Summer Visit Ch. 08

Caylee rolled her eyes at me but her smile returned and she grabbed one of the small throws from a basket under the coffee table. She tossed it over to me but took a second blanket for herself as well, spreading it over those gorgeous legs and therefore hiding them from my view. Damn, she just kept one-upping me. I figured I'd better quit while I was behind! The little smirk on her face said she knew exactly what we were dancing around without talking about. She was an extremely quick learner.

"Ready?" I asked, putting my hand over the mouse. She nodded her assent and I clicked to start the video.

We soon became absorbed in the scene as the man began to strip what clothing was left on his mate. He pulled the stretchy top completely over her head and tossed it away; she now only wore the white panties with lace. The woman kept her arms lifted and he ran his hands slowly down them from fingers to armpits, then continued down her sides, coming back to wrap around her tummy. She looped her hands around the back of his neck, which made her small chest jut forward. His hands continued stroking her skin but soon wandered up to her nipples and started gently playing with them. I risked a quick glance over to Caylee, who stayed riveted on the screen. Even with her patterned top, I could still see that her own nipples were erect (and even more visible through this light fabric than they had been with the T-shirts). I was surprised to see movement and quickly snapped my eyes back to the screen once I realized that Caylee's hand was sneaking up underneath her loose top. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her right hand come up to touch her left nipple, her arm held very close to her body under the shirt.

Thank God we had the blankets! My breathing was accelerated and my dick was again very hard, more from the fact that Caylee was subtly tweaking her nips than from the scene we were watching, which had still not progressed very far. The man was now in front of the woman, licking her neck and breasts while starting to pull of her panties.

Caylee adjusted her position so that she was sitting with her knees up, her feet on the cushion of the couch section in front of her. She pulled the loose top over her knees but keep slipped the bottom of it underneath the blanket. Now the top stuck out fairly straight in front of her, with the fabric of the loose top draping from her bent knees down to her hips, still covering every bit of skin; she must have tucked it between her knees to secure it or it wouldn't have stayed like that. She now had lots of space to fit her hands underneath to continue her explorations and I could barely make out the movements and slight outlines and colour changes of her arms and hands under the light material. She subtly tweaked while she continued to watch the man slowly get his lover naked. We watched as his hands caressed her legs, hips, butt and eventually her now-bared pussy as he engaged his mouth and tongue in the task of licking her upper body, coming back again and again to her breasts and nipples.

With so little visual information in my peripheral vision, my mind tried to construct an image of what Caylee's hands were doing. I tried to focus on the video, to ignore what was happening a couple couch cushions away but that was asking for the impossible. I was ramping up much more quickly than usual, pushed to that point of being so horny I'd be desperate to touch myself. Apparently so was Caylee; I noticed a change in her movements when the man on screen withdrew from licking his partner. The woman's entire torso and especially her breasts and nipples were shiny were moisture as he guided her to lay back on a nearby bed. He lay down between her open thighs and began to lick her lower body as thoroughly as he had her torso.

Caylee's hands were removed from beneath the PJ top and she allowed it to fall back against her chest, showing nipples that were now protruding more dramatically from all the friction. Her knees slowly started to separate, pulling the blanket taut between them and creating a space underneath. The tops of her arms were still visible above where the blanket pooled around her lower torso but she had slouched down a little and hitched the blanket up to cover her arms from the elbow downwards. I was frozen in place, looking ahead with wide eyes but distracted by everything happening on the edge of my visual field. Caylee's arms were subtly moving and my brain exploded in a thousand questions: I wondered if she was under or over her tiny shorts? Was she touching her clit yet or was she teasing around her pussy lips like I had taught her too? Was she finally getting wet? If so, was it the movie or the situation? And of course, I wondered if my cock would rip through my boxers.

My panic and arousal rose simultaneously as Caylee continuing to slowly explore under the blanket and as we watched the man on screen slowly work towards covering his lover's entire body with shiny saliva. After slow torture everywhere else, he finally attacked her clit, pressing two fingers into her box right away. She quickly worked her way towards an orgasm as he licked her rapidly and enthusiastically. When she came, arching up with taut legs and arms, bowing her head back, her small breasts and hard nipples pointed at the ceiling. Her partner held on tight, clutching at her butt cheeks to keep his face pressed against her clit to prolong her orgasm. He caught her body as she went limp and melted into the bed to recover. Standing over her, his eyes hungrily feasting on her glossy body, he started undressing himself, stopping after each item of clothing to run his hands over her skin.

