Celebration Ch. 02

The exhibitionist/voyeur aspect of this story is in the second half. Please hang in there and wait for it and enjoy the build! I hope you will read part 1 of the series. And please vote. I appreciate comments, too.

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II. Afternoon

You have given me your body for the day. I am determined you won't regret it.

I fondle your butt as you walk past me into the house. We've just gotten back from lunch and I'm anxious to use my present.

"You know," I say, "You look prettier in that skirt when I know you aren't wearing panties."

"Thank you." You twirl for me, letting the loose skirt fly high, giving me a glimpse of the treasures beneath.

"I feel prettier in this skirt when you know I'm not wearing panties."

You pose suggestively.

"Do you want me to take it off?" you ask.

I had thought about having you on top with your clothes on. You could lower yourself onto my stiff penis and hump me underneath the skirt. But I had a lot of good ideas; more than I could pursue.

"Yes," I say. "Start with your top."

With a sexy smile, you pull your top over your head.

"So, you weren't wearing a bra either."

"I was pretty sure it would be coming off soon, anyway."

The soft curved mounds of your breasts are topped with rigid nipples, hungry for stimulation.

I admire the smooth curve of your neck and shoulders. Your upper torso tapers in a nice V-shape to your waist and tummy.

You undo the zipper n the side of your skirt. You raise your arms over your head, raising your hair off your neck. With a series of bumps and grinds, you gyrate your hips until the skirt slips to the ground, landing in a tumbled pile around your ankles.

You place your hands on your bare hips. One knee is bent while you stand on the other leg. Your naked body is perched like a sultry portrait, the bright red triangle of your pubic hair as the focal point, exactly where you want my attention. You hold the pose for me.

Your red hair is disheveled. You are smiling gleefully with the delight of having given the perfect gift. You are the gift.

Having given your flesh to me in this decadent manner, you glow with an aura of anticipation; to be enjoyed lasciviously, admired lustfully, to be the object of my pleasure, arousal and fulfillment. You are ready to be ogled, or taken, touched or ravished, grabbed and pillaged.

"You are gorgeous," I say.

"Is that all?" you ask, hoping that it was not.

"I'd really like to take you and devour you right now."

"My body is yours."

I smile.

"Let's go take a nap," I say. "I want you rested for the days festivities."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"If you insist," you say, disappointed.

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I am naked, sitting up on the bed, leaning back on a large pillow, gazing at your nude form. The soft curves around your breast and hip are rising and falling gently with each breath. Your relaxed repose is alluring. Though you don't usually sleep naked, but you do because I asked you to. In sleep, you are charging yourself for my bidding.

Your eyes flutter open as you begin to stir. You see me looking at you hungrily. You smile.

"See something you want?"

"I see something that's mine."

You giggle as you prop yourself up on one arm.

"What kind of possession am I? A prisoner? A slave?"

"A plaything."

You turn to sit cross-legged.

"What would you like to play?"

You stroke my bare thigh up to my groin and stroke my manhood as my flesh begins to rise.

"Something fun?" you ask.

I smile nodding.

"Sit up on your knees," I direct.

You shift to comply. Upright, you are statuesque. It is a powerful sight. Your straight back thrusts your bosom forward pushing your breasts toward me. The curve of your naked waist and hips provokes my desire further. You are full of delicious appeal. I lick my lips as I caress your naked flesh with my eyes. You feel that caress inside. Your thighs shift.

"Now what?" you ask submissively.

"I want to see your arousal. I want to watch you play with yourself."

You smile as you reach for your nipples. You close your eyes and rock your hips as you lightly touch each tender tip. Soon, your left hand drifts downward to the nether regions of your growing arousal. Gently, you touch your entrance with your middle finger, brushing it slowly up and down your fleshy slit. Carefully, you apply growing pressure, forcing your finger to slip inside your body.

