Looking at Lily

Lily had never done anything like this. Nothing even close.

He was so much older than her. Her head swum with excitement. There was something so calm, and confident about him, and that turned her on. It wasn't his looks, she wouldn't look at his photo and swipe for more. "God, he was old enough to be......" Lily cut herself off from any more of THOSE thoughts.

She was in for wherever the afternoon was going to take her, whatever it might bring.

As arranged, they'd met in the carpark of the off-leash dog park. Furry blurs of all shapes & sizes tore around the park as she hopped out of her car & into his. He was dressed in jeans, t-shirt, very casual. Could be any of the dog walkers out there through the windscreen.

Nervous greetings, the kind when you see each other again after only ever meeting once before, late at night, both partly intoxicated in a noisy bar full of partying "end-of-weekers."

It was there he'd finally asked. Last night, drunk, feeling daring and exploring some vague fantasy she'd had wandering around in her imagination for a while. So, Lily was, well, open to the idea of fucking him. But what he asked of her was not what she was expecting.

"I want to watch you. I want to feast my eyes and my brain on every inch of you. I want to tell you what to do, how to pose, where to be, how you undress. I don't want to fuck. I will masturbate over the sight of you. Please tell me you'll do this for me?" His eyes were wild, and wide. Lily could tell he was finally unleashing something he'd been burning to ask someone for a long time. She was sort of hot for him, and the thought of doing something so sexual in the private company of him really lit a fire in her.

So there they were, driving from the dog park to his house. She hadn't asked about his "status," she sort of assumed he was married. She didn't care. In fact, that just made it feel even dirtier, and hotter. So when they walked in the house she noted the signs of female life in the place, definitely not the way a single man would live, and a with quick glance in the open bedroom door as he led her down the hallway she confirmed it for herself, women's clothes.

But he was definitely on his own. He lead her into the bright living area at the back of the house, kitchen off to one side, a dining area with a long table and lots of chairs, and the large lounge space surrounded by windows on 2 walls, a big TV screen mounted on the pillar and a large mirror on the wall that adjoined the next room, the connecting door closed.

Small talk, him shifting a bit nervously, Lily secretly delighted she felt calm, almost in control of the situation, even though he was older, his place, and only half an hour ago seemed so in control. Something else appealing to her devilish enjoyment of something so much wilder than her friends could ever imagine Lily doing.

She accepted his offer of a drink, a cold baby champagne bottle hitting the spot. She listened patiently to his nervous chatter for a few minutes. His beer, her champagne loosening their inhibitions, the talk gradually turned to the reason she was there with him.

"Fuck you're beautiful" he blurted. Lily's stomach suddenly felt light for a second. "When I saw you last night I thought you were hot, but here, now....wow you're beautiful." Lily smiled. She could see her reflection in the big mirror, her long legs stretching out in her black yoga pants, the zip of her loose pink hoody down enough that a fair glimpse of cleavage was visible, and his eyes regularly dropped to gaze longingly at her gorgeous firm breasts.

He gazed at her for what felt like minutes. His obvious desire for her, his hunger, was turning her on.

He looked directly into her eyes. "Stand up, please." he almost whispered.

Lily stood. He stayed laid back on the couch, looking up and down her body. "Fuck." he breathed.

Lily was quivering with excitement.

"I want.....I'm......." He was struggling to find the right words.

Lily smiled. Back in control.

She leaned forward and whispered into his ear "Tell me."

His breath quickened. Then he whispered back. "I want you to turn around. Look out the window."

She turned her back to him. Seconds passed, then she heard him quietly moan. "You've got the most incredible arse. Oh fuck, that's oh, that's just magnificent."

Lily leant slightly forward so that her tight, fitting yoga pants really accentuated her tight butt cheeks. He grunted his approval.

"Turn around again." Lily turned to face him. Her hands on her hips. Smiling. Loving it. "What's under your top?" His hand on his groin.

"Not much" she said, seductively.

"Hmmm. Could I see?"

She slowly unzipped the hoody, and then put her hands back on her hips so that the unzipped top parted to show her smooth stomach and pink push up bra holding her firm, round breasts.

He drew breath slowly. "Fuck!"

He undid his jeans. His boner sprang up under his briefs, the lump of him seperating the V shape his unzipped fly left open. She could see the shape of him through his black briefs.

"Top off, please." She dropped the hoody off her shoulders slowly and let it slip. She felt wet. Standing there in this warm, sunbathed room, him lying back on the couch staring at her, her reflection in the mirror, the green backyard through the big windows forming the background to her near topless shape.

"Turn again." She did as instructed and heard shuffling noises behind her, his weaker reflection in the glass moving around on the couch behind her. "Oh my God, that arse!" he said, voice low and smokey.

"Can I see your tits now, please?" Lily dropped her bra & turned back to face him. He gasped, and she discovered he'd removed his clothes, his boner standing straight up, pointing up his stomach like a lighthouse, head glistening. He began to fondle his balls as she leant forward to give him a good look at her beautiful tits.

