1 comments/ 14780 views/ 5 favorites Watching Her Watching By: KayPS As George opened the front door of his flat he was greeted by the unmistakeable sound of a woman groaning in pleasure. The sound stopped him short as there shouldn't have been anybody there but his girlfriend Melissa. "Hello, he called out nervously. "In here, baby," that was unmistakeably Melissa's voice. He pushed open the door of the living room uncertain what he was going to find. The big relief was that Melissa was alone. But it wasn't her moaning. The sound came from the TV where Melissa seemed to be watching pornography. And although Melissa wasn't moaning she was masturbating. "Hey baby," she murmured as he came in but she seemed barely aware of him and kept her eyes fixed on the absolutely stunning and perfectly naked brunette on the television as the actress languidly fingered her perfectly shaved pussy. Melissa by contrast was only just about naked enough to permit access. She was still wearing her University logoed zip up hoody and her jeans were pulled down around her hips but still basically on. She hadn't even taken off her black lace panties, one hand was down the front of them rubbing her clit, while the other hand had twitched them aside further down where she had two fingers jamming into her hot wet bush. There was a burning hot look in her eyes as she watched the brunnete get herself off. George's eyes went from the TV to his girlfriend and back again. After acknowledging his presence, Melissa pretty much just ignored him and carried on giving her attention to the girl on the screen as she gently coaxed herself to orgasm. He had always been burningly curious about when and how his girlfriend masturbated but had somehow always been too shy to ask. He'd watched her finger herself of course but that was always part of sex, a bit of a show. He wanted to know what she did for herself. He'd never found any evidence of anything, assumed she must do something but had no idea what or when. There was a pleasing mental image he sometime cultivated of her trying on lingerie and maybe reading some dirty book or just enjoying the feel of her own body. He certainly didn't think she watched porn. They'd watched porn together a couple of times, always at his suggestion. She'd been totally happy to on both occasions. They'd sat side by side on the sofa watching a beautiful couple sensitively screwing (George had chosen the video with care). George had fingered Melissa whilst she wanked him off. She'd been totally cool with the whole thing but hadn't shown much enthusiasm and he'd come to the conclusion she was only humouring him and so, feeling a little awkward, he never suggested it again. Possibly the mistake was not showing her a video of a girl on her own. It had never crossed his mind that she'd be into this sort of thing. He had to admit it was pretty hot. George moved over so that he was sitting next to Melissa watching the TV screen. The girl was insanely hot, perfect tits not too big, beautiful face with eyes that were that beguiling mix of wantonness and innocence, and the prettiest pinkest cunt you ever saw. Melissa was so wet that George could hear her fingers actually squelching in her pussy. He was starting to feel pretty hard but somehow too self-conscious to just get it out and start jacking off, even though that's what Melissa was basically doing. "Kiss my tits." "Sorry?" George almost thought Melissa had forgotten him. "Kiss my tits." Melissa stopped playing with herself just long enough to unzip and discard her hoody and peel herself out of her t shirt and black lace bra. Melissa's tits were a little big bigger than those of the girl on the screen and with a nice bounce to them. Now topless she got back to fingering herself. George thought she looked amazing and loved watching her finger fucking herself, really going for it. But he did as he was told. He knew Melissa loved her breasts being kissed. Soft open kisses more than licks, starting on the plump undersides and up and round until finally circling in on her nipples. Melissa was moaning and so was the girl on the screen. Her finger movements were furious now and George thought he could smell her pussy as her juices must have been gushing out of her. Melissa's moans reached crescendo and she came in big shuddering gasps, her breasts heaving and pushing into George. He pulled away and looked down at her, tits quivering but hands finally still inside her pants. "Phew," she said, "that was nice". And she stood up, rearranged her panties and her jeans and put her bra and top back on. She largely ignored George but finally turned to look at him when she had finished getting herself back together. "Want a taste?" she asked, offering him her fingers, slick with her pussy juices. George took them eagerly fully aroused. He didn't think Melissa had ever tasted so delicious. But she simply turned and left the room. Even the video had finished and the screen gone blank. George was left feeling horny and