"Matt..." Caylee said softly, breaking the silence. "If you don't participate here, I'm going to feel really embarrassed."

"P- participate?" I gasped out. My cock twitched, aching for contact. What did she mean?

"Yes." her voice remained calm, matter of fact. "I don't want either of us to have to wait until I've gone upstairs to get ourselves off. You've been getting off down here to these videos and I decided I want in on that. I want both of us to do that right here, right now."

Oh shit, she had figured out I'd stayed down here to jerk off after she'd gone to bed instead of waiting until I'd safely shut myself up in the guest room. I'd known that had been a possibility (and had, in fact, come to a fantasy about just what might possibly happen if I was caught in the act), but after days went by, I'd grown more comfortable in my routine and had started caring less and less about any clues (such as a new tissue box).

"Caylee, I'm sorry about that. I just-" I started to explain.

"Oh, I don't care about that." she cut me off. "I just don't want to be left out anymore."

"Caylee, we can't do this together." I pleaded, though my body was screaming at me to just shut up and do whatever she wanted me to. Her blue eyes, slightly sad and a lot pleading, burned into my vision.

"The way I see it is: what's the difference if we're doing it two couch cushions apart instead of two rooms apart or a floor apart?" The fact that her argument made perfect sense to me should have indicated I wasn't thinking straight at all, but I was already too far gone.

"This wasn't what I agreed to! I'm just supposed to be teaching you." I stammered.

"Well, as helpful as your teaching has been, I still haven't been able to come. Can you imagine that frustration? Trying every single night for two weeks and... nothing. After years of trying with no success? I need to try something different or I'm going to go crazy. And I think this would really help." Her eyes started to fill with tears as she confessed the level of her desperation for something, anything, that would get her there.

I was caving fast. Who was I kidding? I couldn't say no on any level - not as someone who cared about Caylee and wanted to end her state of sexual frustration, not as her instructor, and yah, certainly not as a horny male. When she whispered a final "please", one small tear falling out the corner of her left eye and rolling down her cheek, I knew I was toast.

"OK." I whispered back.

The sadness was replaced with steely determination and she blinked and sniffed her teary expression away. Her expression flashed with hunger; I could plainly see she wanted this badly. Not just touching herself with the video to watch, but touching herself while I did the same nearby.

Her eyes didn't go back to the screen (the woman still in a quiet post-oral-sex recovery period and the man had joined her on the bed, now naked and skimming her skin lightly) but instead stayed on me.

I slipped my right hand under the blanket and started stroking my cock through the material of my boxers. Caylee watched for a minute, the atmosphere becoming extremely charged. I could see her breathing change, her curvy breasts moving as her chest rose and fell. She carefully shifted around on the couch so that her feet pointed towards me. She rearranged herself to that her knees were up and slightly apart, but not as high as before; the angle of her legs was now much more obtuse. I could still see her pebbled nipples and the motions of her arms but she was covered with the blanket, her knees still a bit higher than her waist.

I didn't know where to look; I struggled to focus on the screen but kept getting pulled back to Caylee, off to my left and facing me, again and again. Her gaze was locked onto my hand, as if she were trying to burn through the material of the blanket and see my fingertips lightly grazing my rod from either side. When she pulled out her right hand and sucked on her finger to lubricate it, I couldn't help but moan and immediately slip my hand under the waistband of the boxers to get a grip on my cock directly without the interference of a layer of fabric.

"Mmm..." Caylee moaned, seeming to soak up new feelings. "I think this will help me a lot. Can you- can I see it with just the blanket over? Get an idea of shape and size. Please?" I hesitated, unsure and she continued to argue her point. "I know we've seen these guys." she tipped her head towards the TV. "But my friends say porn stars have huge dicks and aren't like real guys' at all."

"OK, yah, I guess so. With the blanket." I reiterated firmly. As if that made it just fine. As if I actually had any control over myself.

