The paintbrush

Lauren stepped away from the window, making each step deliberate as she slowly bent over and pulled open a zipper on her bag. Robin knew she was fully visible from the window as she did so, and his eyes flitted back to the window. Dammit, he had to crane his neck to see now. Lauren had... she had done this on purpose.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Lauren grinned, straightening and twirling a small paintbrush in her hand. "Can't see your little fantasy?" The fingers of her free hand slipped to her pants and delved within them for a second. When her hand returned there was a slight sheen of wetness to her fingers, and Robin realized that she...

"So... let's get you properly ready for her... I know you can't resist this..." Lauren purred, stepping next to the bed. Her hand descended for just a second, smearing her slick fingers across his pulsing shaft. Fuuuuuck... Lauren knew that the fastest way to get Robin hard... was the feel and smell of an excited woman on his skin. Her slick fluid was a glorious invitation to pleasure, and he felt his world contracting to his cock, and her hand as she gently teased it, massaging her lubrication into him.

"Yes... " Lauren purred, her eyes drifting to the window. "Oh, your little friend across the way likes THAT. Wonder if she's seen one this big before..." Lauren's hand slid up and down Robin's shaft, for another stroke, before she rapidly pulled her hand away. "Ever see one this big before?" Lauren spoke to the window, grinning after another moment and raising the paint brush in her free hand with a grin.

"What are you up to...?" Robin panted, his eyes on his Girlfriend as she stepped backwards towards his feet, her eyes never leaving the window.

"Maybe... here...?" She looked out, lowering the paintbrush to where Robin's leg lay on the bed. Lauren grinned at the unseen response, and then, gingerly, began to drift the soft bristles along Robin's ankle, bringing an audible groan to flow from his lips.

"You know she's rubbing her pussy..." Lauren grinned at Robin, glancing back at him before looking at the window and continuing to tease at his leg with the bristles. The soft touch, moving up, towards where he ached for her. "Wonder if she wants it..."

The brush glid along Robin's thigh, feather light. He gasped, aching for more. The thought that Viola was... watching this happen and rubbing herself. Knowing it was happening, but not being able to see it... He remembered how Viola looked... Oh fuck... she just moaned. He heard THAT one. Viola was...

"Are you gonna come for me already?" Lauren laughed, the paintbrush maddening on Robin's skin. Each touch seemed to make his skin ache for more contact, but when it came, it was only the same feather light touches. The brush drifted to that incredibly pleasurable spot to the right of his navel... To his third... AAAAAH! The same frustration. The same... anticipation. He pulsed softly as he felt Lauren gently run the opposite end of the brush along his skin. Solid this time... YES... He Groaned with the needed touch. Finally...

"Fuck... I think She just came, Robin... You're right... she's beautiful when she comes..." Lauren panted. Her free hand drifted to her chest again as she looked out. Both of her hands came to the waist of her pants, and with a quick motion she yanked them down, stepping out quickly and then proceeding to pose for a moment, her hand on her hip.

"So... I can go further if you want..." Lauren took a deep breath,