I watch, delighted, as your finger disappears into the folds of your flesh. Your gold wedding band is on the hand that is touching your pussy as middle finger explores inside.

My rising hardness pierces the air. I raise my hips longingly, still needing to cum. The movement swings my stiffness, slinging a tiny strand of pre-cum across both our thighs. I am fully hard as I sit up on the bed in front of you. You enjoy the effect your play has on me as you stroke your clitoris.

I touch myself intimately as I watch your building arousal. You are breathing deeply, watching my rigid penis as the tight skin slides over the blood-filled shaft under my firm grip, stroking myself as you stroke yourself.

"I can get off like this," you whine.

"You better stop for a second. Maybe you need a break."

You don't want to stop. You want to orgasm. But you comply. After all, you have given your body to me.

I reach into a drawer of the nightstand and pull out your favorite vibrator. It has two bullets connected with wires to a battery pack.

You take it, giggling.

"I hope you're enjoying this show. I sure am," you remark.

You turn on both bullets. One goes straight to your right nipple, you more sensitive one. You insert the other in your crotch.

You close your eyes savoring the electronic petting. You thrust your hips slowly as your breathing grows heavier. Your skin is flushed.

"I'm gonna go."

Clearly you are on the verge.

"Don't orgasm," I insist.

You groan unhappily.

"I'm so close!" you complain.

My expression tells you I mean it, so you remove the vibrator from your clitoris. I take it and place it under my scrotum and press.

I gasp. You seem pleased.

"Do you like that?" you ask.

"It has its appeal."

"I think it's hot."

You shift the bullet from your nipple to your clitoris. Both of us savor the sweet vibrations stirring up our desire. We watch each other play with the vibrator, our appetite growing stronger for each other.

"You know what I think would be hot?" I ask.

"What?"

"If you straddled me and mounted me right now."

"Ooo. I think that would be hot, too."

We continue playing with the vibrators for a minute.

"So," you ask. "Do you want me to mount you?"

I nod.

I reach into the drawer again and hand you a tube of "personal lubricant." You hold it over my rigid penis and squeeze on a dab. Its cool moistness causes my hardness to flinch. You grip my hard-on firmly in your hand and slowly stroke my warm shaft.

"That feels good," I moan.

"Do you want me to . . .?"

"Keep doing that," I interrupt.

"I don't want you to get off."

"Why not?"

You continue your slow gentle hand-job.

"I want to save you for later."

You continue stroking me. I close my eyes and meet your strokes with my hips. Your slow stroke combined with the vibrator in my perineum is drawing me nearer and nearer my orgasm.

You notice and stop stroking, squeezing firmly. With all your strength, you bear down around my twitching shaft. I feel the burn of the pressure clamping my ejaculation in place until the urge to release subsides. I open my eyes to find you smiling at me.

"Okay," I say after catching my breath. "Mount me now."

You reach for my hard-on, gripping me in your fingers.

I give you my vibrator.

"And you can have your orgasm whenever you're ready," I say.

You squeeze my cock tightly as you walk toward me on your knees, throwing one leg across my body as you approach. You aim my rigid member straight at your pussy and lower yourself on to me, impaling yourself on my protruding hardness. The tip of my hardness presses into your soft warm flesh. You wiggle the shaft, clearing the way inside. Slowly my cock is engulfed inside you, submerged in to your warm moist depths.

Slowly you raise and lower yourself over my stiff penis, humping me gently. With one vibrator still on your nipple, you lower the other back to your clitoris. I can feel the pulses on my hardness through your flesh. We both moan.

Then you turn up the intensity on the bullet in your crotch. The vibrations are stronger and I'm finding it hard to keep from cumming inside you. You start humping me faster, grunting and squealing.

"I'm gonna cum!" you exclaim with a gasp.

Your body becomes rigid. Then I feel the contractions as your vagina spasms around my shaft. I feel the muscles in your vagina squeezing me with your release. You gasp and scream. Your whole body trembles and twitches as you flail your long red hair, thrashing uncontrollably.

