How I Started being an Exhibitionist - Sex Stories

How I Started being an Exhibitionist

... proudly, hands on hips, enjoying the effect I knew I was having on Alex as well as the delicious sensations in my own body. The anticipation of what is to come, the fulfillment that my body needs, is almost unbearable. I can hear his breathing, almost growling, and I know he has his cock in his hand, stroking it with whatever firmness and rhythm he needs to get himself to cum. I can no longer ignore my own needs. My knees are shaky, and I get myself to the bed, lying across it with my legs apart, giving my “secret” voyeur a full view of my pleasure garden. One hand is caressing a breast, making the nipple stand out, while the other is between my legs, first rubbing my lower lips together, now pulling them apart. I am so wet… A finger is on my clit…it feels so good…rubbing gently in slow circles, the little mound swelling…I have to rub harder, faster…oh the pleasure! My back is arching, my hips rising as if to take in a lover and for a moment I think about asking Alex to join with me, to put his cock into my cunt, to fuck me into oblivion. But I know that probably wouldn’t work so rather than risk spoiling the event I return to my own masturbation. I am rubbing fast and hard now, each breath becoming a little cry, but the orgasm is eluding me. I open my eyes and see that Alex has given up the pretence of secrecy and is in the room, standing over me. He is still fully dressed but his cock is in his hand, jerking almost to the same rhythm as mine, his eyes fixed on my cunt. The ...

... sight of his cock further stimulates me and I want to see his sperm spurting, but it is still not enough for me. My other hand leaves my breast and goes to my crotch. I am still rubbing my clit, and now I insert a finger into my vagina. Oh, yes…. Now another finger…my cunt is not as tight as it used to be…I insert a third finger…oh yes…the wetness…the heat… In and out my fingers go, round and round on my clit…I am fucking myself…it is so good… My whole body is tense…Oh God, I must cum! Deeper, deeper, faster, faster…building up….yes…yes…NOW! I explode; I think I scream, very loudly... My body shudders. I convulse…once, twice…maybe more…oh! OH! Electricity...yes, YES! Did I cum twice, or was it just one long orgasm? It doesn't matter; I gave my body wjat it needed. I am beginning to feel calmness, contentment. My fingers are still inside me. My vagina is in spasm, holding tight as if not wanting to release the invaders. My clit has had enough, so exquisitely sensitive that I cannot bear any movement. I have totally forgotten Alex. The poor man is still stroking, a look of desperation on his face as he chases his elusive orgasm. I reach up and gently replace his hand with mine. He is not at all hard, but not totally flaccid. I remember with a twinge of sadness how it used to be, how hard it would get, how he could control and prolong his erection to give me…and so many other women…as much as they needed, and then give them then more. I sit up so that my face is level with his ...