As you stand and continue watching her, she is stirred from her own administrations by another beep on her phone. She takes her free hand and picks it up, reads the latest message and then replaces it by her side.
She looks back at you grinning, “If you want more, first he says you have to give me a little show”
“Pardon?” you asked, confused as to what she wants. Afterall, you are standing there, your jeans undone, your cock standing to attention in her full view, surely she has had a show already.
“It’s simple, you have had a great view of me playing with myself, it’s time for you to show a little willing and let me watch you for a while.” She lies back, grinning, her hands slowly caressing her body unconsciously, no doubt because of her current state of arousal. You stand still for a moment, but realising that you have little other choice besides leaving her alone, you quickly step out of your jeans and boxers.
Standing on your side of the short fence, you wrap your hand once more around your throbbing cock and let out a soft sigh of pleasure. You fix your eyes on Lucy’s face, looking for signs of encouragement, and as if in response, she lets her tongue slide from between her lips, and make a slow journey around her lips. This is all you need, and without any more delay, you begin to slowly wank your hard cock, your fingers gently circled around it, sliding from base to head, feeling the skin slide back and forth under your grip.
As you get more into your display, you let your free hand slide down, and for a moment, let both hands wrap around your shaft, and as you move them back and forth, your cock slides inside the hand-made tunnel, the head poking out as your hands pull back to the base.
You slide one hand off and return to a single-handed stroke, and the recently removed hand runs underneath your cock, cupping your hanging balls, massaging them in time with your stroking of your cock.
As Lucy watches in delight, her own hands return to their exploration of her own body, travelling over her breasts as they rise and fall on her chest with her deep breaths, her thumbs circle the clearly erect nipples inside the all-too skimpy top. Then they resume their journey, over her flat stomach, and as one runs past her g-string to caress her parted thighs, the second hand slips beneath the small piece of clothing, and you watch as you see the shape of her finger bury inside her pussy.
All this is driving you wild, and without even realising, your own hands have become more frantic in their movements on your cock and balls, and you feel the familiar sensation as you approach that point of no-return.
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