You might have noticed that I missed updating on Friday, the 14th. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, but I am sure that once I explain why, you will understand. Perhaps you will even share your own story of missed appointments.
 
Friday, my lover and I went out to celebrate our anniversary. It was a chilly night, with a few inches of snow, but I still wanted to look sexy, so I brought out my black velvet dress and velvet heels to match. The dress clings to my curves and is also very warm, which is a plus here in chilly New York. A few months back I had bought a new garter belt with some very sexy back seam stockings. I adore seamed stockings; there is something about them that make me feel like a goddess.
 
We went to a local restaurant that serves the very best Italian food, but you would never guess from the outside. Tucked away in one of the far corners of the city and hidden under a print shop, this little place has a small sign and one steel door. Once inside the Italian atmosphere is amazing. The Old World ambience fills your senses, from the sights to the sound of the owner/chef talking to his wife while he cooks; such a deep accent, but lovely in its fluidity. You know by the way his tongue caresses his words that at one time he could caress his woman with the same dexterity.
 
We were seated in a corner, just where we like. It gives us a chance to watch the other patrons and wonder what they will be doing when they leave. Tonight though, I wanted my lover to have his full attention focused on me. We ordered, and then sipped a lovely local red wine. A bit of small talk, innuendos, and debating on which movie we would see. After a time, our entrée arrived and we fell silent. I took a few bites, and then when he was not looking, I slid my spoon off the table and slightly under it towards his side. I asked him to retrieve it for me and when he ducked under to grab it, I spread my legs wide enough that he could see I had not worn any underwear.
 
A dirty little smirk let me know he had seen exactly what I wanted him to see. The rest of the meal, he shot me suggestive glance, while I pretended nothing was out of the ordinary and talked about normal, mundane things. I brought up this blog and how I would love to write about what it would be like to masturbate in an extraordinary way while someone watched me. It wasn’t enough to just lie in bed, hell, that’s normal, run of the mill fingering off. He seemed fascinated and more than willing to help in my research.
 
When we left the restaurant, the air was chilly and he commented on how my nipples stood up under the velvet. I pinched one, then grinned when I got into the car and let my dress slide up my leg as I sat. We pulled out of the parking lot, heading out to the theater. I could feel my pussy getting moist as I thought about sitting in the dark, watching the movie and getting off while he watched my feature.
 
It was turning me on so much that I reached down and rubbed my nipples through the soft fabric. I don’t think you have felt sensual until you have felt the hard points of aroused nipples under velvet. My clit tingled and begged to be touched. It was still cold though and I had my doubts about exposing myself to such a chill. The heat was rushing through the vents and that is when the idea hit.
 
I adjusted the vent, then spread my legs and put one heel up on the dashboard. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but the feeling of being opened so wide, my lips pulled apart, the hot air blowing onto my tingling clit, and knowing he could see as much as possible spurred me on. I have always enjoyed a little pain with my pleasure, so getting used to the stretch was easy.
I didn’t want to wait or draw this one out. My head laid back, pushed against the side of the window and seat, I started to flick my clit. It wasn’t enough, so I reached down with my other hand and pulled back the hood of it to expose all of my clit to be massaged. I was so wet and ready; it wouldn’t take long to be cumming hard. I dipped my finger into my soaking wet hole, then slid it back up to my clit, up and down, side to side, the in circles. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, but reached over with the other to squeeze my nipple on my left breast, hard, then soft, then hard again, knowing I was about to go over the edge. I was moaning and telling him how I wished I had something big, thick, and hard to ram up into my pussy. Something that I could just hold and fuck myself with until I was out of my mind with pleasure.
 
I was about to cum and I let go of my clit hood to push three fingers as deep into me as I could. My pussy clenched and I came, straining to keep my heel on the dashboard so the hot air would keep blasting onto my convulsing clit. I could barely breathe, but I couldn’t stop rubbing my clit. It felt so fucking amazing, losing control while someone was watching, and for once, it was out in the open where anyone who drove by could get a glimpse of me.
 
When I came back to earth, we were sitting in the theater parking lot. I had been so intent on my orgasm that I hadn’t noticed we had arrived. I got my breath, straightened my clothing and got out of the car. He looked a little confused, like maybe we were going to skip the movie. No, I wasn’t going to just go home, my lover needed to learn some patience.
 
And by the way, ‘I Am Legend’ was a great movie!

When he walked into the bedroom, his eyes widened. I had heard him coming up the stairs and stood smiling at him in my fishnet stockings and stiletto boots. Thigh high and black, the light glinted seductively, drawing his eyes to what he wanted most.

I sat on the edge of the bed. He advanced toward me, but I stopped him as he drew close and pushed him away. I could see the confusion flash in his eyes, then I laid back and spread my legs wide. The confusion was replaced with and intent look of concentration. He could not draw his eyes away from my pussy, open and inviting as it was.

This was what I had been waiting for. Slowly my fingertips traced their way down my chest. I teased my nipples, concentric rings around them, halting for a moment to squeeze. Soon they stood at attention, hard and tight, ready to be sucked. That would have to wait, I had other things to do right now.

I began brushing my fingers down, then back up my body. Almost, but not quite reaching my newly shaved mound. The air in the room was slightly cool, an oh so sexy sensation against my moist, hot slit. When I finally began sliding my finger through my spread open pussy, they were as cool as the room. I shuddered, nearly forgetting the show I was to put on.

I started flicking my clit alternating with dipping my finger into my already wet hole. I needed my clit to be slick, wanted my hands to slide over my pussy like they had been covered with oil. I watched him as he sat watching me, his eyes still locked on what I was doing. It was easy to see how turned on he was, his cock was straining at his jeans. He looked up when I inhaled sharply, his face flushed and his eyes bright with lust.

I just smiled and rubbed my clit faster, then pushed two fingers deep into me from my other hand while I lifted my hips so he could get a better view. I was so horny, knowing he was watching had me more turned on than I had been when touching myself all alone. My hips moved faster, then I felt him grip my hands and bury his face in my wet pussy. He sucked on my clit until I was about to scream. He stooped short, pulled his head back then began to fuck my dripped wet hole with his tongue. The sensations were amazing.

Once more, he stopped, just for a moment and said “I want you to play with your pussy while I tongue fuck you.” It was so hot, looking down into his eyes while he pushed his tongue into me again and I rubbed my clit hard and fast. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me down when I started bucking and crying out. I came so fucking hard that I nearly fell to sleep right after I came, the whole world went on hiatus for a few minutes.

I hadn’t come fully back to the planet when he turned me over and pushed his rock hard cock into my still convulsing pussy. He bent over and whispered into my ear. “That was amazing, you should do it more often.”

Hell, I know I will. Masturbating in front of your lover, one awesome experience.

Welcome to CumOut.Org. I am Beth Vella, cum join me as I share my experiences and fantasies with you. We will take a journey into the self, learning to give ourselves what we really need: sexual release, love, and many ways to express that love. I hope by relating my own stories and views, you will come to share your own with me.

Finally, I started to come back to myself, my breathing returned to normal. The world slowly returned. I opened my eyes, then stood to straighten the edclothes before I left. He would be back tonight, if I so willed. He was never very far away. Only as far as my imagination.