Watching

She walks into the room and removes her top and shorts, dropping them on the floor where she stands.  Not wearing any underwear, she’s now nude; a darkly tanned, lithe, athletic figure.  She assembles her toys and lube, then settles back on the bed against the headboard, her skin color presenting a stark contrast to the bright white sheets.  I stand at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall, watching.

She spreads her legs and plants her feet, then runs her hands along her inner thighs, brushing them lightly back and forth with her fingertips.  Her cunt is hairless, having been waxed within the past couple of days. I can see that she is already swollen and damp in anticipation of what’s about to come.  Slut.

Her hands continue their journey up her body until they find her nipples.  She grabs them between her thumbs and the pads of her index fingers and twists them, hard.  This is one of her triggers; it is the quickest way to get her aroused.  She knows it.  I know it.  She pulls them taut, then lets them go.

She inserts three fingers from her right hand into her mouth and sucks them in, fucking her mouth as if she were going down on an imaginary cock.  Her left hand works its way, slowly, down her stomach into her crotch.  Then she moves her wet hand down to her cunt and begins rubbing her mound.

She pulls her hood back, exposing the little nub that is her clit.  With one wet finger she begins tracing tight little circles around it.  It has become hard, erect, and is begging for the attention it thinks it deserves.  She accommodates it, her inner thigh muscles visibly reacting when her finger finally makes contact.

She allows her other two fingers to join the first one in its dance across and around her special button.  When all three fingers have joined to become one instrument, she increases the force with which she’s rubbing herself.  Three fingers plus 8,000 nerve endings packed into that tiny little surface equals a lot of physical pleasure.

She moves a hand down and separates her lips, exposing the inner sanctum of her body.  It is wet, glistening.  She pinches and squeezes her cunt’s lips and teases its entrance before plunging all three fingers as deeply into her sacred space as she can get them.  She opens her mouth, expels her breath, and gasps in reaction to the penetration.

She begins fucking herself with her fingers, and reaches down to wet her other hand with her own fluids.  She uses the free hand to touch her clit again, rubbing it, her two appendages now working in concert with one another.  The only sounds in the room are my heartbeat, her heavy breathing, and the squishy sounds of her fingers fucking her wet hole.

She removes the fingers buried in her cunt and brings them up to her mouth to clean them off, then repeats it, twice.  She clearly enjoys the flavor of her own sex.  By virtue of having had my tongue buried in her cunt many times, I easily understand her infatuation with its taste.

When she’s cleaned them sufficiently, she reaches over and grabs her favorite toy, a purple vibrator, and brings it up to her mouth.  She sticks her tongue out, beckoning the toy to splay itself out across the soft wet surface.  It does and is immediately encircled by her lips.  She begins fucking her mouth with it to get it wet in anticipation of its next task.

Never one to waste an opportunity, she tilts her head back and fucks her mouth slowly until she’s worked the entire length of the toy into her throat, coating it with thick, slippery mucous.  Her other hand hasn’t missed a beat, still enjoying its role as clit stimulator, patiently massaging that gorgeous pink button.

When she’s satisfied that she’s got the fake cock as wet as her cunt needs it to be, she moves it down to the hot, moist space between her legs.  As she spreads her legs further apart, I can see her hole practically begging to be penetrated by it.

She positions the purple toy so that it can enter, and it plunges effortlessly into the depths of her fuck chamber.  She easily takes all of it without putting up a fight, and begins fucking herself while she rubs her clit.  She uses a slow and steady rhythm with her hand to mimic the initial penetration by a real cock, and utters her first sound – a short, low-pitched moan.

She makes eye contact with me to ensure I’m still watching.  I’m focused on her cunt and don’t even notice initially.  When I catch her gaze, I can see the intensity building in her eyes.  Even if I couldn’t see what she was doing with her hands, I’d know from her eyes alone that she was fucking someone; some thing.

She turns and changes positions, resting on her side with one leg extended outward and the other placed such that her foot is in front of her, easing access to her back door.  Anyone who’s watched her before knows that this is her favorite part of the exercise.

She brings the fingers of her hand back up to her mouth to re-wet them in preparation of her next move.  When she’s satisfied that they’re ready, she moves the hand around to her rear entrance and begins circling her little rosebud with the wet appendages.  She traces circles around the tight little hole to get it wet, then returns her fingers to her mouth, spitting in her hand to facilitate the accomplishment of its next task.

She moves the hand back down to her asshole and begins pushing a saliva-coated finger into its depths.  She manages to get one in, then follows it with a second, and then a third.  She begins fucking her ass with her fingers as she fucks her cunt with the toy, alternating their movements back and forth.  One goes in, the other withdraws.  One thrusts deep, the other pulls out.  Self-induced double penetration, as it were.

She turns the toy on, allowing the undulating head to kiss her special place – the one that can only be reached from the inside.  As she pushes the vibrating toy against her G-spot, she presses down on her mound with her palm to transfer its vibrations to her clit.  She’s still fucking her other hole with three fingers.

She’s making more noises, a telling sign of what is to come.  Her breathing is getting much shorter and spastic, and she begins whispering to an imaginary entity, “Fuck me.  Fuck me.“  I don’t know who or what she’s fantasizing about doing; I’ve never asked.  That’s a private thought for her and I respect the boundary too much to inquire.  All that matters is that she sees and feels someone penetrating her.

My nose detects a soft musky scent in the air: the scent of sex.  It smells different when just one person is involved, not as intense or complex as it is when two people fuck.  It’s still robust enough to tell someone who’s paying attention that a woman was aroused in this space, though.

When the dam finally breaks, she makes noises that you’ll only hear coming from a woman in the throes of a mind-bending orgasm, the kind that comes from deep within the throat.  They’re unmistakable.  If they’ve ever heard her, the neighbors haven’t shown any hint of it in the past.  My mind momentarily wanders to think of how I’d react if I heard the woman next door getting herself off.  The present noises bring me back to this room quickly, though.

Her grunts and moans correspond with the rhythmic, alternating motions of the penetrations she’s perpetrating upon herself. You can see her orgasm manifest itself through the undulations of the muscles in her lower abdomen, the flailing of her legs, the curling of her toes, the clenching of her jaw.  She’s not one to mute her response to an orgasm, so it is quite the spectacle to watch.  And to hear.

When she’s calmed down, I walk over and run my hand slowly across her naked body.  Chill bumps rise up like mini mountains on her skin.  “I love watching you get yourself off, Nikki.”

“I know you do.  I love you watching.”

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