Finally you turn off the vibrator and cast it aside, collapsing on my chest. My cock is still embedded inside your now satisfied pussy. I may want to wait, but my erection doesn't. I hold you as you come down from your ecstasy. When you finally swing off of me, I am still hard.

"Do you want me to continue your hand-job?" you ask with servility.

"Yes."

You giggle. "I won't let you cum..."

A pulse of desire runs through my shaft. My body is frustrated.

"I know."

"I could go down on you."

"I'd like that, but if I even move, I'll get off.

"That's very sexy," you say, stroking my chest and tummy. "I want to save your ejaculation for later. It will be bigger after abstaining."

"That's really hot."

You lay next to me, gazing at my rigid member, red and swollen with pent up arousal.

"I want it all to end up inside me."

I smile.

"Until then," I say, "I want to play with my present."

"You do? Still?"

"Why would I want to stop?"

"I don't want you to stop."

"Okay. Go take a shower first."

You move to obey.

"But," I stop you. "When you're done, wrap yourself in only a towel, and then come find me."

You smile. "Okay."

I wait to hear the water running and the shower door to close before I get out of bed.

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Your senses heightened, the feel of the warm water over your naked flesh is intoxicating. You lather on soap, slowly, luxuriously reveling in the feel of your own smooth touch. You linger over your firm nipples. Your butt cheeks peek deliciously from under the towel. You smile. The mysterious adventure ahead beckons your imagination.

What does he have planned? You wonder what's in store for you. Will it be embarrassing? What will he do with me? What will he do to me? You feel your desire swelling inside. You press a finger into your stimulated sex. Even your flesh down there is eager to find out.

"Where are you?" you call, stepping out of the bathroom, dutifully clutching your towel. You expected me in the bedroom.

I'm not in the living room either.

Annoyed at first, you resign yourself to the fact that the game is mine. You smile at what might wait at the end of this hide-and-seek. This might be fun.

You search the whole house. Nothing. Could he be outside? That's a good bet.

Carefully, you peer out the back door and step onto the porch. You stick your head out the screen door of the porch. You look around before you call. It doesn't sound like the neighbors are out.

"Are you out here?" you call softly.

No answer. You will have to go out and look.

Gingerly grasping your towel, you come out, watching the windows of the two-story houses around our yard. You hope no one is looking. You step carefully across the yard, searching, until you find me.

"Hello," I say.

I am in a spot in the back yard that is shielded from the view of curious onlookers that may be around us. The shed, the bushes and trees screen us, or they seem to.

"Here I am," you say.

"Lay the towel on the grass."

With two fingers you tug at the top of the towel. It unwraps and slips down your body. You stand confidently as your nude form is unveiled for me. You lay the towel carefully on the thick soft grass, taking your time as I watch you bend over from behind. Your swollen sex is darkened with desire and your inner lips are peaking out, ready to play.

"Now lay back on it."

You lay yourself out on the ground. You arch your back and bend your legs, moving alluringly, making yourself a visual delight to me.

"Play with your nipples."

You gasp at your own touch. You were excited when you came out here. Soon, you are quietly moaning, your legs twisting and writhing as I stand over you.

My stiffening penis stretches out in the warm afternoon air.

I kneel down, placing my hands on your naked legs.

"Keep doing that," I say.

"If you insist."

I part your legs and run my fingernails lightly over your smooth thighs as I bend over your tingling flesh. Adrenaline shoots through your flesh from your tantalized pleasure center.

Lying between your legs, I look up your nude body. You feel my warm breath caress the moist folds of your lips as you long for touch down there. They glisten, your delicious scent wafts from the deep folds of your starving desire, and I am intent on pleasuring you.

You flinch as I touch your vulva. Your inner lips have swollen, ready to be plucked. The soft flesh is sticky from your rising moisture.

