Let her finish

I considered letting her know i was enjoying the show, but somehow, through the haze of lust, my rational brain brought up a good point. If she left so embarrassed from realizing i liked being jerked off, imagine what she'd do if she knew i was watching her finger herself. To me, of all things. She'd never look me in the eyes again. I closed my eyes just enough to look asleep but not too much to not see her little show.

And what a show it turned out to be! It was so good to her, she had to sit down, which was great because she also pulled her pants around her knees, giving me a good look at her pussy. Pink, dripping wet and obviously tight. She shaved her bush into something like a slit-mohawk: one thin strip of hair, the width of the slit itself. My God...At this point, she gave up just playing with herself and pushed a finger inside. It's a good thing i was already hard, or i would've given myself away right then. Shana moaned into the hand she put on her mouth to stifle her pleasured sounds while the other plunged a second finger into her slot. Very soon, she couldn't take it and resorted to biting her lip so she could lift her shirt and fondle her tits. She pulled a cup down and pinched the nipple. Not hard, she wasn't ready for that yet, but it was a pinch, without mistake. I damn near came myself when she called my name quietly so she could fuck a fantasy-me without real me waking up.

"Yes...do me...." she whispered. "Ooo, baby, do me good!"

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and threw her head back, moaning loud and long as she reached orgasm. She leaked her juices all down herself and on the chair. For a minute she could only sit there, panting and squeezing a breast. Her voice quivered as she groaned 'yes', 'oh, God..' and 'mmm, my first orgasm...i love it!'