frustrated. Still it wasn't hard to work the remote to get the video on again. About five minutes later, Melissa walked back into the room. George looked up, a guilty look on his face and his hard cock in his hand, feeling like he'd been busted but he was only doing what Melissa had just done. Melissa looked at him and at his cock with an unexpected warmth in her eyes. "Would you like me to suck that for you?" He nodded, amazed, Melissa never sucked his cock. "Keep watching the screen." George did as he was told and it wasn't difficult as the girl was crazy hot. He was aware of Melissa between his legs and her hands taking his off his cock and then her mouth around it, licking a sucking. He looked down at her. Melissa stopped sucking, "The screen, baby," she said softly. George looked back. The girl was leaning back on an expensive looking sofa, her perfect breasts rising and falling as one, long exquisite finger slid up deep inside her. Melissa kept up a steady tempo all the time, pumping his shaft with one hand as she sucked him down with the other. The whole experience was so much and so overwhelming that it wasn't long before he found himself cumming hard in his girlfriend's mouth. She just kept on sucking, taking it all down. George kept his eyes on the brunette whose whole body as shaking as she simultaneously brought herself to orgasm. Melissa looked up at him and he looked down at her. She swallowed and took his cock out of her mouth and put it back in his trousers. "Now turn that off and come and help me with dinner." Watching Her Watching Me "So, is it okay if I use your shower before I take off?" At the time, this was not a completely unusual thing for me to ask of my friends. I was a law student living in a cold-water flat, so my personal hygiene options involved either showering at the gym on the way to class, or occasionally asking a favor from friends with hot water. Then again, this was not a typical friend. B and I had been companions, study mates, and eager fuck buddies since the first semester of law school. B wasn't like other women I had dated. She was tall, with short, brown hair and a decidedly tomboyish style, favoring jeans and bulky sweaters. B had small breasts, long legs, and was an intense athlete, enjoying running and biking in the summer and skiing in the winter. All this exercise kept her trim and strong. We gravitated to one another because of a shared sense of humor, and a disdain for our classmates who took school too seriously. During one of our first study sessions at her house, she made the first move, tossing her book aside and kissing me hard on the mouth. I grew excited as my hands started to explore her taut body, and we soon moved to the bedroom. I was immediately struck by how enthusiastic B was, tearing both of our clothes off, telling me what she wanted me to do, and cumming hard and very quickly. I was used to women needing slow and deliberate attention before they could reach orgasm, but B seemed perpetually randy and easily stimulated. Unless she paced herself, vigorous stroking of her clitoris would have her body tensing in ecstasy in less than a minute. And shortly after that, she was ready for more. After our relationship began, B would stoke my interest by telling me about her previous sexual exploits (including an especially hot lesbian one night stand) as well as her fantasies. In the library, she would whisper to me about her most recent masturbation session or how she could make herself cum just by squeezing her nipples, while I rubbed my engorged cock beneath the desk. In turn, she would ask me to tell her about the last time I jerked off and what I had thought about or what porn I looked at while I did it. Our "study sessions" at her place quickly became pretexts for prolonged bouts of sex. In order to delay our orgasms, we would often begin by watching each other masturbate, B whispering through gritted teeth how turned on she got by seeing my hard cock. During foreplay, we would describe detailed scenarios to each other involving the two of us with another woman, or another man. Our exploits got hotter and more adventurous. She asked me to fuck her ass for the first time; I loved coming on her tits and her face; on a few occasions, she used a dildo on my asshole while she sucked my cock. But after a year or so, my eyes started to wander. I decided I wanted to pursue some of the other women at school. B made it clear that, notwithstanding some of the fantasies of threesomes she had described to me, she had no interest in sharing and we decided to break things off. After a couple weeks, we were both seeing other people; B started hanging out with another classmate, S. But as it was a small school and we both still enjoyed each other's company, we remained friends and saw each other often. In this spirit of camaraderie, I had loaned B some class notes. Now I was at her house having biked over to retrieve them. When I arrived, B had been doing some work on the house. She was wearing