Moves to her right nipple, sucking it between his lips and working his tongue around it in small circles. His hands go to her thighs, massaging them with his fingertips. Working their way up and down, always getting closer to her pussy... but never quite close enough.
His mouth moves to the curve of her breast, slowly licking beneath it on his way to her stomach. Pausing for a moment before going farther down.
As Doc kisses his way down further, I move my hands up to take her breasts in them, softly weighing them and caressing them with my thumbs. I continue my assault on the back of her neck with my lips and tongue
Licking Merelan's stomach, tasting her sweetness, as I continue toward her moist pussy. Gazing up at her, seeing the look of pleasure on her face as my fingers continue teasing her.
Reach the mound of her pussy, kissing it softly as I press my face against her. I inhale the scent of her passion as my lips brush over her tender flesh. One hand returns to her tits, gently stroking them, as the other moves to her slit.
As my tongue works around the swollen lips of her pussy, I slowly work a single finger into her love channel. I feel the wetness within, so warm and inviting.
As my finger slips inside, I begin to suckle the moist lips of her pussy. Taking each of them into my mouth, licking her sweet juices from them, my finger gently sliding in and out of her wetness.
I see the swollen little bud of her clit, begging for my attention. For now, I ignore it. I plunge my tongue inside of her, tasting her love. Savoring the tangy flavor of her sticky depths.
My free hand goes to her mouth. I caress her moist lips with my fingers, then gently push one into her mouth.
Finally, I decided her torment had endured for long enough. I began to lick her throbbing clit, my tongue lovingly caressing it. Her sighs told me all I needed to know. Already, I could feel her hips pressing against me.
I pushed my face closer, the scent and taste of her all that I was aware of. It was overwhelming; her juices seemed to flow across my tongue, which lapped them up greedily. Her hands were again on my head, pulling me to her.
I ate her passionately, caring only for her pleasure. I could feel her body tensing for the explosion that was coming soon. Now, she cried out softly as she succumbed to her first orgasm.
How can you see me? I am hidden, oh the curtain is open. Watching me, watching me make the words you have wrought become reality as my hands and fingers wander my body. Longing for reality.
reality might be overrated, but we can try. As I watch you bring my words to life, I find my cock straining at my pants. I unzip to free it, feeling its heat
My fingers buried in my lap as I lay back, my long hair streaming over the back of the chair. My shirt falling open and showing my pale breasts, their hardened nipples small, but aching for a mans touch.
I wished I could be across the way, sucking on those hard little nubs, running my hands through your hair, flicking the buds with my tongue.
I stroke my cock harder.
My head thrown back, my eyes shut. Moaning loudly, begging my unseen lover to take me, make love to me. Harder. To use me. Writhing as I keep myself on the edge. My legs spread wide, my fingers buried as they seek out my spot, deep inside.
The lenses of my binoculars are almost fogging as I see her intensity increase. How I wish my tongue was buried in between those thighs, seeking out her spot, hopeful to taste her orgasm.
The precum soaked the head of my cock, I worked it around the head, stroking faster.
I was close and knew it was only seconds, turning my chair to face the windwo, longing for a man to step through. I see you, watching. Instead of anger, I feel the heat rise and overcome me. I cry out to you, my body spread for you as I writhe and shake, feeling the heat and frsutration overwhelm me. My body flushed and hot in its orgasm.
When I open my eyes, he is gone. I am amazed, and embarassed at my brashness.
Ring. The phone. Wihtout thinking I answer.
"May I come over?" Who?
"Who is this?" But in my soul I know. It is you, the watcher.
You know who it is. I was enjoying your view. You make quite a spectacle of yourself, you know. Perhaps you'd like this hard cock where your fingers were?