Sometimes watching is enough to be turned on – 02

And as I’d hoped, she was actually loud again when she came, even outside this time. And I also think she seemed to bounce around a bit more than I’d seen her do before, even shaking and shivering this time for quite a while afterwards. After she had finally calmed down and collected herself, she lit up another smoke, once more looking at me. I was expecting the usual, “See you next week,” thing when she spoke.

“Would you like to know what the rest of your bonus might be?” She asked. Naturally I shook my head yes, not knowing what to expect as I did.

“I haven’t been exactly fair now have I?” She began, though I sat tight, waiting to hear where the rest of this was going, so not really answering, which wasn’t necessary anyway as she continued. “If you’d like…you can jerk off now while looking at me,” she offered.

Ok, now I know this is going to sound crazy, but it’s God’s honest truth. It’s one thing to ‘get to’ actually sit (or stand) there watching someone masturbate, especially someone like Helen. But to do it in front of her, was something else altogether. And funny enough, even actually thinking about doing just that as part of fantasy, still wasn’t the real thing, like this would be. I wasn’t even sure I could do it. As much as I wanted to.

“Just remember one thing Jason. We can’t touch one another. That would be taking things a bit too far I think. You watching me, and me watching you is one thing…but it will never be anything more than that. So, like I said…if you’d like to. If you want to…I’d really enjoy seeing that.”

“You…you would?”

“Oh yes. Hell yes,” she actually leered at me. “I have fantasies too Jason, one of which is imagining what your cock looks like. So, how about you show me?”

And then suddenly, it sounded like the best fucking idea in the whole world.

**

I didn’t dare get naked, though it was close enough. She even made me stand up when I dropped my pants, even before removing my underwear. My “boner” damn near slapping against my belly as I pulled my shorts away from it, likewise pushing them down to now join my jeans, which were currently around my ankles.

“Turn to the side,” she told me. I knew she was now looking at me in profile. I heard her sigh without turning to look, a bit shy at the moment perhaps, knowing full well she was now staring openly at my hard cock, hoping she would like it.

“Nice prick Jason,” she confirmed, giving me a little comforting relief. At least it wasn’t disappointing to her, though I had no real idea whether it would or wouldn’t either way. “You’re really hard aren’t you?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, very hard. But sometimes, I even get a bit harder than this,” I shared with her. “When I’m that hard…it sort of gets a bit more purple in color,” I explained.

“Then make it purple for me,” she actually giggled. “Sit down Jason, and make it purple for me.”

I sat down with my jeans and underwear still down around my ankles. But I could have cared less as to the way I looked. Helen too began touching herself for me again, though this time without the use of her vibrator, which I actually kind of preferred. It seemed a bit more intimate and personal this way. I loved watching her fingers going in and out, though she added another treat to all of this when she took them out in order to lick them off. “That help making you get purple-hard?” She asked.

“Oh yeah. Fuck yeah!” I answered back, seeing the joy in her eyes upon hearing that. I was stroking my cock for real now too. Not just playing with it, not really. Fisting it almost wildly, until she caught me off guard.

“Whoa there honey. Not so fast, this isn’t a race here. I want to see you play with it, yes, jack it, wank it…whatever you want to call it. And eventually I want to see you cum too…but let’s enjoy this until then, so let’s just slow down, watch one another, and enjoy ourselves, how’s that sound?”

I did as she asked, and enjoyed it. For a far lot longer than I usually did I must confess. But it was again fun, nasty…and forcing myself to delay the inevitable was certainly worth the end result when it happened. For both of us as it turned out.

This time, she was in full control of herself though. I don’t know how she managed it, or did it…but she somehow held off cumming again until I did.

“You’re very, very hard. And very, very purple now,” she told me, unnecessarily I might add. “Do you squirt a lot when you cum?” She now asked, sort of taking me off guard for a moment. “The reason I ask Jason, is because it’s been a very long time since I’ve actually seen a man do that, and admittedly I miss seeing that,” she confessed. “I am really looking forward to seeing you cum.”

And that’s…about the time I started to. Just hearing her say that. And though I know for a fact I was nowhere near as loud as she was when I came, it was loud enough…and she sort of enjoyed hearing that too as she joined me, urging me on.

“Oh yes, yes Jason, yes! Squirt baby, squirt! Milk it out for me honey. Milk it all out, keep jacking it until there isn’t any more.”

That goes without saying. Especially under the circumstances. But I also have to give her credit too. That was without a doubt one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced, not to mention perhaps the messiest as well. Though she really seemed to like that. Even when I realized I had shot several ropes of semen which had splashed upon the cement patio, offering to go get something to clean it up with, she laughed.

“Leave it. I’ll get it later. I want to be able to look at it and remember it for a while,” she grinned.

I know that many will probably find this a bit weird or strange too perhaps. And maybe at first, even I did. But the thing was. She never did scrub those spots away. If anything, we even added to them. A lot.

And so it went, week after week…our private little “watch me” sessions as we did that, watching one another, never touching. And I won’t deny the fact that I’d wanted to, perhaps even made an attempt or two at doing that, only once being allowed to even kiss her breast, and nowhere near close to her nipple either. And if I pressed, Helen was quick to back me away, the simple threat of “ending” our deal if I persisted, usually more than enough to keep me at bay.

And then…as things usually do. Our time together would soon be at an end. I hadn’t told her, almost afraid to. But I think somehow she knew anyway, even before I did tell her. I’d enlisted in the Navy, and would soon be heading off to boot camp, and then to God knows where after that. And the timing couldn’t have been any more perfect either as the season for mowing the lawn would soon be at an end too.

I’d gone over, for basically my last lawn mowing…though that never happened. She met me, standing in the doorway of her front door as I came walking up. Something she had never done before. She opened her door, stepping out just a bit, and then looking quickly right, and then left. Turning back towards me, she opened the robe she was wearing, revealing herself. Completely nude, which as it had always been…was a nice delight. I stepped up to the door, and then as she held it for me. Passing by, or beginning to anyway when she just as suddenly stepped into my arms. The feel of her breasts for the first time pressed against me.

And then kissing. I don’t even remember how that happened, only that suddenly we were. And then she took me by the hand, leading me down the hall towards her bedroom. She undressed me, completely. Once again something she had never done before. And then she pressed me back into her bed. I’d never been on that before either. I can honestly recall I was a jumble of emotions at the time, I think we both were. Like I said, I think she already knew, just as I knew…this was apt to be the last time we’d ever be together.