I sat there just watching her watch me. All of a sudden I was nervous. Was I having performance anxiety? This has always been my fantasy, for me to pleasure myself with Tina watching but what happens when your fantasy becomes reality? What do you do for an encore? So I sat there wondering and Tina sat there staring. I could feel the wetness seeping out of me and by the look on her face she could see it coming out too. Just watching her face calmed me. I reached up and removed my top, letting it fall to rest with my pants. I looked back over at her and she smiled, a tentative smile. I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable with this, but I could also see the look in her eyes. It told me what I needed to know. She wanted this like she had never wanted anything before. The anticipation made her eyes sparkle. Her breathing had evened out, but it was shallow, like she was trying to save her energy for what she knew would surely come.

Are you ready T?, I whispered, my voice shaky. I had let this go on for too long. I wanted to please myself so desperately that I could barely talk. My head was spinning and my palms were sweaty.

Im waiting Bette, I want to see how you love yourself. She licked her lips after the last word fell out of her mouth. I wondered if she licked her lips because they were dry or because she wanted her face to be between my legs, lapping up my juices, flicking her tongue against my *****. I moaned at the thought and closed my eyes tight. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and slowly trailed my hands from my waist, over my rib cage, to my *****. With my palms open I rubbed against my nipples in circles until my nipples were hard. Then I massaged each breast a bit, finally pinching each nipple between my thumb and index finger. I alternated between pinching and rolling and pulling them as my hips started to slowly rise up and down. I heard a moan and opened my eyes to see Tina her cheeks flush with desire.

Oh baby, where I am right now, in my head, youre there T, youre doing this me, I sputtered.

God Bette was all she could get out.

I looked down to see where her hands were. They were clasped tightly together on her lap. In a brief moment of clarity I noticed something else. Her thighs were pressed together and I could see her muscles flexing to tweak her *****. She was keeping the same rhythm as my hips.

I didnt think I could get anymore excited but just then I did. I entered a whole new realm. I moaned again and started to trail my right hand down to my core. My left hand was playing with my *****, lavishing attention on each, one at a time. As soon as my hand touched my mound and entwined with my hair I felt the wetness and desire. My ***** twitched in anticipation. I bypassed my ***** wanting to torture myself some more and dipped two fingers in, just the tips, and rotated them slowly around. I wanted them to be dripping and they were by the time I pulled them out. I brought my fingers back up to my nipples and rubbed each one, leaving them wet, and smelling from my sweet, wonderful scent. Then I blew on them, and the feeling was nirvana. My spine tingled and my eyes rolled back. I stilled myself from all movement just wanted to feel the wet mix with the cool air. All you could hear was the two of us breathing. Deep long breathes, each of us wanting to make this last as if we were slow cooking in our own juices.

My ***** was pulsing and it seemed that with each pulse more of my juices seeped out. My stomach was starting to churn as my muscles contracted with each bounce upwards of my hips. I reached down and using my middle finger stroked over my *****, into my juices and them back to my *****. I allowed my index finger to join in the fun and soon my two fingers were slipping up and down, placed on either side of my *****. I was moving slowly, feeling the changes in my body as I got closer and closer to the edge of the abyss. I remembered Tina then and opened my eyes. She was still watching but now her hips were moving with mine. Updown.up..down. A slow torturous rhythm. She swallowed hard just then and licked her lips.

Please Bette, I cant take much more. Let me.

Let you what T?

Touch myself. Please she begged

I hadnt expected this, but then again I should have known. I had gotten her as worked up as I was. She needed the release but I wanted to give it to her. Selfish you say? ***** yeah, I wanted to taste her when she came on my tongue. I didnt want to have to settle for licking her fingers.

T, Im almost there, cant you wait, wait for me?

She whimpered, torn between immediate release and knowing the things I could do to her.

For Gods sake hurry then she cried and I did. I drove two fingers inside deep, reaching up and to the left, and drove in and out, hitting my spot every time. It was so warm and inviting in there and my fingers felt like they belonged, soothed by the soft smooth texture of my velvety walls. I could feel my contractions building so I used my other hands index finger to massage my *****. My hips were bucking up and down, like a cowboy riding a bull in the rodeo, my fingers pulsing in out so hard that my hand started to cramp and thats when I felt it. My whole body convulsed as the biggest ***** I ever gave myself washed over my whole body. I was spent, my body limp and tingly against the chair, my head resting back, my left index finger still pushing on my *****, trying to prolong the sensations.

Thats when I felt her….