He Talks Her Through It

Lisa was startled to see the eyes of the ski instructor upon her through the hole. Her hand froze and her eyes fixed on his. Inside she yearned to continue, but fear took over.

From his eyes, she could see him smile. Looking into them, she could also tell he was still slowly stroking his own organ, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her self-pleasure.

"Please," she heard a whisper though the wall, "don't stop."

Lisa blushed bright red, a girlish embarrassment taking over her. But at the same time, her arousal increased, drenching her hand and panties in her thick juices. Smiling shyly, she replaced the fingers on her clit, and began circling slowly and lightly. She closed her eyes and her lips parted in passion.

"Yesss," he whispered, "that's so hot, rub your clit for me."

She did, but felt slightly dirty as her pace quickened. Her excitement rose to a peak after only a few seconds, which she tapered off just short of orgasm. Knowing he was watching her, she slipped two of her fingers into her soaked pussy, then pull them out and put them to her lips.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she looked deeply into the eyes of the man through the wall. She could see by his movements and his eyes that his own pace had quickened as well.

She was beginning to like the feeling of being watched, of being...dirty. She dipped her fingers back into her pussy and put them through the hole in the wall. A warm mouth engulfed then, sucking hard. His tongue wrapped around each finger one at a time, pulling every drop of her sweet nectar into his mouth. He began moaning, as he seductively licked and sucked her fingers. She pulled them back through and applied her fingers, wet with his saliva, back to her clit. It felt ten times as good as it had before.

"Your pussy tastes so good," he whispered, "rub your dirty little clit like I want to lick it, make yourself cum the way I will with my tongue."

Heat rose in Lisa's chest and she felt herself begin to sweat, even though the temperature in the warming booth was less than ambient. She knew his words were having an effect on her. She moaned as she felt the depth of pleasure slowly rise within her.

"You like that, don't you? You're a naughty little girl, putting on such a little show, such a dirty, naughty show."

She moaned again, rubbing herself faster now, and pushing harder on her throbbing clit. She was excited, embarrassed, and thrilled all at the same time. She knew her control wouldn't last much longer.

"Yesss," he whispered, his voice making it apparent he was stroking himself hard and fast, "cum for me, baby. I can taste you already, your sweet girl cum. It makes my cock slip into you so easily...can you feel me inside you?"

She imagined it, and she could. The thick cock she'd seen in his hand moments ago filled her. Her back arched and she gasped loudly.

"Ohhhhgod yesss!" His voice was rising beyond a whisper, but it was apparent to neither of them. "I'm so close, cum with me, cum with me...ohhhhhh...."

Lisa began panting loudly. Her fingers moved over her clit in regular rhythmic motions, not fast, but hard and deliberate. Her mouth hung open in silent nirvana, her eyes hungered for him through the hole in the wall. She was on the edge, and she only needed one more thing to push her over. She watched for it in his own eyes, and then it came.

The ski instructor's eyes closed and he moaned loudly. He was cumming. Lisa heard him and picture his cock, thick white cream erupting from the tip. She could taste his cock, his skin, his cum, and feel it on her own skin and lips. Her orgasm overtook her in waves, each of which caused her to call out loudly and lunge forward. Unaware of her voice or the position of her body, Lisa's whole existence was concentrated on the passion coursing though her entire body, emanating from her clit and shaking every inch of her.

She could have rubbed herself forever, but realized after several moments that she could no longer her him, and how loud she was being herself. She blushed again, and quickly looked through the hole to her companion. He was leaning back on the floor, his ski pants around his ankles and his cock bobbing lewdly toward the floor as it softened.

He leaned forward and put his hand toward the hole. As it came closer, Lisa realized what he was about to do. As two of his fingers emerged, she closed her eyes and took them into her wet, warm mouth, savoring the taste of his cum, sucking his fingers the way he'd sucked hers. When she was satisfied they were clean, she withdrew.

"See you on the slopes," she heard him whisper. "Only a few minutes before class starts!"