Looking up at her – Amanda’s stomach rising and falling, her nipples rock hard, her bright blues eyes peering intensely on me. She whispered “God, you’re loving this aren’t you?” I got up and kissed my way up her chest and kissed her deeply. Vanishing into the bathroom and back, I came equipped with a hand held mirror. I told her to use it to watch me eat her. She loved it. I would spread her wide open and casually flick her exposed clit with my finger, sliding another finger in and out of her. She would whimper, “that’s so hot” and “I can’t believe that’s ME.” It wasn’t long before I was bringing her to an orgasm, Amanda screaming so loud that I was worried that we would piss off the people next door.
Scooting up beside Amanda, she sat up and we clawed the rest of each other’s clothes off. She took my cock in her hand, stroking it up and down. Both of us kneeling, facing each other, kissing deeply, her stroking me, my hands and fingers trailing over her nipples. I asked her why she was so amazed by seeing herself, hasn’t she ever really looked at herself? She hadn’t and her husband didn’t encourage it (he thought she was fat). I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. In my room I have a full-length mirror on wheels. I wheeled it to the edge of the bed and told her to masturbate and watch herself.
At first she was very shy and wouldn’t. After many compliments and my pleading she started. Slowly rubbing herself with one hand, me next to her, her other hand still stroking my swollen cock, her eyes locked on the woman in the mirror with legs spread wide. Soon she was using both hands on herself, eyes alternating between closed and trying to watch, another orgasm washing over her. She composed herself and pulled me on top of her, wiggling her hips around, trying to find my cock. We met and I slid easily into her wet pussy. Kissing deeply, fucking her slowly, she whispered to me that no man had ever watched her play with herself.
Amanda climbed on top of me, riding me, her massive breasts swaying back and forth. I would catch one in both hands, squeezing it, nibbling her nipple, borderline biting. Amanda sat straight up, placing her hands behind her, leaning back. Moving her hips back and forth and slightly raising up and down, creating a wonderful friction on my cock. I reached and played with her clit.
The sight of her pussy sliding up and down on me, her entire body exposed, the feeling her pussy was bringing over me was too much and soon I moaned that I was going to cum. This made her move harder, faster…
Interesting couple of weeks that followed. She would show up at my house at odd times, sometimes in the morning while I was in the shower, other times at 2am and climb into bed. I still see her from time to time out and about and she always shoots me a smile and a wink.