Watching Her

by Sammi Starlight

  I slipped out of my dress clothes, pulling on some yoga pants and a t-shirt. I gathered my long curls up into a messy bun, checking myself in the mirror quick. Could I look any less glamorous? Really, what did he see in me?

  My stomach grumbled just then and I decided I better get out there to eat some pizza. Brett had turned on the radio and had a slice of pizza for me on a plate.

  His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Hey, gorgeous.” I couldn’t help but grin when he called me that.

  Pulling at my t-shirt, I rolled my eyes. “I don’t feel so gorgeous. Definitely not what I had planned to wear on our first date.” I sat on the stool next to him.

  “No? Well, I think you look sexy as hell right now. There is nothing hotter than a woman who is comfortable to just be herself around a man.” I squeezed my thighs together, feeling desire pool in my belly as his gaze roved over me.

  I grinned sheepishly. “Thanks.”

  We talked as we ate, getting to know each other better. I discovered that he owned a tattoo shop and loved old movies, reading, and motorcycles. Music was a passion of his too. He could play piano, guitar, and the drums. He loved rock n’ roll, but also enjoyed country and classical music. I loved that he didn’t fit the mold of the kind of guy I thought he might be.

  He didn’t mention much about his family, other than that he was raised by his mother and that he had two older sisters. I told him about my boring life, never getting into trouble, college, and my unexciting job.

  When we finished eating, he helped me clean up the dishes. I couldn’t help but notice the confidence with which he moved around my kitchen, as if he had been there a million times before.

  Turning around, I leaned against the counter next to him. “Thanks for the wine and pizza.”

  He looked down at me with a smile. “Any time, gorgeous. I’m just glad I still got to see you.”

  “Me too,” I murmured, my eyes locked on his. I was dying for him to kiss me.

  He moved close, his hard body pressing me into the counter, almost trapping me. “It’s late. Do you want me to go?”

  All I could do was shake my head as I looked up at him. He brushed his knuckles on my cheek. “Good.”

  He leaned down to kiss me, his lips soft and gentle at first. Snaking my arms around his neck, I pressed my body into his. A growl escaped his throat, his kiss suddenly growing in intensity as he moved his hands to my hips, pressing his erection against me. His tongue searched out mine, teasing it. Man, could he kiss!

  He pulled away from me suddenly, his breathing heavy. His eyes were hooded with lust. “I better go, gorgeous, before I do something I will regret.”

  I brought my hands up to my swollen lips. I had never ever been kissed like that in my life. I didn’t want him to go, but I knew he was right. Another kiss like that and I would let him do anything he wanted to me. I didn’t want this to turn into a one-night fling.

  He came back to me and cupped my face. “You are amazing, gorgeous. And I can’t wait to see you again.” He kissed me again, softer this time. He pressed his forehead against mine. “I will call or text you tomorrow.” He grabbed his coat and headed out the door before I could even say goodbye.

  My heart was pounding. He was so amazing. And sexy. Oh my god, if he hadn’t left, I so would have slept with him. I had to text Jillian.

  He just left. But he kissed me. And it was AMAZING!!

  Yay! When will you see him again?

  Not sure. He’s going to call or text tomorrow. I knew a silly grin was plastered on my face.

  So, happy for you, Lizzie!

  Thanks! Gnite!

  Nite!

  Sighing, I turned off the music and lights in the kitchen. I was exhausted but still so wired. Stripping naked, I slid between the cool sheets of my bed. All I could think about was Brett’s kiss and the way his body felt against mine. No man had ever affected me the way he did.

  What would those hands feel like all over my body? Or those lips? I shuddered and moved my hand down my body, pausing to tease my nipples. I imagined Brett’s hands on my body, his fingers working my nipples into tight peaks. Gasping, I arched slightly off the bed. Spreading my legs, I slid a finger along my slit. A moan escaped my lips when I felt how wet and swollen my sex was.

