See profile for part 1.
My exploration continues, Vincent takes great pleasure in walking in on my baths trying to startle further orgasms, and for a while he has great success. But eventually, I stop being quite so jumpy.
By now I’ve discovered that the bathroom mirror presents exciting opportunities, as does the full length bedroom mirror. Watching my body experience the stages of arousal from start to finish provides extra stimulus.
Standing in front of the mirror fully clothed wearing a tweed skirt and vest, button up white blouse and matching bra and panties, I smile. I’ve always loved the fantasy of naughty teacher, secretary or librarian so my hair is pulled back in a bun. As I run my hands over my body, Vincent enters the room, he’s just returned from offloading the kids at his parents for a much needed date night. My eyes meet his in the mirror as he rests his hands on my hips. He smiles “Do you want to try something fun?”. My eyebrow raises “that depends on what you have in mind”. He moves me to stand in front of the couch below the window and opens the curtains. “don’t move.”
He turns the main light in the room off, and turns the light on in the walk-in closet before sitting in front of me on the couch. “Now, give me a show.” I blush, “but someone might see me.” Now it’s his turn to raise an eyebrow “that’s what you want isn’t it? Besides, it’s late enough that no one’s outside, it’s dark and none of the neighbours curtains are open.”
I can already feel the wetness beginning to form in my centre. My hands slide from my waist to my throat and I begin to release the buttons of my blouse. “Nice and slow baby. Watch yourself in the window.” After exposing my collarbone, my hands stray back to my breasts, pinching and fondling through the fabric. The top button if the vest is next, followed by the buttons of the blouse, exposed the dark teal lingerie beneath, allowing my breasts to spill out, still trapped in the bra, but free of the confining vest and shirt. Again, my hands find my nipples, swollen and taut straining against the lace and silk. I reach in and spill first one than the other out, still lifted and constrained, but exposed for anyone to see. I tremble, wet and hot, wanting more, but so embarrassed at my level of arousal. Vincent reaches up and pinches my nipples, I arch against him, whimpering. He lets me go. “you’re still wearing too many clothes”. Fondling my breasts a little longer I reach for the remaining buttons on the vest and let it fall from my shoulders, the blouse follows and I stand there in nothing but the skirt, panties and bra.
Turning to face away from Vincent and the window, I bend at the waist, running my hands up my legs, bringing the skirt with me to give the window and my spouse a view of my panties, soaked with the proof of my desire along with my round ass. Releasing the pencil skirt back to where it belongs, I unzip it before wiggling it down my hips. It falls discarded, in a pool around my ankles and I step out, using a foot to toss it the few inches to join the rest of my clothes. My fingers graze my panties as I lean forward, spreading my ass for his eyes and those who may be watching through the glass. I can feel my clit throbbing, the lips of my pussy clenching and relaxing in anticipation, the soaked panties clinging to them making the clearly visible. He runs his fingers along my slit, barely touching me, but picking up moisture. He withdraws his hand and I can hear him licking my juices from his fingers. “Don’t stop now.”
I stand, turning once again to face him undoing my bra as I go and let it fall with the other clothes, bringing my breasts to my mouth, licking, sucking, and biting. “Finger your pussy baby,” he’s hard, somehow he’s removed everything but his boxers without me noticing and he’s rock hard, and bigger than I’ve seen him before. I turn again, I know he likes to watch my ass when I take my panties off. I hook my fingers into the waist and slip them down. Past my ankles and first one foot then the other. I hesitate, if I do this I will have crossed a line I can’t go back. *What if someone sees me, what if they call the cops, what if he decides this is too slutty?*. All these things go through my mind in a flash. But I’m too far gone, I need him to watch, I want him to want me like this. I pull the panties over my feet and add them to the pile and stand, once again facing the window.
Almost without conscious thought, my left foot lifts to rest beside him on the couch, my pussy at his eye level and 18 inches away from his face as one hand finds my nipples and the other begins its descent to my lips. Slowly, my index finger circles my clit, it’s already dripping from my panties, I press gently, just enough to make my hips shift involuntarily. I release my clit, reaching further to part my lips, exposing my entrance to his gaze. I dip the tip of my finger into my wanting hole, covering it in my juices. I can feel his breath on me as he strokes his shaft, his enjoyment heightening my own.
My finger returns to my clit, stroking it with gentle, tantalizing circles, before catching it between my index finger and middle finger and pinching hard. A low moan is dragged from my throat as my other hand leaves my breast and nipple to join the first at my pussy. I roll my clit between my fingers as my second hand strokes the edges of my lips. Biting my lip to keep some focus as my index finger begins to penetrate my darkest recesses, I whimper, nearly at climax, but wanting something for my walls to grip. “Yes, baby, make yourself cum for me.” Vincent whispers, hoarse from his own arousal, his breath sending shivers down my spine. At the edge, I drive my index finger and middle finger as deep as I can into myself, twisting them as the enter me to rub my g-spot, pinching my clit at the same time. I scream knowing no one can hear me as my legs turn to jelly and I collapse onto his lap.
He catches me, preventing me from doing damage to him of myself and pulls me towards him, my throbbing entrance hovering over his sex, now dripping pre-cum. “You’re not done are you baby? One orgasm is never enough for you.” I shake my head, no I’m not done. “Please,” I gasp, “fuck me in the window.”. He smiles, “Good girl.” And his hands dig into my hips as he pulls me into him, while thrusting deeply into my pussy, groaning as my still convulsing walls grip him tightly before letting him deeper into my recesses. His mouth finds my nipple, sucking and licking for a moment before taking it between his teeth and shaking his head. My fingers tangle in his hair as I hold him to me, arching into his mouth. “Please don’t stop, I’m going to cum again.”. His hands holding my hips hostage as he drives up inside me, I can feel his head swelling. One hand leaves my hips long enough to pull my head down, devouring my mouth in a kiss, as he explodes inside me and I join him, milking his shaft again and again until he chuckle in my ear. “did you like that babe?”
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