An Artist gets to Work

Viola couldn't move her eyes away from the show, it was too much and she didn't dare lose any second of it. With Lauren's back facing the window, Robin was getting an eyeful of what she had to offer him. It was sweet, seeing how they care for each other, but deep inside Viola felt a slight pinch of envy. Yes, she knew she wanted to be in Lauren's place, but watching was just as hot as joining.

Lauren slipped off from Robin's lap, opening up the line of sight between Viola and her neighbor. Well, she could see him at least, since it looked like he struggled to see her, craning his neck to do so. Could he see her, or was it just a creepy silhouette? She hoped it was the former, if he could see her his eyes would probably be glued to her tits with her nipples hard and sensitive from the cold air and the erotic scene before her.

For a moment she was absent, forgetting about Lauren and not wondering why she had left her lover laying there. She was retrieving something from her bag it seemed, condoms maybe? No, what she pulled out was a paintbrush, why? Viola raised a brow, she may be hot and horny but seeing a paintbrush brought into bed was... just weird to see. What did she have in mind?

Viola would learn a very important lesson that night as she sucked in her breath at what occurred next.

"Oh, what's the matter? Can't see your little fantasy?" She heard Lauren tease her boyfriend, confirming her thoughts on if her image was clear to him or not. Poor Robin, left to be teased in bed like that. Judging by how hard his cock stood proudly, he was more than ready to begin. But Lauren had other plans, spinning around the small brush in her hand.

Of course, a paintbrush is nothing without the artist's choice of oils. Lauren's was... homemade you can say, a very personal brand of her own. Realistically, and much to Viola's surprise, Lauren slipped her hand into her pants, keeping it there for a few seconds before pulling back a hand that glistened under the half moonlight. Whoa, that was hot. Viola scooted closer to the open window, wanting to see what happens next. Her own hand was now rubbing light circles at the base of her underwear.

"So... let's get you properly ready for her... I know you can't resist this..."

"Oh my god..." Viola felt flushed, observing this woman place her slick fingers around her lovers shaft. From across the window several feet away, Viola could swear she could smell the excitement of a woman as she began stroking Robin with her own juices. It was one form of lubrication I suppose, Viola thought, but god damn is it a kinky use of one. At some point, Viola's hand slipped underneath her panties as she imagined those fingers on her soaked entry belonged to Lauren's, to have her touch her the way she was touching him...

"Yes... oh, your little friend-" She hummed to herself, unable to catch everything Lauren was saying. But a few choice words managed to slip into her ears. "-wonder if she's seen... big before..."

Viola nearly choked when suddenly Lauren spun around to face her, catching her with her hand between her legs. That grin, Lauren was clearly the showman here, proud and in control of what she was doing to him, to me, to us both.

"Ever seen one this big before?" She asked, her eyes meeting Viola's. All she could do was blush and shake her head side to side, biting her lower lip. It was the truth, her past boyfriends were big to her virgin eyes, but Robin's was something else. They were all boys, and he's... oh god, he's a real man..f-fuck me...

Lauren had stepped back, holding the brush in hand and lowering it to her boyfriends body. Her eyes were still on Viola's, which only made her wetter. "Maybe... here...?" She asked, lowering the paint brush to Robin's leg. Viola nodded and was rewarded with soft little touches from the ends of her brush onto his skin. The way it slid against him, how he groaned in response, it made her rub her pussy even more.

Lauren grinned at Robin, her lips moving but with Viola too into her own world to have heard what she said. All she could see was her using his body as a canvas, stroking his thigh with the tip. By now her panties were soaked, sticking to her like wet Kleenex, and feeling her fingers push and rub her pussy lips harder brought a very audible moan out from her.

"Are you gonna cum for me already?" Lauren laughed, catching Viola off guard. Was she talking to me or to him? It was getting too much, she could feel her breath raising higher and higher. The gentle strokes, the soft looks, the sexy smile. Her mouth opened up wide with no sound coming out, and once Lauren looked over and locked eyes with her she was too far gone.

"Fuck..." She heard her say. The rest was a blur, as time drew to a halt around her and Viola panted and sighed, a hand cupping her tit with the other around her waistband. Fuck this, it's getting in the way by this point. Scooting her legs up, she gradually slid and kicked her underwear off and out onto the ground as she sat on the bed, completely naked for Lauren to see. Her pussy tingled in the afterglow, but still she felt ready for more.

The feeling must have been mutual as Lauren began to remove her pants as well, hooking her thumbs to the waist and pulling them down along with any underwear if she had any on. Placing a hand on her hip, she looked to the window and smiled.

"I can go further if you want." Lauren asked, the question aimed at her. Viola grinned.

If Lauren wanted to play more, then she was definitely game.