An Eye Full for my Peeping Tom Pt. 02

I move my right hand down towards my pussy, the egg shaped vibrator humming gently in my hand. My left hand is pinching and pulling at my left nipple, shooting streams of milk into the air to cascade back down on my face and body. My eyes close involuntarily when I press the toy against the lips of my pussy and a soft moan escapes my lips. Even with my eyes closed I can feel him watching me, devouring me with his eyes.

This has been going on for three weeks now. I don't always put on a show for him. I keep it kind of random, sometimes just feeding my daughter, sometimes feeding her and then masturbating, or like today where it was just the main event. He never seems to be disappointed, his eyes never leave me, there is an intensity I've never felt before whenever we look at each other I have never felt before, and of course I have visible confirmation of his enjoyment every time his cum hits his window.

Today I woke up knowing I wasn't going to tease him, I was horny as hell the minute I opened my eyes. The vibrator I'm using had jyst come in the mail yesterday. It's my first sex toy. My husband had never wanted to use one, preferring to do everything himself. I almost used it right then, wanting so desperately to have my orgasm the second I awoke. It may sound strange but just going on the website felt taboo. Now that it was here in my house, just three feet from my bed, the dirty thoughts ran non-stop. I made myself wait.

I stayed naked the whole day, making myself a lite breakfast, feeding my daughter, doing the bit of housework that needed doing. I kept the house cool today, enjoying the occasional goosebumps on my skin, the way my nipples stayed erect the whole time was an erotic agony. My inner thighs glistened in the soft light from the juice that just kept dripping from my core.

Now here we finally were. suadiye escort He was back in his tower, watching me, showing me the effect my ministrations were having on his body. The moment I was in the recliner he was hard, proudly showing me the erection in his hands. He stroked gently as I went through my opening act. Rolling over onto my belly so he could see my silky black hair stretch down my back, getting up on my hands and knees to put my thick ass on display. I turned to look at him over my shoulder as I started to spank myself. My husband and I used to love this. The heat of the sharp contact of skin on skin, the way my flesh would ripple from the blow, the sound that filled the air from the slap soon followed by my little cry of pleasure.

I kept that up till I felt a constant heat from my skin, knowing there was a nice cherry glow. I turned back around, playing with my breasts, squirting my milk everywhere. I was a little rougher with them today, slapping them, pulling on my nipples till, I cried out. Not sure what came over me, but the second my fingers touched my clit, my whole world erupted. Like my watcher, my cum also splattered against the window as my entire lower body convulsed uncontrollably. I couldn't even scream as the first jet of my ambrosia left my body. Smaller streams came afterward. I didn't even notice that my milk was spraying out of my tits on its own. Life-giving liquid streamed from my body, offered up to his full view.

Once I had calmed down, I grabbed the little toy from the box I had already placed by my chair. I held it up so he could see it, like I was making a toast. I brought it to my lips, kissed it, licked it, sucked on it like the head of a cock. Like a cock I wanted it rubbed all over my body. I turned it on, brought it down my neck, traced my collarbone, down the center yakacık escort line between my breasts. It felt a little weird when I first touched it to my hard nipples. So instead I circled the little nubs with the toy, the vibrations actually felt good against the skin of my dark areolas. Milk dribbled from my nipples as the egg pulsed into my taut breast flesh. I loved being filled with milk but part of me missed the suppleness of breasts that weren't constantly being stretched tight by being so full of milk.

The look on his face as I used the toy was pure lust. He wanted that toy to be his fingers, his tongue, his dick. Maybe for my next toy I would buy a dildo, let him really imagine me sucking his cock, or squeezing it between my large breasts and stroking it, or fucking him with my wet pussy. That thought brought me back to the present. I was close again and I could tell he was too.

I traced the toy down my belly, over my mound, to the hood of my clit. My eyes fly open and my body seizes as the sensitive skin vibrates with the toy. When my husband used to go down on me, he would occasionally suck my clit and hum, this feels like that times a thousand. My hand slips down further and the toy moves off my hood and touches my clit directly. It's too much for my most sensitive part. The pleasure turns into a hot searing pain and I yelp as it feels like a hundred different fingers jab me over and over. I drop the toy and curl up into a ball, my eyes closed tight till the sensation passes.

When I can open my eyes again, he is still watching me. Is that a look of concern? I give him a big smile to let him know I'm okay. I roll over onto my right side and slowly lift my left leg up into the air. I haven't done this since before the baby was born and the muscles strain from disuse. Still the little bit of şerifali escort muscle strain is worth the view I know I'm giving him. He can see almost all of me, my face, breasts, stomach, pussy and even the roundness of my ass on display. I don't need the toy any more. I keep my left leg up as I move my hand down to my pussy. I start with some gentle rubbing, the sound of my fingers massaging the wet flesh fills the room with an erotic sound. Even after the pain I'm close, so achingly close. My breath is coming in short gasps as I slide down still further and dip two fingers into me, churning my boiling cauldron, before pulling out to rub my clit in circles.

My eyes close as I keep repeating this pattern. I can feel the pressure building, my fingers squelch as they thrust in and out and I softly moan as they massage my clit. I know he must be close too, we have started cumming together, I don't have to see him to know his hand is flying up and down his shaft as he imagines himself burying to the hilt inside me. God, I can almost feel him! My fingers are his cock, pushing deeper and deeper, trying to completely merge with me. Before I know it I have four fingers buried in my vagina, pushed in past my knuckles. I can almost feel him convulse, ready to blow his semen all over the walls of my pussy, giving me all of himself in one supreme act of lust.

My hand is forced out of me as I start to gush uncontrollably. Every nerve in my body is on fire as I writhe in ecstacy. I call out to my Erik in my passion, thanking him for what he has done for me with just a look.

I slowly come back to myself. These orgasms are getting stronger, knowing I'm pleasing another by just being seen is the most powerful aphrodisiac I've ever known. I don't even know what I would do if I met my Erik, my Phantom watcher.

I open my eyes with a languid smile on my face, stare up into his window...he's not there! I fly out of the recliner and press my face to my window. No streaks on his glass, no sign that he was there after I closed my eyes. My heart falls in my chest, what could have pulled him from me?