I’ve grown increasingly excited by the idea of being watched. I enjoy masterbating and do it a handful of times a day.
My tale involves being out of town in a neighboring state for a basketball tournament I entered. I’m athletic and enjoy playing various sports throughout the year. The tournament features both women’s and men’s teams so there were many familiar faces of fellow teammates I’ve played with before.
After a couple late back to back games, I was ready for a few adult beverages to relax. I bump into some players from the tournament and we’re all having fun visiting and drinking. Throughout the night I run into Alan. I hadn’t seen him a while until this tournament. We’re friendly and chit chat when we do see each other. I had always found him to be attractive, he carries himself with the confidence of a man who could give a shit what others think of him. I find that incredibly sexy. He intrigues me. Our conversations have always been innocent enough, maybe a little playfulness that could be considered mild harmless flirting.
So we sit and visit for a bit, he has a girlfriend, not sure how serious. Not that it mattered because I’m married anyway. After awhile I say I have to get going because of an early game in the morning. I plan to walk since my hotel is only a few city blocks away. It turns out he’s staying at the same hotel so we start heading that way. When we get there, I offer for him to hang out and smoke a little weed with me. He’s game so we chill for a bit getting high, talking films and music.
Eventually the conversation turns to sex after a raunchy joke. I volunteer that I enjoy masterbating quite a bit, with my fingers, with my toys. I’m so baked I lay down staring at the ceiling while we talk. I’m wearing basic athletic shorts which lends a peek to the curvature of my ass at the right angle. When I look over at him, I see him looking, then looks away upon getting caught. I feel flattered, even excited. I jokingly mention a voyeur situation where I touch myself if he was interested in watching. I figured if he wasn’t into it, he would say so. He’s already sitting in the chair at the desk at the foot of my bed, he smiles and extends his hand in a sweeping motion non verbally saying go ahead.
My legs are already bent at the knees, feet flat on the bed, so I just open my legs wider. I start off by moving my shorts and panties over to the side and pet my perfectly waxed mound eventually letting my fingertips invade my slit. I’m growing wet. I thought maybe the eye contact would be weird, but it was actually turning me on even more. I prop a pillow up behind my head so I have a better view of his reactions. He’s hard to read, but he’s still here so I assume he’s enjoying himself. I raise my hips to pull off my shorts and kick them aside so I have better access and he has a better view. My fingers are finding my clit and I start massaging in a circular motion.
I slide my fingers further down to my wet hole and it’s extremely moist and tingling, aching to be touched. I oblige penetrating with two fingers, then pulling them out to slather my juice back up to my clit. I’m lightly moaning occasionally breaking the eye contact to close my eyes in pleasure tilting my head back. I reach over to the night stand a take out my vibrator I brought with me and start running it along my wetness. He shifts in his seat which brings me back from my own little world, and I see he is into it. His erection is making it’s outline in his pants and he’s rubbing it. I tell him to go ahead and take it out if he wants, I wouldn’t mind watching him. He unzips and pulls himself out. He has an average, nice looking dick with more girth than I expected. He’s trimmed which is always good.
I’m getting more turned on as he slowly strokes himself watching me penetrate my soaked pussy with my vibrator. I ask him if he wants to take over controlling my vibrator. He scoots his chair closer and take a hold of it, he’s moving it slower more gentle than I was. I start rubbing my clit faster as he starts moving faster. We can hear my pussy juices with each stroke.
He finally speaks and asks if he can taste me. At first I tell him no with a smirk, just to tease him, he smiles and says please. This little flirty way is familiar. I nod yes and he removes my vibrator to explore me with the tip of his tongue on my clit, massaging it. I have to take a deep breath when it makes contact. He gets off the chair and onto his knees at the foot of the bed to move in closer to me. He only touches my clit, flicking it back and forth, my legs jolt each time he does it. He’s just toying with me. He then dives in with his whole mouth, I feel his facial hair tickle and scratch as he moves his mouth. It was brief but still so good. He stands up and takes off his pants, his cock is so hard standing at attention.
He moves up the bed putting each arm at the side of my body so he’s over top of me and lays down on me propped up by his elbows. As he slides into this position, I feel his shaft glide along my wet slit as he comes face to face with me. We are gently kissing a little, his cock resting at my slit, he looks in my eyes and whispers, “Do you want me?” Without hesitation I answer yes and he raises his hips burying himself inside me. I let out a gasp, the entire moment feels so personal. As if all our little flirty jokes were building up to this moment. He’s gentle as he fucks me, savoring it, methodical in each move. I did not expect this, whenever I had fantasized about him in this way, I had always imagined rough unbridled fucking. Detached and purely carnal with some hair pulling, maybe some porn behavior. This was ecstasy, with how slow and calculated he was being.
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