Watching Part 1

She was just standing there admiring the exhibit's most popular painting when I noticed her. Trailing my eyes up from the floor, I notice she's wearing strappy stiletto sandals. I move my gaze up her long lean legs to a short pink jean skirt topped by a white tank top. Her blond hair rests gently on her shoulders. Her arms are crossed in front of her as she inquisitively studies the painting. She has a beautiful face which is covered in a thoughtful expression. I glance at you and notice that you've seen her too. I watch your eyes wander over her and I smile. You must have felt me looking at you and you turn to smile back at me. I know we're both thinking the same thing.
I walk over to where she's standing and settle next to her. She glances over and smiles, then looks back at the painting again. I take a quick glance back at you before I say to her, "I really enjoy this painting, you?" "Yes," she says back. "I just love the artist's use of color and line," I say. She looks at me directly now and replies, "You know, I was just thinking that." I laugh and respond, "Well, great minds do think alike." She laughs at this. Hooked. We banter back and forth a bit more before I suggest she join me for a drink. She thinks for a minute and agrees, "Sure, I have no plans for the evening." Perfect. I make eye contact with you and you know what to do.
The bar is crowded and we are forced to sit close to each other. My bare leg brushes against hers and she makes no effort to move it away. Intrigued, I move a bit closer. She raises her eyes to meet mine, there's no hestitation there. We sip our drinks and chat some more. Her hand drops down and brushes over my leg. I can feel myself getting turned on. She's so beautiful and is making it clear she's attracted to me as well. I look to the end of the bar and see you watching us. I smile slyly and nod. It's going to be a good night. I let my hand fall down to her knee and lean forward to whisper in her ear, "What do you say we get out of here?" Then I gently kiss her neck. She sucks in her breath and puts her hand on mine. "Let's go," she throatily whispers. I pay the tab, take her hand and lead her from the bar. I notice that you have already gone.
We step from the cab and walk up to my door. She is close behind me. I can feel her breath on my neck. The key slides in easily and we enter. The apartment is dark, but I can still make out her shape. I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. I let her walk in first and glance back. I see you around the corner. Good. I leave the door slightly ajar and walk to her. I know that you'll be watching everything from the hall. My hands reach up and cup her face. I lean in and gently kiss her, tasting her. She melts into me. My tongue traces the outline of her lips. She sighs. I probe her lips with my tongue and she opens for me. My tongue slides inside and caresses her. Her hands reach up to my waist and pull me closer. I let my hands drift through her hair and down her back. My hands waste no time and reach up under the back of her tank top. Her skin is so soft. She moans into my mouth. My hands unhook her bra. I effortlessly pull her tank top and bra over her head. I need to have her. I push her back to the bed and lie her down so that you can see her from the door. I take off my own shirt, exposing my breasts. Her hands instinctively reach up and gently stroke them. God, such soft hands. I kneel down and remove her sandals. Not being enough, I undo her skirt and slide it down over her hips. Her pink lace panties are the only thing left and I strip them off as well. I strip off my jeans and panties and straddle over her. I grind my cunt down on hers and kiss her mouth hungrily. Her hands fly up and around me. I press my breasts against hers, my hard nipples brushing over hers. My hands move to her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, fondling them. I roll her nipples in my fingers and she arches up into me. I can feel the heat from between our legs, her wet cunt against mine. "More," she moans.
I slightly shift my body off to one side, tucking my thigh between hers. I'm pressed tight against her side now. I take both of her hands in mine and pull them above her head. My other hand reaches down to across her belly. I drift my fingers around and feel across her soft strip of hair. My fingers delve into her wetness and she moans louder. God, she's so wet. I stroke her with my fingers as she writhes under me. My mouth finds hers again and I kiss her greedily. I can just imagine your view from the hall. The thought makes me want her that much more. My fingers stroke in and out of her wetness, I can feel her cunt clenching around me. I move my palm up to her mound and press down, rubbing her clit. Her hips push against my hand. My mouth slips from her and I hungrily find her nipples. My tongue flicks over them and they harden more. She's moaning in a rhythm now, lost in her own pleasure. I increase the pressure of my hand on her cunt. She's so close now. I can feel her pussy starting to pulse around my fingers. I roll her nipple between my teeth and can feel the waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her breath is ragged and her body is starting to tense. She groans my name. I know this is what you wanted to see. This is what I wanted too. She feels so good to my touch. I need to have all of her. I need her to cum for me. I need to feel her cum for me. Then it hits her, hard. She cries out and cums all over my hand. Her body arches up and dances for me, her cunt pulsing around my fingers. I ride her out, my body pressed tight to hers. I continue to rub her and kiss her until she comes down. She takes a deep breath, sighs, and looks at me through sated eyes. I release her hands and she brings them up to my face. "Now what can I do for you?" she asks, smiling wickedly...