- Sometimes watching is enough to be turned on – 01
- Sometimes watching is enough to be turned on – 02
Sometimes watching is enough to be turned on – 02 continues..
“And what about my pussy? Did you think about that?”
I knew a one word answer wasn’t what she was looking for. And I think I scored a few points with her when I answered.
“I thought about what it might feel like to put my own fingers there. What it might feel like, sensing your juices, hearing the sounds I would make as I fingered you.”
“Just fingered? Or finger-fucked me?” She asked, her raspy tone of voice once more alerting me that she was really getting off on this.
Sure, I’d used the word Fuck around my friends a few times before, but never in front of an actual adult person. So saying it now, felt weirdly odd, yet exciting at the same time.
“Finger fucking you.”
“My cunt?”
“Yes, your cunt.” And to be honest here, that is a word I think I had thought of, but had never actually said out loud before, until now anyway. And once again, it seemed wonderfully nasty and wicked…and dirty all at once. It was a delicious feeling.
“And what else would you like to do to my cunt?” She asked. “What else did you think about doing to it?”
“Licking it. That’s what I thought about,” I told her honestly. “Yesterday, watching you in the chair, I thought about…imagined actually dropping down onto my knees, and then licking you.”
That one surprised her. I could see it by the look of her eyes. “So you didn’t actually think about fucking me?”
“Last night? No. I didn’t. I thought about sucking your tits, even rubbing the head of my cock against your nipples, but then after that…licking you.”
“So did you cum?” Though she didn’t wait for an answer, assuming that was redundant anyway. “And what then were you imagining when you finally did cum?” She finished, though her fingers were all but flying now in and out of her pussy as she asked me that. I could already hear the wet-slick sounds of her cunt as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. Once again, one hand back towards her breast, holding and squeezing it, not yet venturing towards the nipple. I knew she was saving that as the final trigger perhaps when she came.
“I was imagining your hand on my cock, jacking me off…making me cum,” I told her, which is exactly what I had been thinking when I did.
I watched her hand move over, capturing her nipple, pulling on it hard.
Damn she was loud when she came. I guess she was more so because we were inside perhaps as opposed to the day before. But even then, it sort of startled me just the same.
But it was fun hearing it too.
“Next Saturday right?” She asked once again dressed, walking me to the door. “And be prepared to tell me about every time you actually jerked off, and what you thought about when you did,” she instructed, and then added. “If I like that, maybe there will be an additional little bonus for you,” she actually winked at me.
Bonus hell. I didn’t really need or want any more money. But I was already planning on jerking off almost every day anyway. After all, I had tons of material to fantasize about.
**
I finished up the mowing, and the trimming in short order, though ensuring I did just as good a job as I always had. And to my surprise, just as I finished putting everything away, walking over towards the patio area, she came walking out. She had drinks in hand for us, and she was naked while carrying them. I only then noticed, she had repositioned the chairs so that they faced one another. Once again, she lit up a smoke, though blowing it away from me as she exhaled.
Once more looking at me. Only then did I see that she had placed this long white slim object on the table next to her, only then picking it up. It looked to me like something you would pack a toothbrush in or something, though obviously it wasn’t. Especially when she turned it on, twisting the end cap. I could hear this soft little buzzing sound when she did that.
“You know what this is?” She asked. I had no idea, and told her so. She seemed to enjoy knowing that. “It’s called a vibrator,” she explained, and then actually offered it to me to hold for a moment. And though I was hesitant at first, I took it from her feeling the odd tingle of vibration in my hand.
“Interesting,” I said, still a little unsure of its use here. She smiled at that.
“Oh it’s more than just interesting,” she told me. “Here, I’ll show you what I like doing with it. It’s part of your bonus,” she stated.
Odd how just holding onto something that eventually ended up inside her pussy could be enough to actually fantasize about later. But I did. And that wasn’t even the very best part either.
I sat there watching her use the toy on herself, something a bit more like a prick than just her fingers perhaps. But it had one more additional benefit too. Occasionally she’d just leave it inside there, while she could, trying to hold it before it quite naturally slipped out. But when she did this, she used both hands on her tits again, really playing with them, that soon had me throbbing like crazy.
“And what do you think of my new toy?” She asked.
I told her I liked it, and that it looked “Nasty” as I recall. She seemed to like that response, and then asked me about my week. Once again, I knew exactly what she meant by that. And it would be safe to say that I had at least half a dozen jerk-off sessions to tell her about. And thus I began, one by one…telling her in as explicit detail as possible as to what I had done, and what I was thinking about when I did, including one session in the shower where I let the water do all the work on me. She once again seemed surprised, but very pleased by that as I shared it with her.