jeans and a thin t-shirt, no bra, with a little dirt on her here and there, and a sheen of sweat on her skin. She looked good. We talked a bit and B was her usual frisky self. She handed me my notes and I was making to leave, when it occurred to me to ask about using her shower. I hadn't showered yet that day and was sweaty from my bike ride. I'd be lying if I didn't also admit to feeling a little horny with thoughts running in the back of my mind of our many hot episodes in that house. "Sure," B responded to my shower request. And then, after a pause, "Are you going to pull on your cock while you're in there?" Her mind was in the same place mine was, and it excited me. "Maybe," I said slyly, turning to the bathroom. I shut the bathroom door behind me—but not all the way—turned the hot shower on, and stripped off my clothes. My dick had already started to stiffen thanks to B's comment, and I wondered if it might be the prelude to something more. I stepped into the shower as the room filled with steam, and began lathering up. I rubbed soap over my body, washing my face, my chest, my ass, and my legs. As I did, I daydreamed of B on top of me, fingering her engorged clit while riding my dick. By the time I started to clean my cock, it was erect and throbbing. I wrapped my hand around it and had only given it a few slow, soapy strokes when I heard the bathroom door open. B entered wordlessly and leaned against the bathroom counter. Her eyes were on my hard member. I turned slightly to give her a better view, massaging my rigid dick in the soapy foam. I noticed that I could see myself in the mirror behind her. I was in good shape from biking and swimming, and my penis looked huge, straining out from my body as my hand slid along the shaft. B's gaze was locked on it, and I could see her nipples becoming erect beneath her shirt as she bit the corner of her lip. I started jerking my cock faster and rubbing beneath my balls with the soap in my other hand. Watching her watching me was incredibly hot. "Turn around," she rasped, and I did as she instructed. I smoothed more lather over my ass and then, placing one foot on the edge of the tub, reached back with my left hand and began massaging my asshole. The sensation was incredible and after a moment, I eased my middle finger in to my butt. Over the sound of the shower, I heard a low, uncontrolled moan escape B's lips. I pushed my finger further in and used my other hand to rub the bar of soap over my cock as it twitched and ached. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that B's face was flushed, her mouth slack, and she was breathing heavily. She had undone the fly on her jeans and her left hand was writhing in her panties. With her other hand, she pulled on her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She could not take her eyes off of me. Reflected in the mirror behind her, I saw myself pressing one, then two fingers inside my tight butt. After a minute, afraid that I might cum before I was ready, I slid my fingers out of my ass and turned to face her again. I leaned back against the wall of the shower, working my cock with both hands now, pointing it directly at B as the water from the shower head cascaded over it. Performing like this for my ex-girlfriend had me delirious. As the soap washed away, I noticed for the first time a steady stream of precum oozing from the tip of my penis and down the shaft, lubricating my hands as they squeezed and pumped. B now had both hands down the front of her panties, occasionally taking one out and raising it to her mouth so she could taste her juices. Her breathing was ragged and a few times she let out a high squeak of pleasure. In the mirror, I saw my hands piston back and forth over my rock-hard member, and for a moment I imagined it wasn't my reflection, but another man jacking off as he watched us pleasure ourselves. "That's it," B said, standing. As I turned off the water, she pulled a towel off the rack and cursorily dried me. Then, grabbing my raging erection with the towel, she pulled me to her bedroom. I lay on the bed and resumed stroking myself, a thread of clear liquid dripping from the end of my dick and starting to pool on my stomach. It would not be long now. B hurriedly removed her clothes, peeling off her saturated panties last. Lying on the bed next to me, B stared at my dick as she frantically rubbed her fingers over her wet pussy, her hand moving in a blur on her swollen, pink clit. "Suck on my tits," she said hoarsely. As soon as I took her left nipple in my mouth, biting it slightly, she surged into orgasm as if electrocuted, arching her back and then pitching forward. She stifled a cry as a small river of liquid gushed from her pussy and soaked the sheets beneath her. Then it was my turn. B turned onto her side and took hold of my dick, replacing my hand with hers. "Come for me," she said, a command that was totally unnecessary. The sensation of her touch, the suddenly frenzied strokes, her hand covered in