I Want to be Watched

I want to be watched. I'm not exactly sure who it is I want to do the watching, but I want them to see everything.

The moment he pushes me against a wall, holds my hips or my shoulders, grinds his hard cock into me and fucks my mouth with his tongue. Or when he slides his hand between my legs, up my skirt, and into my wet and aching slit. As his fingers slide over and through my lips his tongue traces from my ear to my throat and back again, his teeth grasping my earlobe.

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Another hand inside my dress, stroking my breast, fingering my nipple through the lace of my bra. I'm lost in the feelings, drunk with the idea that others could be watching, that they might see us. The feeling of being seen gives me a sense of inexplicable freedom. My body opens in a way that's different from when we're on our own, in the privacy of our bedroom. I want more. I want to give more. My limits change and move somewhere outside the comfort zone I know so well.

My cunt juices dripping from his fingers, wetting my thighs, I want more. He pushes the hem of the dress into my hand and moves the soaked crotch of my panties aside. His forearm across my hips holds me against the wall. His tongue finds my clit, the fingers of his other hand slip inside. Against the wall he sucks my clit until I'm woozy, until my knees want to give way. His arm holds me up. The goosebumps cover my skin. I can't think. I can only feel. I feel him everywhere, inside me, over my skin, in my head. His desire and mine are powerful together, and my body and my will are subsumed into the dangerous mix.

I don't have to keep quiet. I don't keep quiet. At first I pant, short breaths, sharp inhales. A sound issues from somewhere deep in my chest. A groan, a moan, maybe a squeal. As we climb, as he pushes me higher, I don't stop. He knows I love it, he knows my body has given in completely. Expressing through sound how my body feels makes the pleasure that much more intense. If I hold my breath nothing happens. If I roll with it and let out what comes naturally everything syncs up and the roll toward orgasm is unstoppable.

I push into his mouth and hand. I want. Want. Need. Desperation overtakes me. As open as I have become in the moments since we started, I feel the heat bloom in my chest, my groin, my ass. My body is ready to open further, and in a rare moment of conscious thought I try to let it all go. What I've held tight I now relax. Where I've clenched, I release. And the bloom rises, flows, and explodes from my cunt. But the heat doesn't stop, continuing out from the center across my body. I flush all over. I gush on his hand. Involuntarily I clench on his fingers, so hard he can't move them.

He strokes me, calming me. Soothing my swollen and happy pussy. Grazing my goosebumped skin. He presses to me, warming me with his heat. I feel his swollen cock against my thigh, the crease of my hip. Soon it will be his turn.

I open my eyes and glance to the side. They are watching. They have seen. They have heard. They know now.