Assignment # 3: Peep Show
So, things are definitely starting to heat up on the foreplay front between Rob and me. I always looked forward to our dates before, and he was no slouch in the bedroom I can tell you, but now things are truly getting mind blowing. A perfect example – last Wednesday night. Let me tell you all about it.
As well as at the weekend, I occasionally stay over at Rob's on a weeknight. It's never a wild night, what with work the next day, but it's a lovely way to break up the week, and something to look forward to when I'm stuck at my desk at work, with nothing but a cold cup of coffee for company. We usually have a nice dinner – sometimes I cook, and sometimes he makes something involving eggs and a pan – then curl up on the sofa in front of a film, and Wednesday night was no exception. Except that around nine I decided to instigate an unusually early night. As I led him to the bedroom, I saw a brief flash of interest in his eyes – he is definitely coming round to this whole foreplay thing – but then he collapsed back onto the bed laughing and groaning. “Angela love, obviously I really really want to do this, and I want to help you with your article thing, but I'm beat. I've had clients on my back all day, and I have the monthly meeting tomorrow at ten – I just don't think I can do it. Sorry.” I smiled down at him as he lay on the bed, long limbs akimbo. Then I leant down and whispered in his ear. “Don't worry about a thing. All you have to do is watch.” I turned on the little lamp on the bedside table, and turned off the harsh overhead light, so that the room was bathed in a dim glow. Then I started to undress. Oh boy, had I made an effort that night. A quick shopping spree in my lunch break had turned into rather a marathon, so under my smart but safe blouse and skirt, I was anything but safe. A deep ruby red, lacy bra, outrageously plunging and pushing to give me a cleavage to die for, with a matching lacy pair of briefs, matching my new red stiletto shoes. A pair of glossy sheer stockings with little suspender belts completed the ensemble. To be honest I was a little nervous – I mean my figure isn't perfect, there is definitely more than I would like in some places, and a little less in others – but I was determined to go through with this. And my reward was in Rob's face as I started to undo the blouse, very slowly, button by button. I let it drop to the ground. Then I undid the zip of the skirt, and very, very slowly inched it down, over my hips, down over my arse, sliding down the length of my legs until I stood in nothing but my prize underwear, looking into his eyes, which by now were wide with wonder. Still gazing at him, I began to touch my breasts, just gently rubbing them through the bra, in small circles round my nipples. Suddenly looking a lot less tired Rob reared up from the bed and tried to grab me, but I gently pushed him off and back down onto the pillows.
“You can't touch. You can only watch.” I told him firmly. I continued to stroke my breasts, occasionally squeezing them so that they almost popped out of the bra, then I began to let my fingertips trail inside. I rubbed the nipples until they stood erect, pushing against the flimsy fabric so that he could see them, know how turned on I was. I squeezed my breasts one last time, hard, then let my fingers stray down my stomach, stroking and gently scratching the soft flesh. I moved my hands then to my inner thighs, rubbing hard, almost touching the lace of the panties, but not quite, going around and around, touching myself everywhere it felt good. I turned around to let him get a good view of my arse in the red panties, cupped my buttocks firmly in both hands, slightly spreading them as I bent forward. Then I turned back round to face him, and this time I let my fingers trail inside the panties. I heard a soft moan from Rob on the bed as I did this, knew my little performance was going well. I raised my hand to my lips and slowly, carefully sucked my middle fingers, then returned the hand between my legs, where I started to touch myself. My hand found my clitoris, and I started to move my hot wet fingers round in slow, delicate circles, barely touching myself, but enough to send electric shocks all over my body. I sometimes do this when Rob isn't available, and it's always great, but knowing he was watching me made the thrill a hundred times greater, and I could feel myself growing damp between the legs. I wanted him to have a good look, to see it all, and so I slowly removed the panties, facing away from him, bending right down in front of him. His hand reached out to stroke my arse, and I batted it away. I left the stockings on.
I lay down in front of him on the bed, my legs spread wide facing him, so that he could see deep into me, see everything I was doing, and continued to caress myself. With repeated sucking I made sure my fingertips stayed wet, as I stroked myself harder and faster, moving over and around the clitoris, pleasing myself as I knew so well how to do. When I was so wet I was dripping I started to alternate the movement, occasionally pushing two fingers deep inside myself and thrusting for a few seconds, then returning to the clitoris for some more stroking. I could feel Rob's hot breath on my thigh and knew that he was leaning right over me to see as much as possible, but he knew now not to touch, knew that he must just watch, learn, enjoy. The feel of his breath, knowing that he was watching me do something so deeply intimate, excited me so much that I began to groan softly in the back of my throat, as I continued to thrust and rub, my thighs pulsing as I got faster and faster, and suddenly I could feel the swell building in my hands and feet, then rushing inwards with the speed of a train towards my groin, until I exploding in a thousand magic spasms, crying out, climaxing against my own hand under my boyfriends eyes.
When I was done, and my body was quiet again, Rob moved towards me and scooped me into his arms, where I lay against his chest, weak as a rag doll and breathing hard. He buried his face into my neck and whispered “That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” I turned my head and smiled into his eyes. “And you know what?” he said. “I'm not at all tired any more. I don't suppose you fancy..?” And you know what else? Suddenly I wasn't tired any more either!
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