her wetness, all combined to send me over the edge. I reached back and grabbed the headboard as I felt my own orgasm come on. My hips bucked and an arc of semen flew over my shoulder on to the pillow next to me. The next shot of fluid landed squarely on my lips and chin. I stuck out my tongue to taste the salty mess on my face as my cock continued to spasm, shooting long strands of cum on to my stomach and chest. I could not believe the amount of milky ejaculate erupting from my pulsing cock. When my climax finally subsided, my torso was coated. B continued to lightly stroke my spent but still-hard dick as my body convulsed in the aftermath. She then leaned over to kiss me while rubbing the pearls of semen into my chest, now and again tasting my jism for herself. "Well," B said after a minute, "I guess we're back together." Watching Her, Watching Us I would like to share with you all a turning point in my married life, a moment that got us to explore public sex, watching others and eventually sharing each other. Perhaps I will share those stories later... ------------------------ Normally I couldn't stand 'dinner parties' with my wife's friends. But tonight things had gone well, there had been a few new people at the dinner and the hosts had accidently made the cocktails a bit strong which had really helped loosen everyone up. Instead of sitting politely listening to everyone chatting about things I had no interest in, I ended up sat next to a guy who also worked in motorsport, I was really engaged talking and got through more cocktails than I would have normally. He left quite early but the spirits helped me loosen up with Cathy's girlfriends and made a bit more effort to chat to them about their jobs and their families and ask questions and all the usual stuff but actually had a good time, even got away with some light flirting with one of them. Fortunately we had left the car at home so we could both have a few drinks and get the train back, it was only an hour from South London to home and was much cheaper than getting a cab. Cathy and I left at midnight, she was as drunk as I was, at one point slipping out of a high heel as she tried to make it up the steps on the platform bridge. I caught her by her arm and managed to keep her upright as I bent down to retrieve her shoe. I managed to place the shoe back over her foot, whilst taking my time to inspect her legs. She was wearing sheer skin coloured tights and a black skirt with a patterened edge at the hem. As always, even now with a flushed face and slightly messy hair, she looked stunning. Sophisticated but with a hint of sexiness that I would always be aware of. Her top showed off her beautiful pert breasts, but without giving too much away. As I stood back up, she could see in my eyes what I was thinking and I leant in to kiss her. She pulled back. "When we get home... if you are lucky, and I don't fall asleep. Not that you deserve it, I saw you flirting." I kissed her anyway, and pulled her towards me with my arm around her. I used my fingers to caress her lower back. She responded with a flick of her tongue in my mouth and her hand pulled my closer. Our intoxication took over, the kiss became heavy and sexual and our hands started to run up and down each others bodies. Just as I was starting to get hard and she was grinding slightly against my leg I realised our train was pulling into the platform on the other side of the bridge. I didn't even attempt to get her to run in her heels. I picked her up and carried her carefully over the bridge and then just before the train doors closed managed to get both of us onto the train. I collapsed into the seat, her across my lap, and took some deep breathes. She looked up at me "My hero!" she said sarcastically, her words a little bit slurred, and then leant forward to kiss me againg, both her hands round my neck. We kissed hard, and as she explored my mouth with her tongue, I slipped my left hand up her skirt, just onto her thigh and massaged her legs with my fingers. We were well out of the station when she stopped kissing me, "Not sure what they put in those cocktails, but I cannot wait to get you home" she said, and got off my lap to reveal an obvious lump in my jeans. "I'm going to sit opposite you so that we don't get ourselves into trouble" she said with a sexy grin as she moved to the seat across from me, then slipped off her shoes and placed her feet in my lap. With her body to far away to be played with I began massaging a foot through her tights, I used both hands to push my fingers into the muscles of her foot, my fingers applying pressure where I knew she liked and could tell she was enjoying it as she closed her eyes, leaned her head back and bit her lip. Then she moved her other foot to one side so that I had a clear view up her skirt as she relaxed. I rubbed her foot for a few minutes, watching her face to see that she was enjoying it. After a couple of minutes her eyes opened suddenly, "If I make you promise, will you