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Did You Like The Show

Jonni wasn't expecting me for another hour, yet I came early. There was no answer to my knocking, and as always before, I let myself in, thinking Jonni might be asleep still. I walked quietly through the house, glancing around, but went straight to her bedroom. I expected to see her buried under the covers, sleeping soundly, but she wasn't there. The sound of typing came to my ears from another room. It stopped suddenly, and I was struck with anxiety. I heard her footsteps as she padded down the hall. I turned and slipped into the closet, sliding the wooden door shut in front of my face. I peeked out through the wooden slats and saw her come into her room.

She ran her hands over her face and then lower, touching the rest of her body slowly, as if she enjoyed the feel of her cotton panties and top against her soft skin. Her movements were languid and drawn out as she slid her panties down to the floor, bending over to stroke her legs and feet, she gave me a full view of her round ass, and her thick penis and dangling testicles between her thighs as she picked up her panties. She came toward the closet and I shrank back, holding my breath, but she only hung the panties on a hook on the wall beside the closet door. She removed her top as she graciously walked over to a chair, sitting down and stretching her arms and legs. She sighed deeply and relaxed, spreading her thighs open and drew her knees apart. She folded her arms beneath her head, breathing deeply, rhythmically, her chest rising and falling slowly.

From this angle I could see quite clearly between her shapely thighs, and my breath caught as I saw how swollen her shaft was. A light glob of pre-cum leaked from her tip, slowly dribbling down to her seat cushion. She began to grind her hips against cushion, letting out a low moan of pleasure. She turned her back away from the seat back, keeping her legs spread wide straddling the seat, so that I could see her penis throbbing beneath the bottom of the seat back, the muscles in her inner thighs quivering. She ran her hands over her breasts, massaging them not so gently, her hands squeezing firmly the delicate flesh, stopping every few minutes to pinch and roll her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. She arched her back up, her eyes closed, licking her lips as she stimulated her beautiful breasts. She was clearly enjoying herself immensely.

I bit my lip, trying to keep silent as I watched, lest she hear me and be angry that I was in there, embarrassed that she was giving me such an intimate show. I was very aroused, my own nipples hard, my sex dripping, and aching to touch her. She continued on, oblivious to my frustration in the closet, running her hands down her soft belly, caressing her lovely skin, tracing circles around her bellybutton with her fingertips. I kept my face pressed to the wooden slats of the door, watching intently as she rubbed and squeezed between her thighs. She moaned again, this time louder. She was so wet that her penis was pouring a flow of her sweet honey down her shaft and soaking the seat cushion underneath her. She slid her fingers up and down her shaft, then spread her legs further apart, rubbing the tip of her throbbing penis with her finger and gasping, her hips jerking up. I was shaking with desire, my mouth watering as she gripped her fingers around her hot shaft. When she withdrew her hand it was sticky with her juice. She ran her wet index finger around her purple tip in small circles, teasing herself. She slid her fingers back down, and this time squeezed her sac with two fingers. Again, she drew her dripping fingers up to her shaft.

She placed her middle finger on one side of her tip, her ring finger on the other, and gently stroked her penis between them, rubbing slowly up and down. She took her other hand and plunged three fingers deep inside her bum hole, whimpering in pleasure. She moved at a steady pace, rubbing her shaft and pumping her fingers in and out of her anus. I was fighting myself now, holding myself back, feeling as if I would lose my mind, listening to the wet sounds her fingers made, her moaning and groaning, and watching her masturbate. I felt like a caged animal, and every muscle in my body was bunched and tight, ready to spring.

She moaned louder now, her fingers moving faster and harder, deeper inside. She rubbed her penis in quick little strokes, pinching her tip tightly between her fingers and pulling on it. She jerked her hips up now with every stroke of her fingers, whining and grunting. The sound of her wet shaft slurping as she rammed them up and down sent me over the edge, and I fell to my knees, biting back a yell as I came in my jeans. My eyes were still glued to her, though, and a

moment later she let out a sharp cry, her hips bucking up violently, rubbing her penis furiously as she exploded in orgasm. The muscles in her thighs were twitching spasmodically as her juice came flooding out above her fingers. Her hips were frozen up in the air, her fingers still pressed hard against her shaft, her other hand still buried deep inside.

Her body slowly relaxed, her ass dropping back down onto the bed. She laid there catching her breath, wiggling her fingers inside herself still. Then she leaned up on her elbows, looked at the closet door, and lifted her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean. She smiled as she did this, and I realized she knew I was there. She'd known the whole time. She lowered her fingers back down to her penis, soaking them with goo again, and licked them clean once more.

Her voice was husky when she spoke. "Did you like the show?"