then, see if you can hit me!" I'd said that it was a small office, but I was still a good six feet away from her, so I didn't think it was possible. But I was wrong, the first spurt landed on her legs around her knees, the second was much higher; almost reaching her breasts. The third jet was an almost perfect shot and Chantal looked down at the come dribbling across her pussy. "You dirty bastard!" she said with a wicked grin. "I told myself that if you managed it, then I'd let you do whatever you want with me. I hope you've got more where that came from so that you can use me properly?" I'd surprised myself - especially as this was my second orgasm of the evening. Hearing Chantal's words both excited me and filled me with dread - I had no idea if I would be capable of anything else now. But I needn't have worried; before I'd even finished, Chantal closed the two paces between us and sank to her knees. She licked the head of my penis clean and then began sucking it back to hardness. It didn't take very long. My cock was hurting, feeling as though it had been stretched beyond endurance, but I was ready to enter Chantal now. I told her to get up and bend over her desk. She readily and quickly complied, looking back over her shoulder as I approached her from behind. She giggled as I nudged the head against her pussy lips. She was tight, but I kept increasing the pressure and my dick gradually sank further, until my balls were nestled against her pubic hair. I began to stroke in and out, building up a rhythm. I kept going until I felt that Chantal was close to her orgasm, but then stopped. I wanted to prolong my enjoyment. "Keep going, keep going, I'm nearly there!" she pleaded. But instead, I withdrew. Chantal looked back at me with a pained look on her face. I took my pussy-soaked shaft in my hand and aimed it a little higher, then leaned back in. She gasped. "Oh! I've never done that before!" "You said that I could do whatever I want with you," I reminded her. "You really are a dirty bastard, aren't you? Look, I'm scared it will hurt." The lubrication already smothering my cock allowed the head to pop through the sphincter quickly, but I stopped and waited for her discomfort to ease. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to rock gently and push further and further. Chantal said nothing, but seemed to have clamped her mouth shut. She was breathing forcefully through her nose. I could feel Chantal's anal walls relaxing and her breathing began to settle, so I started moving, it took maybe ten minutes, but eventually I was fucking her ass rapidly - and I got the impression she was beginning to enjoy it. "Oh you dirty bugger! You're going to make me come like this aren't you?" The slapping sounds of my thighs on her bum cheeks echoed around the office. I got faster and faster, but after two orgasms already I lasted a long time. I began to think I was going to pass out from the marathon effort, but then I felt Chantal responding and watched her hand slither down to play with her pussy. I Want to Watch "Now," she said. "Make me come!" We both came at the same time. Neither of us was in control of our own body and we were jerking spasmodically, the joint orgasms destroying our co-ordination. Afterwards, we both collapsed to the floor and wrapped our arms around each other. ***** It was pretty late by the time that we managed to get dressed and leave the building. The security guard gave us a curious look, but we just ignored him. It was too late to get a train home, so Chantal took me back to her flat. Suffice to say; she called in sick the next day, allowing us to carry on exploring each others bodies. I Want To Watch “Well, I usually do it when you’re away or sleeping or whatever. First,” I sat down on the bed, “I’d start to think of something hot, but now that I see you here, I don’t think I…” Sheryl interrupted, “Well, what would you think of?” “Hmm…Well, I’ll be honest, sometimes you, sometimes a hot girl I see somewhere, or I’ll look at some porn.” Pointing to the computer sitting near the bed, Sheryl started to lean back on the bedpost, resting on a pillow. “And then I’ll start thinking about or watching until I get hard, or I’ll start to play with myself a little to help along.” I reached into my boxers and started fondling myself. For some odd reason, it was more of a turn on when I saw Sheryl looking at me. She was looking me over, smiling and licking her lips. I continued on with my demonstration, “So now that I’m hard,” I reached into a drawer and produced a bottle of lotion, “I lose the boxers,” I took them off and tossed them next to my other pair that lay on the floor, “Get a squirt of lotion and go to town.” I squirted some lotion into my right hand, laid back, and grasped myself. Looking at Sheryl, I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her. Strip her of her bra and panties, get on top of her and fuck her soft tits. Or maybe I would’ve started by licking her pussy, getting it nice and wet and ready for my cock to fuck her. I started stroking faster. I looked at Sheryl’s full, cherry red lips, I thought about how good she could suck my cock. How she could deep throat me and let me face fuck her. Watch her jerk me off herself after she got me nice and wet with her spit. I started cupping my balls with my left hand. My eyes averted down to Sheryl’s chest, undressing them of her bra and wanting to fondle her breasts so badly. Take a nipple into my mouth and suck and bite and lick it. I stroked faster. I knew I was studying her body as much as she was studying mine, it was such a turn on, watching her watch me, to see the want in my eyes as I saw it in hers. My eyes continued their descent, toward her pussy. I had become so familiar with it, the way she loved staying completely hairless to heighten sensation, the way she liked it eaten out, the way she liked to be fucked. I could smell her now, she was wet and hot, her scent drove me wild with the desire to be inside of her. I was close now, real close; I kept on jerking and jerking, never looking away from Sheryl. I released my load, moaning out. It plopped onto my stomach and pubic area, my cock was still leaking cum when I let go of it. I took a deep breath and looked over at Sheryl, who was cupping a breast. “Wow, that was, that was so fucking hot. I’m drenched down here.” Rubbing her pussy through her panties, I saw the dark spot of wetness that had accumulated from watching me. I laughed and diverted my attention back to my hand, covered in cum. Reaching to the floor, I looked for the tissues but Sheryl took my hand, guided it toward her mouth and licked the cum off. “Waste not, want not.” I placed my hand on her cheek, she placed hers over mine and she laid down next to me, swirling her finger in the pool of cum on my stomach. Another memorable night to look back on.