It sits on the ledge of her bathtub, bright pink against the white porcelain, and the erection I just willed into submission is fighting a winning battle against the fabric of my boxer briefs and jeans. My vision becomes tunneled as all I can see is the vibrator. All I can hear are the sounds my mind conjures up that Audrey might make, and I can almost taste her skin.
As I hear her pad into the room, I make a split second decision, calling out, “You cool if I take a quick shower? I sleep better if I feel, um, clean.”
“Oh, sure. Use whatever you need,” she says, and I shut the door without hesitation. Immediately unbuttoning my jeans, I hiss as I yank my cock out, looking at the angry, red, and engorged head. I quickly strip, turning on the faucet in the shower-tub combo as I step inside. Even the cold water doesn’t curb my erection, and as soon as the water warms up, I grab the bottle with a rose emblem on it, filling my palm. As the aroma emanates in the humid air, I grip my cock tightly at the base, groaning as I take a long stroke all the way to the tip. I’m so turned on I think it’ll be a minute or less until I come.
So, of course, Audrey crashes into the bathroom. Before I have time to realize what she’s doing, she throws open the shower curtain, shouting, “Oh my God!”
As she frantically grabs her vibrator, her eyes dart to my groin, where they widen comically. I’m mid-stroke, and it’s the only part of my body covered in soap. She has to know what I’m doing.
“That’s — yo — you’re …” she stammers, her eyes zeroed in on my dick. She seems unable to look away, just as I’m unable to let go of myself. It’s then that I notice her legs shift, almost imperceptibly, as she’s trying to provide some friction for herself. I think of what I can say at this moment. Ignore it all? Continue like it’s totally normal? Ask if she wants to watch? But since all of the blood in my body is currently running to the organ she can’t look away from, my brain and mouth are not on the same page.
“You get off in the shower, Audrey?” I blurt out, staring at the hand that fails to hide her pink vibrator. I expect a rebuttal, or a flat out denial, instead, Audrey nods, and I have to brace a hand on the wall to keep myself upright. I squeeze myselftightly, hitting the underside of my cock where it feels the best, and watch as her nipples pebble against her tee shirt. It’s only now that I notice she’s taken off her bra and pants, and I want nothing more than to drag my tongue along every perfect inch of her creamy thighs. “The thought of you playing with yourself is really fucking hot, Doc.”
She doesn’t reply, but the lust in her eyes as she watches me slowly jack myself is answer enough. I’ve never had someone watch me masturbate, and I’m finding it incredibly erotic. But I’d like it more if I get a show as well.
“Show me, baby,” I say huskily. Her eyes pop to mine, and I see the confusion there. “Show me how you touch yourself. If you’re going to watch, I think I need to as well.”
I wait with bated breath as she nervously bites her lip. I assume I’ve surprised her, and honestly, I’m surprised myself. Not only that I asked her to touch herself, but how turned on it made me to think about her doing it. I squeeze the base of my cock again, harder this time, in an attempt to hold off my impending orgasm.
“Have you thought of me?” I ask, nodding at the vibrator. “When using that, have you thought of me?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice much higher than I’ve ever heard it. I expect her to open the shower curtain, maybe move to the other side of the bathroom, but she surprises me by stepping into the shower, right under the cascade of water. Her tee shirt is immediately plastered to her skin, and I let out a loud groan as her perfect breasts are molded to the fabric. Large tits that I can’t wait to get into my hands. Tits I want to fuck.
Audrey takes a step toward me, but I put up a hand to stop her. “No. I want to watch. If I get my hands on you, all bets are off. One time won’t be enough, and I’ll keep you up all night. But you’ve had a rough night, and you need sleep. Tonight you’ll get yourself off, with my words, and then when I finally have anentire night to have you the way I want, I’ll know exactly how you need to be touched.”
I hear a muted buzzing as Audrey turns on her vibrator, then slips it between her wet panties and her skin. Jesus Christ, I can see the outline of her pussy, and the dark hair covering it. I want to drop to my knees and worship directly at her altar, but I force myself to stay upright. Touching herself in front of me is more than enough. She’s trusting me with a part I’m willing to bet no one has ever witnessed before.
I don’t have to see the vibrator hit her clit, I know when it does. Her sharp intake of breath tells me. “Jamie …”
“Eyes on me,” I command harshly as her eyes flutter closed. They pop open, glazed with lust. “If I touched you right now, what would I do?”
“What?” she asks, the word attached to a long moan.
“Where would you want me to touch you? Right now, Doc. Do you want my fingers circling your clit? Or deep inside you, feeling you pulsate around me? What about your breasts? I want to know how sensitive they are. Do you like having your nipples sucked?”
“Jamie,” she moans, her head thrashing around as her hips rhythmically undulate against the vibrator.
“Words, baby. Tell me what you want,” I reply as I give myself a long stroke.
“You — your mouth,” she stutters. “I want your mouth.”
“Where?”
“My nipples. And then my clit.”
“Fuck,” I groan, quickening my pace. I see Audrey’s finger move, as she presses a button on the vibrator, and I hear the corresponding speed amp up on the toy. I feel the tingling at the base of my spine, the telltale sign my orgasm is mere moments away, and I’m determined to bring Audrey with me. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done, Audrey. Without a doubt. I barelymade it into the shower without coming, just at the thought of you touching yourself. I can’t wait to taste you. To fuck you. To make you mine. Marking you.”
I see the moment the words take hold, and her eyes roll back as her back arches in bliss. She lets out the most beautifully guttural moan I’ve ever heard, and that sound sets off my orgasm. The first rope of cum hits her wet tee shirt across her breasts, and the second across her abdomen. Gasping for breath, I miss her tiny hand reaching out to grasp my dick, and it sucks the air out of the room. Her thumb tenderly rubs a final drop around the crown, and I watch as she brings her thumb to her lips, licking my release off her skin. “Jesus Christ, baby.”
Wide brown eyes peer up at me as her hand drops from her mouth. “I’ll let you finish up in here.”
Audrey steps out of the shower, and after wrapping herself in a thick towel I noticed hanging from the back of the door, she quietly lets herself out of the bathroom. It’s only then that I allow my legs to relax, sliding down the wall until I’m lying in the tub.
Who the hell is this vixen?
Who the hell am I?
That was the most brazen thing I’ve ever done. Hell, more than one brazen thing. What was I thinking, barging in there to grab my vibrator? I knew the probability of him finding it was high, but at that moment, it was like my body operated on its own accord. I should have grabbed the vibrator and bolted, but once I saw Jamie was masturbating, I couldn’t move. I was completely spellbound. Captivated.
