The Show Must Go On - Sex Stories

The Show Must Go On

... slowly, with a tenderness only a woman understands, then quicker as I approached another orgasm. I moved them my clit, rubbing faster. There! There! Oh so nice. Sighing, I smiled for him. I reached to pickup the binoculars I kept there on the windowsill. With one hand still touching my labia, I held the binoculars to my eyes. There he was, looking down at me. His prick, I could see now, was still very hard. His long, slow strokes had changed to a fast, jerking motion. I matched him, with my fingers, and then my hand, fucking my own pussy, faster and faster. I was being rough with myself. He was being rough too. I could tell. I could see his chest heaving. I was panting as I felt orgasms rolling through my body. I was getting closer and closer to the big one. I wanted to watch him come. I wanted to come with him. I wanted to come for him. I wanted to come, more and more. I felt it coming and then it was there, and I screamed out, and felt my pussy gripping my fingers as they pulled out. I gently caressed my clit as I came down from the high. He was with me! I saw him thrust his cock out and his sperm spurted out against the window pane. It kept shooting several more times, and dripped down the glass. Just as it did every evening. Every evening after work. I was shivering as my body relaxed. I waved up to him. He was waving back. I put down the binoculars. I turned away to go take my shower. Then I would have dinner, alone, as always. Afterwards, it would be time to play some games on Facebook. A quiet evening at home. But tomorrow would be another day. Tomorrow I would say hello to him, in his security guard uniform, at the front desk at my office building. I would go to work. Then, I would come home. And we would be together again. The show would go on.