"With the blanket." she repeated solemnly. Under the blanket, I carefully pulled my boxers down enough to slip my cock out and held it with my hand at the base. Her eyes went wide as she studied it intently. God, the soft blanket actually felt really good draped over my cock like that. It was thick enough to put pressure on my head, and also to block Caylee's view. She took a few moments to absorb what she saw, her intent gaze still reminding me of someone who wishes they had X-ray vision.

"Well, clearly my friends were lying." she said eventually. She looked back at the video, where the guy was now lying on the bed getting a blow job, to compare. Seeming a little worried, she asked, "Are all guys about this size then?"

"No. I'm a bit bigger than average so your friends were right. I think the average is at least a few centimetres less so don't be scared. Plus, you'll stretch to fit whatever size he is as long as he is patient and slow." Oh crap, I wished I didn't have to talk about this. It was so not helping with keeping control. I hoped Caylee didn't notice the wet spot my pre-cum had created at the apex of the blanket's wrap. I still hadn't moved my hand and keeping my cock completely still was helping.

"I don't know that I believe you..." Caylee paused, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling as if feeling around for something. She gasped and I could see her arm was now bent at a different angle, wrist sticking out in my direction. `Was she...?' I wondered. `Yes, she's definitely fingering herself. Oh fuck, that's so hot.'

I found I absolutely couldn't resist stroking myself again with one hand, the other holding my dick to stay pointing directly up. Caylee bit her lip as her finger continued moving around. "How can that possibly be? I can't even imagine a second finger in here, let alone that!" she emphasized the last word while looking at my lap again. Oh shit, I wish she hadn't said that; talking about dicks in general was one thing, talking specifically about this dick in that pussy. I shuddered and increased the pressure of my strokes. Caylee's gaze had returned to my lap and she seemed fascinated at my changes in speed. I moaned, struggling to keep my ass pressed to the couch cushion, fighting the temptation to lift my hips. My head fell back on the cushion behind me as I attempted to wrest control from my runaway hormones. My cock was leaking even more pre-cum now at the thought of Caylee's small fingers shoved into her box; it would be almost impossible for her to not notice the darker colour of the blanket's wet fabric.

As I fought with my internal struggles, lost in hot mental pictures, Caylee sighed out a surprised "Oh!" and when I looked up in response, her expression was that of actual awe. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes shimmered brightly over flushed cheeks, her pink lips open. She continued to touch herself as she watched me, seeming very attuned to her body's sensations. "Oh my God, Matt, something's finally happening!"

"What do you mean?" I managed to ask. I was able to cool down a little by focusing on her words instead of what I could image her body doing. I was now watching her as intently as she'd been watching me. She squirmed around restlessly and her legs were lowering themselves downward with each movement, as was the blanket.

"This is new stuff, it's hard to describe. It feels like there are like, little electrical currents running alll through my pelvis. And it... ohh.. it's almost like I have to pee but- but different. Like... a pressure?" Her breath was becoming more ragged as her words became less comprehensible, her expression a little confused by still happy and impressed.

"That's good, Caylee, it just means your body is really responding." Although I wasn't feeling as overwhelmed, I could empathize with her out-of-control feelings and strong arousal. I got my second hand involved, polishing the top of my dick with my left hand while the right hand continued to stroke. Caylee watched me when she could but she was having a harder time keeping her eyes open.

"Well, it muh- ah! Must be getting to watch you... see you jerk off 'cuz I've- ah! I've tried this- oh... and haven't felt like this before!"

"Maybe..." I conceded, my voice getting lower and more rumbly in automatic response to her voice becoming more breathy. "Or maybe you've discovered your inner exhibitionist. Some people really get off on other people seeing them in sexual situations, sometimes as much or more as watching others."

"Yes, I think... ohh, I think... you're right." she panted out with eyes closed. "It- it's bohhhh... it's both. Ah! So hot!" As she started to kick her blanket the rest of the way off, I wondered if she meant physically hot. She did have a light sheen of sweat across her body. But no, I think she had discovered she did like being seen like this. Unlike me, she wasn't able to control the movements of her hips, which jerked up at what seemed like random intervals to me but were surely related to her inner sensations.

