ShamaLamaDingDong
Bluelighter
As I open the door to my room I hear a soft moan. I only open the door a crack, hoping not to make the hinge squeak. I can see my computer desk through gap. I can also see Vikki sitting at the computer, though I cant see the screen itself. Her right is on the mouse, the other lies on her knees. The left hand is moving it's way up her legs, fingers slipping under the hem of her skirt. She begins to rub and toy with her underwear. She catches herself and stops, only to put her hand back towards her crotch moments later. How many times have I dreamed of watching my girlfriend masturbate?
I feel my excitement grow, among other things, as she removes her hand from the mouse and begins to unbutton her shirt. She's wearing a white lace bra underneath, her nipples hard and perky. With two fingers she begins to squeeze and twist one nipple. She must have saw something good on my screen. She bites her lip, stifles a moan, and then I see her reach up above the elastic of her underwear and dip her hand down deep. What is she watching?
The sight of Vikki, tits exposed, enjoying the finer moments of being a woman, was driving me mad. I began to rub my already hard cock through my jeans. It was all I could do not to run in and have her right there, I'd rather enjoy this as long as I can.
After a minute or two of this Vikki raises her butt off my chair and slides her black thong down to the floor and steps out of them. Still sitting in my chair, I now see she's devoted more than two fingers to this endeavor. Her hips are rocking back and forth on her own hand. Her eyes stay glued to the screen. Her hand comes up to her mouth, and she starts sucking on her fingers, first one, then two. She returns her hand to her muff. She begins making lots of noise, enough that I don't have to worry about her hearing my quickened breathing. The pace of her pleasuring is getting frantic now, I can see the signs of her pending orgasm. Her knees, being shaking and moving left and right. The hand that been services her nipples goes between her thighs and starts pressing the other hand deeper into her. Her back beings to shake, then she arches it and pauses. For two or three seconds she just sits there. Eyes closed, enjoying the orgasm that is still affecting her so greatly.
I feel my excitement grow, among other things, as she removes her hand from the mouse and begins to unbutton her shirt. She's wearing a white lace bra underneath, her nipples hard and perky. With two fingers she begins to squeeze and twist one nipple. She must have saw something good on my screen. She bites her lip, stifles a moan, and then I see her reach up above the elastic of her underwear and dip her hand down deep. What is she watching?
The sight of Vikki, tits exposed, enjoying the finer moments of being a woman, was driving me mad. I began to rub my already hard cock through my jeans. It was all I could do not to run in and have her right there, I'd rather enjoy this as long as I can.
After a minute or two of this Vikki raises her butt off my chair and slides her black thong down to the floor and steps out of them. Still sitting in my chair, I now see she's devoted more than two fingers to this endeavor. Her hips are rocking back and forth on her own hand. Her eyes stay glued to the screen. Her hand comes up to her mouth, and she starts sucking on her fingers, first one, then two. She returns her hand to her muff. She begins making lots of noise, enough that I don't have to worry about her hearing my quickened breathing. The pace of her pleasuring is getting frantic now, I can see the signs of her pending orgasm. Her knees, being shaking and moving left and right. The hand that been services her nipples goes between her thighs and starts pressing the other hand deeper into her. Her back beings to shake, then she arches it and pauses. For two or three seconds she just sits there. Eyes closed, enjoying the orgasm that is still affecting her so greatly.
