The "feeling" is mutual...

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I watch you start moving that way. The little shudders starting in your hips. I know that about you.

Your mouth open, your breasts moving. I know that you're close to coming. Damn, I love to watch.

How can I help it? I'm just a guy, and you're wearing those jeans again. You know you shouldn't go around looking like that, so damn hot.

You'd look more naked in those jeans than if you were stripped bare, right in front of me. The denim is worn just right to highlight your pretty little tail and hips. They leave nothing to the imagination, and my imagination just goes crazy for you.

And that little flash of skin when you turn and your shorty blouse shifts and your skin looks so soft. You know just what you're doing, don't you? I can't help but cross the patio and wrap you in a big hug from behind.

Sliding my hands up under that blouse and feeling the silky edge of your bra where it dips between your tits. Damn girl, I'm already so hard I can feel a damp spot in my boxers. I'm thrilled to find you wearing the one with the front clasp.

I love the way it feels when I let your tits slip down out of the cups, warm, and my hands cup you instead. I'm aching, sweet. Let's head inside so I can unwrap you and we'll play.

No. No? But babe, we're so ready.

What? Out here on the patio? Uh, neighbors? Sit on the lawn chair, behind the bushes, and they won't see.

Well, maybe, but they might. You don't care? You randy little bitch, you have all this planned, don't you? Let me unzip you, and you can straddle me in this chair.

Wait, what are you up to unzipping them yourself and pushing your jeans halfway down to your knees? You want me to pull my shorts and boxers halfway down, too? Well, okay.

There. Crap, look, it's standing straight up. Why are you pulling that other chair up, sitting facing me? I thought we were going to, you know, fuck.

You just say, nope, and start to slide your hands up your thighs. You're already so pink and open. I have that tight knot just under my balls already.

I watch you use your first two fingers to do that swirling motion over your clit. Shifting forward, I see the fire in your eyes. You fascinate me.

I hear you make a little sound as a fingertip disappears inside. I swallow hard. I reach out to help you play, to touch.

It's surprising how hard you grip my wrist with your free hand and stop me. No, you do you. I want to watch you, you say, and you move my hand to my dick.

You watch me, and I'll watch you. We can't touch each other. That's cheating.

Dear God, I can't wait anymore. I use the slippery of my pre-cum to slide a few strokes up and down my cock. When you go wide-eyed, I watch you move your hands all the way up your thighs and slip both thumbs inside and begin to rub the sensitive spots just inside, the ones that are just below your clit, those little buds left and right.

When you lean back, a little of your shiny juices run down your pink lips. You say, give me your hand, but I thought you said no touching. Shut up, your hand, my rules.

You take your wet fingers and wet my palm with your glisten. Then you lick my fingers. You were dry.

Now you're better. Show me how you jerk off when I'm not around. I don't need anything more than that.

My slippery hand feels so good sliding up and down me, and I pick up your scent in the air. I find I can't stop stroking. Using your cum is so sexy for me.

You go back to work on your pretty pussy. There are little wet noises. Oh God, how I love to see you in heat, to watch you play.

Fingers inside, fingers outside, swirls and pinches. Your eyes are half closed, but you're still watching me do myself. I watch you start moving that way, the little shutters starting in your hips.

I know that about you. Your mouth open, your breasts moving. I know you are so close to coming.

Damn, I love to watch. I love to see you slip away into, well, that place you go, wildly, ultimately female. I move closer, your knees between my knees, but still not touching.

Watching you quiver that way just puts me over the top. As I cum, it splashes on your thighs. And just when I thought you'd cum as hard as you could cum, you fascinate me by using your fingers to scoop up some of that white cream drizzled in your lap, and using my slippery cum like lube on your clit.

Fingers of your left hand inside and two wet right fingers sliding along your pussy lips. My sticky fingers are still on the base of my cock, just moving slowly. Closing your eyes, you're pressing both hands up against yourself and rocking.

I worry you'll collapse that flimsy lawn chair. Your jeans have worked their way down around your ankles. I take you in, examining you from your waist down to your sandals.

You're gorgeous. Suddenly you open your eyes, look right into mine, and let your body go. I've never seen you shake like that before.

Maybe the neighbors can't see us, but I don't know, they might have heard that moan. Your pretty nipples are crinkled so tight, up at the ache. I go to circle a finger around one, and you stop me again.

Uh, not happening. You're put up with a kiss and a nip. Your velvety skin, damp from exertion, tastes salty.

Fuck this no-touching bullshit, woman! I lead you inside. I pull back the summer blanket and lie down behind you in our bed, bodies touching top to toe, skin to skin, and I think about how warm that feels, inside and out.

I have to kiss the back of your shoulders and neck. My dick, gone soft, is pressed between your cheeks. The evening is slipping in.

We fall into that happy afterwards sleep. I wonder if my dreams will be about this afternoon or about our next time, and if we'll touch each other. Straddling in a chair? Eh, nice, but we've done that before.

Turnabout is fair play, isn't it? I think next time I'm in charge. You might be surprised how I'll touch you, and where I'll touch you.

I'm thinking next time you can't touch you and I can't touch me. I hope the feeling will be mutual.