I kiss them tenderly. You emit a low moan. I lick them with my wet tongue, and then pull them into my mouth. My saliva runs as I savor your succulent flesh.

I let my tongue roam into your cavern. I taste your salty dew. The flavor inflames my appetite and I suck you more vigorously, mouthing your vaginal opening where your luscious flavor is strongest.

You writhe and twist on the towel while I feast on your tender sex.

I allow my tongue to find your pleasure spot. I lick your clit firmly from your vagina up to the tender tip, over and over. Then with a very soft tongue, I flick its growing firmness.

I feel you flinch. As your flesh fills with sensation, I adjust the movement and pressure of my lips and tongue, guiding your body to greater pleasure, steering your flesh to deeper gratification through your pussy, starving for stimulation.

You writhe, lifting your legs and spreading your thighs to admit me further. I suck the whole region around your clitoris. You moan and thrash harder as I suck and lick.

I happen to look up as I suck you and notice that our spot is not as shielded as I thought. The young couple in the house behind ours is watching us from a second floor window. You are naked, laying back on the towel, playing with your nipples with my face buried in your crotch and I am naked sucking you to orgasm.

They are stealing glances at us between very passionate kisses, wrapped in each other's arms. He is pulling off her top and she is undoing his pants.

I wonder if I should stop and head us to shelter.

"Don't stop!" you beg. "Don't stop!"

You are so close to orgasm. I don't want to stop you. You might panic if I tell you about it. But I decide to tell you.

"Honey," I gasp between smacks.

"What . . .?"

I got to tell you something,"

"Now!?"

"I think so."

"Anything . . . Don't stop!"

"Honey . . . the neighbors are watching us."

You twist around and look up. You see the couple in the window overlooking us, naked on the lawn. She is bent over facing us. He is behind her with his hands clutching her hips. He is pounding her as they watch me sucking your pussy on the lawn.

You arch your back and twist your body, groaning and moaning. You flinch as the sensations shoot through your burning flesh.

"Don't stop!" you scream.

Your orgasm erupts. Your body flinches and twists as the spasms pound through you.

I look to see the woman's head is flung back. Her mouth is open in an uncontrolled shout and her long dark hair is thrashing around her shoulders. The man has his eyes clinched shut. He is thrusting faster. Suddenly, his mouth opens in a loud groan. We can hear them.

Your spasms taper off and you collapse on the towel.

I crawl up your naked body toward you until our lips meet.

We both look up at the other couple. The man is still humping the woman, bringing her to her own climax.

I kiss you deeply, the taste of your arousal still strong on my lips, sharing your taste with you.

Kissing tenderly, holding you, we lay there in the warm shade, watching our neighbors fuck. Birds are singing around us and the wind rustles the leaves. The breeze caresses our bare flesh.

Then we hear the woman's loud cries of ecstasy. You look over and see them in the window as her body thrashes, much as yours did a moment ago.

"How long were they watching us?"

"I don't know. They saw everything important."

You cover yourself with your hands, but you don't hide.

"They didn't close the curtains."

"No. They didn't."

"Do you think they wanted us to see them?"

We watch them as she comes down from her orgasm. She looks down and sees us looking up at them as the man turns away and disappears into the room.

The woman smiles bashfully and waves to us, wiggling her fingers. She shrugs her shoulders apologetically and then mouths "Thank you," before disappearing inside.

You giggle.

"Wow," you say.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I thought we were hidden here."

"It's okay." You kiss me, then more passionately.

"They didn't seem to mind," you observe.

"Do you?"

"Maybe. But there's something about it that kinda makes me feel . . . horny."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They just kinda caught us, didn't they?"

"They did."

"They seemed to enjoy it, too."

"I think we helped them. Seeing us probably got them started."

"We should probably be helpful like this more often."

My cock, still hard, twitches at your words.

I help you up. We walk inside hand-in-hand as you trail the towel behind.