This is how kind of how I wrote four years ago – short scenes with no context. I was looking through a file with work from back then, and chances are, if it hasn’t already seen the light of day, it won’t now. I was quite taken with this though, so I edited it, and put it here, for posterity. The original version was 200 words shorter (it’s still only 750 words!) and used a kind of pseudo-second person POV (“she/her” was “you/your”) that I quickly stopped using in my writing. Enjoy.
She was on the bed, naked, with her legs splayed apart. Her fingers were poised at the apex of her pussy, her fingertip circling delicately, barely touching her body. It was enough to send a tingle of pleasure through her though, I could tell. I was standing at the end of the bed, watching. I was as naked as she was, with my hand wrapped around my erect cock. There was a moment where she looked at me, making sure she had my full attention. Then she slid her fingers into the wetness of her pussy to drag a smear of moisture upwards, onto her clit.
I watched every move, switching my gaze from her fingers to her eyes and back again. She let out a sigh, soft and barely audible, when her lubricated finger grazed her clitoris. Then with a smile, she took the finger away and licked it, tasting her own arousal. She looked at me as she did this. She knew I loved the taste of her pussy. She knew she was making me jealous. Then her fingers went back to her clit and she began to rub, stimulating the tiny fold until I could see her body tensing.
As she pleasured herself I stroked my cock—slowly—matching my pace to the pace of her fingering. There was a rule. I wasn’t to go any faster than the pace she set, so she made her movements slow, then, occasionally, she sped up her rubbing, before slowing again when she judged I was taking myself too far. We were both aroused, by our masturbation but more so by the act of watching each other like this.
I could see her fingering and rubbing was making her wetter, and that her pussy was pulsing as her excitement increased—it shone pinkly, glistening with a sheen of her wetness. She wanted more. She wanted to be fucked, but she knew the game, and gave me the look which told me she wanted to move to the next stage. I took my hand away from my cock, lubricated the dildo then handed it to her. She gripped the base and took it into her body in one movement, until only the final inch was exposed.
She gasped, making me aware of the satisfaction the moment gave her. This was a crucial point in the game. What she wanted was me, to feel me inside her, but she had to wait, just as much as I did. In response, I increased the pace of my own masturbation, stroking my cock faster and harder. I’d moved closer. Now I was standing next to her, with my erection looming directly above her pussy, my body casting a shadow over hers.
She used the dildo to fuck herself while her fingers continued working frantically on her clit. She was moaning continuously now, her face red with effort and excitement. The sight of her like this was so hot, so incredibly arousing. I fought the urge to increase the pace of my hand sliding up and down my shaft. She was bucking her hips now, and I knew she was close to orgasm. I moved to the next stage of the game and handed her a smooth silver vibrator, which she placed directly onto her clitoris. This pushed her over the edge straight away, and she tensed, before crying out with the thrill of her orgasm. As she came, I pumped faster and faster on my cock and moved it until I was directly above her pussy, with only the presence of the vibrator preventing the head of my cock from touching her clitoris.
As her orgasm reached its climax, I felt a rush of spunk surging up my cock. When she saw my hips jerk, she pulled out the dildo from her pussy and let the vibrator fall to one side. The first blast of jizz sprayed over her pussy and onto her stomach. As the second jet made its way up my shaft I straddled her and slid my shaft into the dripping wetness of her pussy. My release mingled with her juices, deep inside her. I pulled her towards me and kissed her, moving against her, sending my erection sliding in and out, pumping the final spasms of my climax into her. When we had nothing left to give we collapsed against each other, our lips still locked together.
It was only the beginning. We both knew the night was young.