stay in your seat?" She asked. "Why? What are you thinking?" I replied. "Just need to do some things..." I looked at her sexy eyes, I could tell so much from the way she looked at me and knew that she was thinking something naughty. "I promise" I said, eager to please. She immediately moved the foot I had been massaging to the other side of me so that I was sat directly between her legs. Then she slid her hand into her skirt so that I could see it on top of her tights and began rubbing between her legs, not taking her eyes off mine. My erection strained against my jeans as she began to play with herself. Her other hand moved up to her breast and then began to unbutton her blouse. I looked towards the back of the carriage, and had a quick look behind, no-one was around. I assumed that the CCTV on trains couldn't see into the seats themselves, but didn't really care. Cathy managed to undo 2 of the buttons on her blouse and take out one of her nipples from a sexy red bra that she knew I liked. She rolled her nipple between her fingers, pinched it and rubbed it, her mouth open, but her eyes closed. I saw her hand come out of her skirt and then back in, this time behind the tights and inside her knickers. I could see in her face how nice it felt. I sat back and took it all in, desperately wishing we had a shorter journey on the train so that I could get her home. We'd had sex in public places before - parks, cars etc. but this felt especially bad. We were not hidden behind a bush, or parked somewhere quiet. We were exposed, and even though we weren't having sex, it was enough to get caught out. The bright interior lights lit up her gorgeous body as she writhed under her own touch. She opened her eyes, suddenly aware of where she was and looked around sheepishly. Then seeing the coast was clear, stood up and removed her tights and knickers from under her skirt. She took the tights, folded them gently and placed them in her handbag, then the knickers she gave to me. They were red lace, matching her bra. And I could see moisture in the front. I smelt the panties, they were musty and almost dripping with her juices. It reminded me of the many times I had spent between her legs. I wished I could taste her pussy now. Looking around, she sat back down, her legs either side of me again and started to play with her pussy again. Now I could see everything, she had her clitoris between her fingers, rotating over the top of it, slowly, then faster. Her pussy was wet and open, I could see it clearly up her skirt and without thinking I stood up to come over to her. She opened her eyes, "No!" She said "You promised!" A sexy grin was on her face again as she teased me. I had completely forgotten I was supposed to be sitting down but not wanting to stop the show I quickly sat back down. "Now, as punishment, get your cock out" She was grinning again, her fingers still playing with her clit, her entire breast now out of the bra and being cupped by her other hand. "I want to see it, and imagine it is inside me". It was not often my wife spoke to me like that, and while part of me did not want to get my cock out on a train, another part of me knew I had to play along and knew how turned on she was. I looked around the carriage again, there was no-one about, and my cock was desperate to get out of my jeans. I obeyed, undid my flies and took my hard dick out of my boxers. Her eyes were wide. "That's better" she said and I watched as two of her fingers slipped easily into her pussy. She thrust them in and out and she stared at my cock. "Play with it for me" She said, clearly forgetting where she was. I grabbed it by the base and started working it up and down. Appreciating how horny I was as I felt how sensitive my dick was. She watched me masturbate, licking her lips and working herself up into a frenzy, her fingers pumping in and out as she pulled and pinched her tits. Then she took her hand away from her tits and crawled over to me, still with her fingers inside her wet snatch. Before I could stop her, before I could care that I we were on a train her mouth was around my dick. And once my wife has my dick in her mouth I am powerless. Her lips were immediately doing their magic, her teeth gently needing my skin, her tongue slipping up and down the bottom of my cock. Then she would suck then end, flicking her tongue over the tip, then back deep into her mouth, her throat just opening to let me in. My head was back, my eyes closed, wondering how long I could possibly last before I would pump cum into her mouth. I knew that's what she wanted, my cum inside her mouth, that was what would make her orgasm. Her hand was frantically working her pussy, but it was cock that she was thinking about, she must have been enjoying being on a train, knowing that we could get caught, knowing that we were in public. It was then that I opened my eyes again, and immediately froze as I locked eyes with a young woman standing in the aisle. She looked shocked, almost upset, her hand was