Chapter 25: The Experience

My elbows can barely hold me up anymore from how much they’re shaking, how much my pussy is tingling from his words and the command in them. It awakens some unexplainable feelings in me. When he says is final and that's it, no going back. It is what I wanted, what I've always wanted. For him to look at me as a woman and want me. Now it's finally happening.

I could have say no but I couldn't because I’m helpless in front of his dominance and commands, so while I remain on one elbow, I reach the other hand to the zipper of my skirt and pull it down as I tremble uncontrollably. It was as thought I was under some kind of spell because I did what he wants. I know I'm not bewitched but I'm intoxicated in his lust. I forever want hime. I continue to unzip my skirt until it's done then I fumble to kick it down my long slim and straight legs that are so hot and sensitive that I can feel the sheet scraping against them. The cool weather in the cabin hits my skin and I coil, retreating. All this while Josh kept mute but continue to stare at me as I drop my skirt to the floor.

I let my thighs fall open on its own Accord, spreading both of my legs wider only to expose my creamed vanilla-colored panties. They’re lace and see-through that's exposing the pinkness of my core. It's one of those panties I got to impress Pete my stupid jerk of ex boyfriend back in school. but the thing is we never get past kissing not to mention getting to the stage of lifting my skirt and revealing the see through panties I got for his cause. I'm glad I'm making use of it adequately now, being in the presence of a man who would appreciate the efforts I give to get him. The panties is so erotic and soaked that another wave of heat covers my body when I realize he can also see it too. He can see the arousal and the stickiness and what's his mere presence is doing to me. I bet he could smell it too from where he is seating because I heard him inhale deeply.

I've never felt this way before infact this is different from anything I’ve experienced before in my entire life, not that I've had experiences but I'm not a saint, I've watch porn and use my vibrator to get myself off most of the times. But this is real and I'm getting this reaction. It's like adding petrol to fire and I know it's because he’s looking at me.

He’s looking at my wet panties and my shaking legs and my fingers that are sneaking beneath the lace. But he’s not only looking what he's doing is more than looking His nostrils are flaring, too, and the veins in his hand that’s at his side appear to be more defined and masculine. The thought of that same hand on my body, touching me, nearly drives me to the edge I swear I could cum right on that spot.

Without forcing them, my nipples already became harden on their own Accord and pushing against my bra and shirt, making them ache, but not as much as where my fingers are heading. Down my vagina and in between my pussy That’s where it hurts the most, because his eyes are there So I sink my fingers between my folds, using him as an anchor. He's watching, not breaking contact with my pussy, waiting patiently watching and taking in every scene.

And it feels entirely different with him watching while I dip my hand in my pussy, playing with my clit, pulling it's walls and pushing it in between it feels like I’m building up an explosion, not and but my hand is too soft and it’s not enough it can never be enough compared to the hands I crave and not even when I twist my clit to make better connection and roll and raise my hips to meet the truth and rhythm of my finger.

for minutes I was there trying every possible technique of get off, my mind trail to what he would do if he's the one having one of his finger in my wet pussy while the other rubs circles on my clit but none of it worked, instead, it's making me get more turned on. I think it’s because he’s there and he’s watching with his jaw set in a line, paying rapts attention to ever movement of my hand.

Although I want him to watch me, hell, I want him to do more than just sit there and watch me, I want him to see me, so what’s wrong? Nothing right? But the problem remains that I can’t reach that peak, no matter how much I try, no matter what style or technique I use and it’s not due to my lack of arousal, because I’m so soaked that there are probably wet spots on the sheet. I've never been this wet before, I can feel the liquid in my pussy and my middle finger in my pussy is coated with my juice, so what can be wrong?

As if sensing my discomfort or perhaps reading my thoughts, josh asked. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Having trouble getting off?”

My fingers pause at that statement Baby girl? Well if it was in a different setting I'll been angry he called me baby girl. I'm far from that now obviously but right now I think I became wetter, too, but that might be because he has gotten off the bed to seat on the sofa directly in front of me off me and is

stalking toward me.

Although I want him to watch me, hell, I want him to do more than just sit there and watch me, I want him to see me, so what’s wrong? Nothing right? But the problem remains that I can’t reach that peak, no matter how much I try, no matter what style or technique I use and it’s not due to my lack of arousal, because I’m so soaked that there are probably wet spots on the sheet. I've never been this wet before, I can feel the liquid in my pussy and my middle finger in my pussy is coated with my juice, so what can be wrong?

As if sensing my discomfort or perhaps reading my thoughts, Josh asked. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Having trouble getting off?”

My fingers pause at that statement Baby girl? Well if it was in a different setting I'd be angry he called me baby girl. I'm far from that now obviously but right now I think I became wetter, too, but that might be because he has gotten off the bed to sit on the sofa directly in front of me and is stalking toward me.

And it’s downright stalking, with his shoulders squared and his steps slow and measured.And I can’t help feeling the sensation that I’m the prey who caught the attention of the big, bad wolf, but unlike in the fairy tale, I won’t be able to escape. Damn how beautiful he is. And it’s not only about his face that seems to be cut from solid marble or his physique that could crush me as effortlessly as he carried me. It’s about everything else. It’s about the masculinity that oozes from each of his movements. It’s about that delicious authoritativeness that I can’t get enough of.

I spread my legs open as he dropped his eyes to stare at me. I knew that he could see all of me and I told myself not to be scared since this is what I

wanted. I pressed my lips together and moved my hand down the familiar path of my stomach, feeling my pussy wet and ready for him. I let out a

breath as I began to stroke myself slowly, locking my eyes on his face as he ran a hand through his hair. I played with my clit for a long time, his eyes watching every move as he brushed his hand against his groin. I thoughtback to all the times that I wished he was watching me, feeling the slickness of my thighs as I slipped a finger inside of myself.

“Fuck, Annie. This is all I’ve thought about since that day in your bedroom after your birthday party, it was a torture trying to fake being responsible.,”

Josh groaned as he slipped a hand under the material of his shorts… hmm I like that he is enjoying this too. Which is making sense, at least I'm not the only one enjoying the moment. His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back in ecstasy.