She opened her eyes to watch me once she had kicked off the blanket completely. My eyes travelled the length of her body, down to her waist where her hands were shoved into her PJ shorts. The shorts were pushed a little ways down her hips and her top was bunched up, exposing her lower belly. Her long legs still moved restlessly but were kept apart enough to have room for her hands. I could see the outline of her hands stretched up against the fabric of the shorts and it was beyond hot. It looked like one hand was still curved to allow a finger to penetrate her and the other hand was now above it, fingers strumming against her clit. Watching me look at her did seem to increase her arousal even more. She bit her lower lip so hard I was worried she would draw blood.

"Matty." she managed to pant out. Her eyes drove into me with desperation as she led our gaze to my lap. "Please." was all she said. But I knew what she was asking; She wanted me to ditch the blanket too, maybe suspecting it would push her that extra bit to the finish line at long last. And I wanted to help her, couldn't even imagine her frustration after this long journey. After all, I could remember how desperate I felt from not coming for a few days! But it was just so wrong. And maybe that was part of it for her too, this very taboo situation.

"Caylee, I shouldn't! It's so wrong..." I protested, only noticing after I spoke that I'd said "shouldn't" and not "can't" or "won't". The way my words made her head tip back and her mouth open in another moan confirmed my theory. She may have wanted to see a real live dick in general, but even more than that, she wanted my cock specifically, wanted the pull of the forbidden. Only I could help her with this, only I could get her there. "...but OK." I concluded.

With effort, she raised her head and opened her eyes so she wouldn't miss seeing me. Her hands slowed their movements and she took several deep breaths, waiting. I grabbed an edge of the blanket and lifted it slightly, looked at her to be absolutely sure I'd understood correctly. She nodded quickly, her eyes hungrier than I'd ever seen them. And so, I pulled on the blanket and tossed it to the floor. I slowed my hand, going all the way from top to bottom and holding at the bottom with a tight grip; this made my erection stand up straight for her again, now with no blanket obstructing her view. The blanket had wiped away much of the pre-cum that had already gathered by my very tip was still shiny and wet.

"OhmygodMattyou'resosexy!" Caylee breathed out, her words all a jumble. Her hands resumed their quicker movements and I joined her, grasping firmly as I travelled the length of my dick. I think she now had two fingers pumping up into her pussy. I even heard a wet squelching sound for the first time and it made me wonder what her juices would taste like. And of course, I couldn't help but also think about how tight she would be, how hot, how wet. All of these images and thoughts crashing into me had me stroking faster too, pushing my head through the first two fingers of my right hand to simulate the tight squeeze of penetration.

Caylee watched this motion with absolute fascination for about ten strokes. Then suddenly, she took in a huge gulp of air and gasped out a shocked cry. As my eyes connected with hers, she started moaning and gasping her way through an orgasm, her very first one ever. Her eyes closed, her head was thrown back, her body became taut. Her legs pushed out, heels digging into the couch cushions next to my thigh.

She cried out, uninhibited, at the very peak. Those expressions of shock, awe, joy, and wonder blended on her features to create a unique and beautiful combination. She came so hard and looked so amazingly gorgeous, it was all I could do not to join her! Her climax rolled through her with such force, this beautiful and powerful thing, that I couldn't help feeling proud to have helped her get there. As she calmed, her fingers went from being shoved deep into her cunt to slowly pumping in and out. The hand that played with her clit went from firmly pressing as she twitched to slowly rolling from side to side. Her body lowered to the cushions and she exhaled as though she'd been holding her breath for a full minute.

She looked almost unconscious as she recovered, eyes closed and breathing deeply. A smile flickered across her face and a couple of after-shocks spread through her body, causing her to shudder. I allowed myself to continue to watch her directly since she wasn't looking. Her breasts were rising and falling dramatically as she caught her breath, squeezed together by the arms still stuck down her shorts, peaked with hard nipples. I let myself examine the shimmery sun-kissed skin of her tummy, of her legs, wondering what it felt like, how soft it would be to touch. Her delicate feet were right beside my hip, toenails painted light purple. I found myself suddenly wishing I could move over and pull her feet into my lap. I had a sudden image of the soles of her feet pressing against my naked erection.