"Pinch up your nipples" he whispered. She tweaked and teased, and soon her nipples were as firm as his dick.

"Take your pants off." Firmly.

She flipped off her runners and hooked her thumbs into the waist band of the yoga pants. She felt like the most desired stripper in the world. It was delicious. She slipped the tight black lycra down her long legs, and stepped out of them. She stood straight again, tight black g string and white anklet socks the only things she was still wearing while this hot, older naked man ogled her and stroked his hard cock.

He grunted again. "Fuck!"

A few seconds passed. Then, "Walk over to the kitchen & back. I want to watch you move." She padded in her socks over to the island bench, paused, then slunk back, watching him wank, smiling into his lustful eyes. "Holy fuck....mmmm" he groaned.

"Panties off, please." Lily realised she was actually relieved. She was as horny as him. The g string hit the floor. He stared at her trimmed landing strip, the smooth skin of her thighs, and the delicate gap between them. "Can I see?" He almost pleaded. "Sure" Lily whispered, voice husky.

"Sit on there" he pointed to the square, white leather bound ottoman in the middle of the room. Lily sat, and slowly spread her legs then leant back on one arm, allowing him to look straight at her pussy, waxed and pink and glistening in the light. He grunted. "Fuck!" His hand moving faster as he stroked his hard dick. "Fuck!"

"Turn around and bend over." Through his gritted teeth now.

Lily smiled. She stood, turned, and slowly bent at the waist until her hands rested on the leather of the footstool. She gradually shifted her feet apart. He had the full view. Like the pages of Playboy or Penthouse. She loved this, getting him off just by letting him look at her. She looked back at him over her shoulder, and that seemed to nearly blow his mind, and his load.

His head rolled back as he steadily worked his now slippery cock, his pre-cum providing awesome natural lube for his palm as his fingers wrapped around his shaft and he stroked from base to head. Lily wanted in on the action. She slipped a hand between her legs and swirled her fingers up her inner thighs, building her own excitement. Her skin tingled and the fine hair on her arms stood with static electricity as she began to breathe heavily herself. She stroked the outside of her vulva lips with fingertips. He moaned in delight.

Lily stood and turned. He was almost delirious with excitement. He motioned to the chair right next to where he lay on the couch. She sat in it, and raised her legs up over the plush armrests. Cunt fully exposed to him, she plucked her nipples again for a while, then slipped her middle finger into her mouth. She traced the slicked finger back to her tits and circled her nipples. She moaned softly as she watched him stroking himself, his cock bulging in his strong hand. Then Lily sucked on the fingers of her other hand, first the index, then the middle. She licked them as she stared at his eyes. Fingers wet and sparkly in the light, she held his stare as she began to masturbate, her mouth emitting involuntary groans as she worked her vulva and parted her lips and pushed her long, elegant fingers into her hole.

His eyes locked on her cunt now. Her fingers alternately delving, then sliding between her lips, his hand a blur on his pulsing cock, swirling the palm over the tip of his head, sweeping more pre-cum over the shining shaft as he pumped.

Lily's fingers pulled back her lips, and tugged up, revealing more to him and exposing her clit to her fingertips. She fluttered her fingers and knew she was close to cumming.

Then his back arched up off the couch. His hand stroked once more and his balls contracted as he exploded, squirting stripe after stripe of clearish, white cum up his stomach and chest. His third spurt hit him under the chin. He groaned and grunted "Fuck! Fuck!" over and over as he released everything in long bursts of squirting liquid.

Lily could hold on no longer. The sight of him ejaculating like that, the pure abandonment of his orgasm pushed her over the edge, and her legs slammed together, trapping her hand tight against her cunt as she convulsed in rapturous orgasm, breasts heaving, body twisting and bouncing up off the chair for what seemed like forever.

After a while, Lily started to regain some composure. He was still lying there, his hand holding his cock, cum glistening on his chest, which was still heaving as he caught his breath. Lily couldn't quite believe any of this was real. Did she just do that? Is this all a dream?

Later, as he dropped her off to her car back at the dog park, Lily plucked up the courage. "So," she asked, "are you married, divorced,....what's the go?"

He smiled a bit sheepishly. "Married."

"Oh. Not that it matters. I'm sure she's nice." Lily didn't know what else to say.

He turned to look at her. "Yeah, she's nice. She thinks you're great."

Wait. What? Lily head spun. "Wha....do you mean 'she thinks?' We were alone..."

He grinned. "You remember the mirror on the wall?" Lily nodded. "It's a one way. She was on the other side" Lily was stunned. She was watching? The whole thing?

"I've gotta go home and fuck her now," he said. "She'll be waiting."

As Lily drove home, head reeling with what he'd just told her, she imagined him fucking his wife. She never even locked the front door as she raced into her bedroom and fucked herself to another monumental orgasm with her favourite toy, the image of him, and the mirror, and what was going on behind it, in secret, driving her flailing hands as she came over and over again.