The Long Way Around

Sophia's eyes fluttered closed, her eyelids sinking beneath the weight of her languid gaze. A slow, sultry smile spread across her face, her lips curling upwards in a gentle, inviting smile. "Yes, two hours sounds perfect," she whispered, her voice husky with lingering desire. The words seemed to hang in the air, suspended on the warm currents of their shared breathing.

"I am going to use the bathroom to clean up and change before I go home if that is ok?" she asked as bent over to pick up her bag. Tomas' view was incredible as her tiny yoga shorts were no longer containing her pussy fully. The seem of the soaked garment was now firmly wedged between her labia causing him to lick his lips before she straightened up and went inside.

As Sophia disappeared into the bathroom, Tomas's gaze lingered on the doorway, his mind replaying the image of her soaked yoga shorts clinging to her skin. He let out a slow breath, his chest still rising and falling with a mix of exertion and arousal. He knew he needed to compose himself before she returned, but his body seemed **** to cooperate. His cock, still semi-hard, throbbed with a lingering sense of desire, and he could feel a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

Tomas had installed a camera in the bathroom a couple of weeks ago and thought he would check to see how she was doing in there.Tomas's eyes flicked to the security feed on his phone, the bathroom camera's live stream flickering to life on the screen. Sophia's image appeared, her body sleek and wet as she stepped under the warm spray of the shower. Water cascaded down her skin, rivulets pooling in the small of her back before trickling down to the curve of her hips. Tomas's breath caught as he watched, his gaze drawn to the gentle sway of her breasts as she moved beneath the water.

The camera's angle was perfect, capturing every detail of Sophia's body, from the delicate sprinkle of freckles across her shoulders to the soft, flushed skin of her ass.Sophia's head was now thrown back and she was enjoying the way she was touching her own body. Sophia's head lolled back, the water danced across her face, sending rivulets streaming down her neck and chest. Her eyes drifted shut, and her lips parted, releasing a soft sigh that was audible even through the camera's speaker. Tomas's gaze was drawn to the gentle undulation of her throat, the soft pulse beating beneath the surface of her skin. His breath slowed, his chest rising and falling in time with Sophia's own shallow breathing.The camera's angle allowed Tomas to see the way Sophia's fingers danced across her skin, caressing her breasts and belly with languid strokes. Her hands moved with a slow, sensual rhythm, as if she were savoring the feeling of her own touch.Tomas watched the monitor as Sophia reached into her bag and removed a large suction cup dildo she had brought with her and was begin to teases with her tongue as her hand drifted down to her pussy.

Sophia continued to tease toy with the dildo in her mouth and with her pussy using her fingers before turning away from the camera and attaching the dildo to the wall at the same height as her pussy giving Tomas' camera a breathtaking view of her bare pussy and ass. He felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over him, his cock twitching with renewed interest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his eyes remained fixed on the image before him.

Tomas's had was now stroking his cock through his shorts as he watch Sophia turn back towards the camera and leaned forward so her pussy slowly slid onto the dildo attached to the wall. Sophia increased the length and speed of her movements against the dildo on the wall as she felt it start to get deeper and deeper. Sophia's eyes sank closed and her head arched back, her hair dusting the tops of her shoulder blades as she rode the dildo with increasing intensity. Tomas could hear the soft, guttural moans that escaped Sophia's lips, and the sounds only served to further inflame his own desire. Tomas could feel his own orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight as he struggled to maintain control and finally freed his cock from his shorts.

Tomas's hand closed around his freed cock, his eyes never left Sophia's face, now contorted in a mask of pleasure and concentration. Her mouth was open, a dark oval that seemed to draw him in, and her eyes, though closed, appeared to be screwed shut in a fierce effort to contain the sensations ripping through her body. Tomas's own eyes felt heavy-lidded, his eyelids weighted by the increasing pressure building at the base of his spine. He began to stroke himself, his hand moving in time with Sophia's increasing tempo, his fingers closing around his cock like a vice.

Sophia's cries reached a fever pitch, Tomas's hand moved in perfect sync with her rhythm, his strokes growing more frantic and urgent as he imagined slamming into her from behind. His eyes remained fixed on the screen, drinking in the sight of Sophia's contorted face, her skin slick with sweat and her hair a tangled mess. The sound of her moans and the wet slapping of her flesh against the dildo created a cacophony of sensual noise that drove Tomas to the brink of madness.

His cock throbbed in his hand, the head purple and engorged, as he struggled to hold back the tide of his own orgasm. He could feel the pressure building, his balls tight and achy, as he waited for Sophia to climax wanting to join her in the moment virtually.

Sophia' body arched, her back bowing outward as her climax washed over her, the dildo still lodged deep within her pussy, her muscles clenching and unclenching around it in rhythmic contractions. Her cries became a keening wail, the sound filling the room and echoing through Tomas's speaker system, and Tomas's control snapped, his hand flying over his cock as he pumped himself towards his own release. The sight of Sophia's face, contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, drove him over the edge, and with a strangled cry, he came, his cock erupting in a spasm of pleasure as he sprayed his seed onto the floor in front of him.

Tomas caught his breath, he slowly rose from the chair, his eyes still fixed on the monitor where Sophia's languid form was slowly coming back into focus. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft pink hue of her skin, and the relaxed curve of her lips. He felt a pang of tenderness towards her, mixed with a lingering sense of desire. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering haze of his own orgasm, and began to tidy up the room. He carefully picked up the splatters of his seed from the floor, his fingers tracing the tiny puddles as he wiped the floor clean with a paper towel and then disinfectant.

Sophia emerged looking very relaxed having obviously relieved the enormous pressure that had been building inside like a volcano. Her manner was much more controlled and she liked that she no longer felt as **** as she thanked him again for the session. Sophia's gaze met Tomas's, a soft smile spread across her face, and she seemed to glow with a sense of contentment. Tomas, still feeling the aftershocks of his own orgasm, couldn't help but return the smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He took a step closer to Sophia, his movements slow and deliberate, as he savored the moment. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and Tomas felt his senses come alive as he breathed it in.

Sophia smiled warmly at Tomas, her eyes sparkling with amazement. "That was incredible," she breathed, her voice husky with satisfaction. "I've never felt anything like that before." Tomas returned the smile, his expression softening as he stepped closer to her. "Thank you for trusting me to guide you through that experience," he said, his voice gentle. "It was my pleasure to watch you let go and surrender to the sensations."

Sophia's cheeks flushed, a stray curl of her hair falling across her forehead as she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Tomas' cheek. "I'm glad I trusted you," she murmured, pulling back slightly. As Sophia turned to leave, Tomas's gaze followed her, his eyes drifting down the gentle curve of her spine to the sweet swell of her buttocks, still visible beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He felt a resurgence of desire, his cock twitching in response to the memory of her climax, but he suppressed it, savoring instead the warm glow of satisfaction that still lingered between them. He reached out to open the door for her, his hand brushing against hers as he did so, sending a tiny spark of electricity through both of them.

Sophia's eyes met his, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths, and Tomas smiled, her heart still racing with the aftershocks of their encounter.