  I continued to explore my folds, dipping my fingers in and out of my wetness. I continued to tease my nipple pinching the tight buds. All I could think about as I touched myself was Brett’s fingers in me, his mouth on me, him fucking me. My body bowed off the bed as I tensed. Calling out his name, I exploded, coming hard, my juices flooding my hand.

  Oh my god, what has this man done to me? Never ever have I had to get myself off after a date.

  I rolled over in bed, breathless. Glancing at my phone, I saw I had missed a text from Brett.

  Had a great time tonight gorgeous. Sweet dreams.

  I felt warm all over again. I groaned. Even just a text from him set me on edge again. I had it bad. Already.

  Had a great time too. Thank you.

  I threw my pillow over my head and groaned. Boy, did I have it bad for this guy!

  4

  The next week passed by in a whirlwind. Brett and I talked all the time on the phone and via text. Work was still crazy-busy with my boss piling on more and more work. I managed to get away a few times to see Brett, meeting him for lunch.

  On Saturday night, we went to a dinner and a movie, ending the night in a serious make-out session on my couch. This time it was me that stopped us from going further. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, but I was nervous. I told him I had to get up early to meet my family for church. He left without an argument, promising to call me the next day.

  To be completely honest with myself, I was terrified to sleep with him. I was pretty sure he’d been with a ton of beautiful women who were way more experienced than I was and knew how to pleasure him. I could count on one hand the number of guys I had been with. I could count on one hand how many times I had given a guy a blow job. I didn’t want to be a disappointment to him.

  We met for lunch again the following Monday. He had packed a picnic and met me at the park. We ate and enjoyed the beautiful weather, making small-talk. During a lull in our conversation, he turned to me.

  “Are you seeing someone else?” He sat up nervously.

  “Oh god no,” I was slightly amused that he was worried that I was seeing someone other than him.

  He took my hand, brushing his thumb over the knuckles. “Good. I was just wondering. I mean, we have all these lunch dates, which I love, but I want to be alone, at my place or yours.” His eyes smoldered with desire as he looked into mine. “I want you, Lizzie.”

  Shaking my head, I felt my face get warm with embarrassment.

  I sighed and let go of his hand. “I’ll be honest, Brett. I like you. A lot. And I am crazy attracted to you. But - “

  “Are you afraid to sleep with me?”

  Shaking my head, I felt my face get warm with embarrassment.

  I sat up, totally taken aback. “What?” Could this man read my mind? Swallowing hard, I couldn’t believe I was going to admit this. “Brett, you are unlike any guy I have ever dated. You are the opposite - exciting and funny and you make my blood boil like no one ever has, but I have very little experience. In the bedroom. I’m scared I will disappoint you.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh gorgeous, is that all?”

  I nodded and he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. “Baby, I haven’t been with many women really, and honestly? None of them have ever made me feel like you do.” He cupped my face. “You make me feel like I am going to come undone every time I am around you. All I want to do is touch you and kiss you. It’s not even just about the sex. I just want to feel you, be close to you.” He kissed my lips softly. “I think you are amazing.”

  Reaching up, I touched his hand. “Really?”

  He smiled, nodding. “Really. And besides, it might be fun to teach you what I like.” He leaned in
close, “I have a feeling there’s a kinky girl in there just waiting to get out. I want to be the one to unleash it.” I could feel his lips on my ears as he spoke, and my panties were instantly wet at his words. My heart raced as I clutched him with my other hand.

  Just then his phone rang. “Shit, I’m sorry baby. I have to take this.” He pulled away, answering his phone.

  I was in a daze, not really hearing him as he spoke. I cursed the crowd around us silently because right now, I wanted nothing more than to attack Brett here on the picnic blanket. So, he thought deep down I was kinky? Really? I wonder why?

  He hung up the phone, sighing. “Baby, I have to go. I’m needed at the shop.” He rubbed my thigh, his touch sending bolts of desire to my core.

  I looked at my phone and realized I needed to get back to the office anyway. I’d have to ask him later why he thought deep down I was kinky. “That’s ok. Are we on for tonight?”

