Watching You... - Sex Stories

Watching You...

... building. Instinctively, I grab your hair with my hand, a clear sign of what’s coming. You swallow me whole one more time and it’s the final straw. I cum, hard, straight into your waiting throat. You milk me for it all, every last drop. My spent dick slips out of your mouth with a pop. You look utterly satisfied and it strikes me that you can be so pleased with pleasuring me. But don’t worry. Your turn is coming soon. “Ready for some food?” I ask. Then, with a smirk, I quickly follow it up, “some real food that is.” “Of course,” you respond with a giggle. “I want whatever you have,” you say as you glance down to my still exposed cock. I can feel myself twitch and decide it’s best to move things along before I get distracted again. I pull my pants up and straighten myself before leading you to the kitchen. We eat as we catch up on the last few days. The conversation is light, filled with jokes, flirting, smiles, and eye gazing. But underneath all of that, there's lust. We both know that a night of passion is why we're here. You excuse yourself and head to the restroom as I put away the dishes. I'm nervous about tonight and completely aroused again by your presence. I need to keep my hands busy to keep them off of you. "Make yourself comfortable on the couch," I call out as I hear you leave the bathroom. Once I'm sure you're not coming back to the kitchen, I reach for the phone. I clear my throat and dial the number I've been waiting to call. A part of me wants to call this ...

... off, enjoy you for myself. But no, this is your fantasy. Either way, the person I've called answers the phone and it's too late to back out. "Hello," the person on the other end says. I briefly wonder if they're as nervous as I am before simply replying, "We're ready." "I'll be there in 10," the person says. With that done, I join you in the living room. I've only got a few minutes to make sure you're ready. There's no time to waste. I stand in front of you rather than sitting with you. My face is filled with lust and intensity. I've got your complete attention. "Unbutton your blouse," I tell you. This isn't a request. You smile at me as your hands reach for the first button. "What do you want?" I ask. The first button comes undone as you reply, "You." "What do you want, not who," I say as the next button joins the first. “For you to fuck me,” you say as you undo another button. “I’m going to, but not yet,” I warn you as the last button comes loose, letting your blouse hang freely and open. “Stand up,” again, not a request. You stand, just out of my reach. I close the gap and look hard in your eyes. You blush when you recognize the intensity on my face. My fingers reach for your jeans, repeating what you did to me earlier, but only partly. I unsnap them, then pull my hands away. I take you in. Your eyes show your need. Your rapidly rising chest shows your building desire. The slight dampness at the crotch of your jeans shows your arousal. Your blushing face shows that you’ll do ...