against her red face. But then slowly started to grin. My wife was completely unaware as she went at my dick, it's whole length deep inside her mouth. I didn't know where to look so stayed staring at the suprised girl. She wasn't looking at me but at my wifes head as it moved up and down. I had expected the woman to run off, or at least give us some privacy because at that point I wasn't about to stop the fantastic blowjob my wife was giving me. But she didn't run off, she looked me in the eyes again and smiled, then sat down calmly in the seat on the other side of the aisle. Still looking slightly confused, but clearly enjoying what she was watching. I didn't know what to do, I should have told my wife, pulled her away and covered up, apologised to the woman for our behaviour and hoped she didn't call the police but I could feel my balls getting ready to cum, my dick didn't care that we had been caught, it had taken over. Cathy's hand was still inside her skirt, her wet knickers on the seat next to me. The woman was watching the blowjob again, and I could tell she was enjoying the show. She watched saliva dripping onto my balls from my rock hard cock, she watched my wife on her knees, fingers inside her pussy, rocking back and forth as she tried to swallow my whole dick in her mouth. And as the woman watched her own hand rested onto her crotch. She was wearing a skirt, shorter than my wife's, but more suited to a girl of her age, she must have been in her early twenties whereas my wife was in her thrities. Unlike my wife who had beautiful long dark hair which she kept tied back, this woman had fairly short blonde hair, a very feminine face and deep brown eyes that were transfixed by our performance. She lifted up her skirt and played with herself over her knickers, her bare legs were open as she looked back into my eyes. Now I felt really confused, I was so turned on. I had my beautiful wife giving me a blowjob in a public place, a young girl touching herself and looking up at me and I didn't even start to think about how this might look if my wife turned around. How would I explain to her that I was watching a blonde stranger play with herself while Cathy was sucking me off. And I didn't care, it was one of the most erotic moments of my life. I put my hands on my wifes head and fucked her mouth harder, while I watched the other woman slip a finger into her pussy. It didn't take much longer, my wife was moaning, eating my dick like a maniac, the juice from her pussy dripping down her leg. I picked up her pants and held them under my nose, my other hand holding her head onto me. The girl opposite was using both hands on her pussy, legs spread apart so I could see everything as I erupted into Cathy's throat. She started to moan, then gag and pulled back, my sperm continued to pump into her mouth, then onto her face as she struggled to swallow. She looked up at me an orgasm rippling through her as the taste of my cum tipped her over the edge. I inhaled her scent from her panties, still ejaculating onto her cheek. And then I pushed her mouth back onto my hard cock so she could swallow the rest of my cum. The girl opposite was also cumming hard. I could see her pussy start to pulsate, and her face was bright red. She grabbed her knickers and held them over her pussy as if to hide the orgasm that was taking place between her legs, and then liquid was forced out between her fingers through her knickers, squirting onto the floor of the carriage. The girl couldn't help but cry out a little as the orgasm took over and more juice sprayed out from between her legs. I had never seen a girl squirt in real life before and it was beautiful to watch. I moaned to hide the noise, my dick still hard having just watched someone squirt in public and lifted up my wife to kiss her. She was smiling, a post orgasmic look of pleasure over her face. She wiped my cum off her cheek with the back of her hand and then kissed me. My eyes were open as I watched the girl opposite. She was suddenly very flustered. With an embarrassed look on her face she stood up to leave. Then she walked right up behind my wife as we were kissing and dropped something into my hand behind my wife's back. It was wet material, felt like cotton. The girl looked me in the eye as I kissed my wife. Winked, and then her face turned red again as she half ran out of the carriage. With her gone, I focused on kissing my wife, harder now, then held up the soaked panties of the woman that she had left in my hand. I wasn't sure whether I kept them to tell my wife about what had happened, or because I wanted a souvenir to masturbate over, but I hid them in my jacket pocket. When we got home, my erection had never really gone down and I fucked my wife harder than I had done for a while. Thinking of what it would be like if someone was watching us and wondering if it would happen again... The next day I told my wife about what had happened, and showed her the knickers. And that's when it all started...