  He nodded. “Yep. Do you want to go out or stay in?”

  “I think I would rather stay in,” I murmured, covering his hand with mine.

  His already dark eyes were almost black now with desire. Nodding, he kissed me gently. “I’ll see you at six?”

  “Yep. See you then.”

  We went our separate ways. For the rest of the afternoon, I couldn’t concentrate at all. My clothes felt too tight, and I kept squirming in my seat. Tonight, was going to be the night. Jillian was out of town for work, so I couldn’t even get a pep-talk from her. I knew I was being silly. After all, I was thirty years old and most certainly not a virgin.

  But why did I feel so much like one?

  5

  I arrived promptly at Brett’s apartment at six that night. Dave tried to get me to stay late do another report for him, but I told him that I absolutely couldn’t. I was really getting tired of the way he treated me. The look on his face had been priceless as I walked out my office past him.

  Since Brett and I weren’t going out, I figured casual was fine, dressing in my favorite jeans and a t-shirt. Underneath I had on a black, lacy bra and black thong that was already soaked from the anticipation of what was going to happen tonight.

  I was about to knock on the door when Brett opened it. “Hey, gorgeous!” He pulled me in for a long kiss. By the time he was done, I was breathless.

  “Keep that up and we won’t eat.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, I plan on eating plenty tonight.” He winked at me, and I almost swooned. I’d never had a guy perform oral sex on me, much less come right out and tell me that he was going to.

  Taking me by the hand, he led me to the kitchen. On the table was an amazing spread - salad, lasagna, garlic bread. Wine and candles completed the table. “Wow, I had no idea you could do all this.”

  He pulled me to him so I could feel his erection against my thigh. “You have no idea what I can all do, baby.” His lips brushed mine. “But you are going to find out.”

  I shuddered in his arms. “Stop,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “I’m not going make it through dinner.”

  “That’s the plan, gorgeous.” Picking me up, he carried me over to his couch. Setting me down gently, he moved between my legs, settling on top of me. He leaned down, kissing me until I was grinding my hips into his. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered as his lips moved down my neck, slipping his hand under my t-shirt to cup my breast.

  I whimpered, arching underneath him. He groaned, sliding off of me to stand up. Taking my hand, he pulled me off the couch to stand in front of him.

  “Why did you stop?” Did I do something wrong?

  He reached for me, his hand on the back of my head, pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck baby, you are so fucking sexy. I want you so bad.” His other hand came up, his fingers touching my lips swollen from his kisses, trailing to the whisker burn on my face and neck.

  I reached for him. “Then take me.”

  He growled, “Not yet. I want to look at you first.”

  I suddenly felt so self-conscious. I had never had sex in the light or had a guy really look at my naked body. Sex for me had always occurred at night, in the dark, between the sheets of the bed.

  He must have noticed my hesitation. “Baby, you are so gorgeous. I just want to see you. Take off your shirt for me.” I couldn’t refuse him when he talked like that.

  I slipped my t-shirt off over my head. “Now your jeans.”

  I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs, stepping out of them. “Fuck baby,” I heard him mutter under his breath.

  His words were like fuel to my fire, and I reached out for him again.

  “No, not yet. Take off the rest, please.”

  Reaching behind me, I undid my bra, sliding it down my arms and throwing it to the floor He sucked in a breath. As he licked his lips, all I could think about was him using his tongue on me, all over me. My nipples instantly hardened and ached for his touch.

  “Now the thong.” His voice was rough, almost a whisper. I could see the affect I was having on him, and I no longer felt so shy. I slid the thong down so he could see my freshly-waxed sex. He smiled and slid his finger over my pubic bone. “You should let me put a tattoo right there.”

  Shivering at his touch, I laughed at his words. “Seriously? Right there? Of what?”

  He touched the spot again causing me to fight back a moan. “How about ‘Brett’s’?”

  This time a sound escaped my mouth. Why did the thought of being owned by him almost make me come instantly? I was an independent woman who could take care of herself. The idea of being Brett’s just seemed right for some reason.

  He kissed me hard, his hands in my hair, holding me tight to him. When the kiss ended, both of us were panting, out of breath. “Go sit on the couch. Spread your legs for me. I want to look at you.”

  I hesitated. He couldn’t be serious.

  “Do it. Now,” he muttered against my ear.

  No one had ever told me what to do in the bedroom. The way he seemed to take charge during sex only made me hotter. I felt my juices seep from my wet pussy, wondering if he noticed too.

  I sat on the couch, spreading my legs for him. He sat on a chair across from me, just out of reach. He had removed his t-shirt but kept his jeans on. All I could think about were his sexy tattoos and strong arms. Then I noticed - his nipples were pierced! All I could think about was running my tongue over them.

  “Touch yourself. Show me what you like. Show me how you get yourself off.”

  I hesitated for a second. I had never done anything like this in my life. I was about to protest when I noticed the look in his eyes. He was looking at me like I was a drug he was ready to devour. All I could think about was pleasing him and turning him on even more. Closing my eyes, I moaned as I moved my hands between my thighs. My thighs already were slick with my juices.

  I moved my finger over my swollen clit. I sighed as I teased the swollen nub, watching him swallow hard as he watched. I started moving my finger faster. “Yes, do it, baby. God that’s so sexy.”

  “Slide a finger inside.”

  Dipping a finger inside my wet heat, I heard him groan. When I opened my eyes, he was rubbing the bulge in his jeans. And he was doing that because of me, because I turned him on. I slid another finger inside then pulled them out to swirl them over my clit. I heard him mutter, “Fuck yeah,” under his breath and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shattered under my release.

  I was so turned on I no longer felt self-conscious about him watching me. I continued to finger myself, my orgasm building. “I’m going to come,” I panted, reaching for him.

  He held my hand. “Don’t fucking stop. Come for me, sexy. Come all over your hand.” My head fell back on the couch and my body tensed as my orgasm washed over me. I whimpered as wave after wave washed over me, clutching his hand, digging my nails into him.

  Before I knew what was happening, Brett had picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Damn it, baby, that was hot. Now it’s my turn to make you come.” He
took me to his bedroom for some of the most amazing, mind-blowing sex I had ever had. He went down on me, licking and fucking my pussy with his tongue until I came again, covering his face.

  When he entered me with his thick cock, I felt like I was going to be split in two. When my body finally adjusted to him, he fucked me like no man had ever fucked me before. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. He fucked me from behind, stroking my clit until I exploded all over his cock, whispering dirty things in my ear and pulling my hair. We tried three more positions before finally passing out in each other’s arms, totally sated.

  6

  Our sex life exploded after that night. After making me come for third time one night while going down on me, I told him he was going to be the death of me. He just grinned and said that maybe he would be my liberation.

  That he was.

  He was right about me being a kinky girl deep down.

  I loved that Brett loved to watch me. Nothing made me feel sexier. His favorite thing to do was put me in a sexy, black garter belt and stockings and have me get myself off while he watched. Sometimes it happened in the bedroom, sometimes in the living room. Once in a while he would even stop me while I was cooking and have me finger myself until I came.

  One night, he took me out to a fancy dinner and dancing. We had a little too much wine and couldn’t keep our hands off each other on the cab ride home. He slid his hands under my skirt and got me off right there in the back seat with the driver stealing glances while trying to keep his eyes on the road. It was the hottest night of my life.

  Later, while Brett was fucking me from behind and pulling my hair, he whispered in my ear how hot that made him to make me come while the cab driver watched. As he thrust in and out of me, fingering my swollen clit, he started talking about how hot it would have been to watch me fuck the cab driver. His words made me so hot, I screamed Brett’s name as I came.

  At first, I thought that this was just dirty talk during sex. Brett was pretty vocal when we fucked (which I loved as the men I had been with were quieter than a church mouse), but he seemed to bring it up more and more. I started to think he really wanted to watch me with another guy.