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I amused myself trying to look up her skirt to see her stocking tops or panties, sliding down in my seat a little but trying not to be too obvious. My cock stirred at the sight and a fantasy took shape of a short guy sitting where I was, furtively masturbating under his newspaper as he looked up my girlfriend's skirt. I undid my zip again, took my cock out and started to masturbate, looking at her crotch and stocking tops. Jeans hand was inside her panties now and I watched it moving under the material as I masturbated. Jean looked a picture with her spunky, torn stockings and cum all over her hand and pubic hair.
Sarah, a competitive swimmer in high school, longed to slip into the cool waters of the bay but didn't relish the idea of such a cold dip. This afternoon, Sarah and Bill were watching the kids build sandcastles, while they idly sipped beers under the shade of a beach umbrella. Sarah followed their adventure with half an eye, finding her summer romance novel more fascinating. Her thighs were getting sticky - the afternoon was warming up - and her little gyrations were making Sarah wish for more privacy. With a wet finger she began gently stroking her clit, wondering if she had enough time to cum before Bill and the kids returned.
Master Chellie went round to Kara's ass. That's right," as Master Chellie spanked her again and again until Kara's ass was red and swollen. Master Chellie told Kara to stand with her hands behind her back and her legs spread apart. Then Master Chellie touched Kara's lovely breasts roughly and pulled on her nipples until they were standing at attention. Master Chellie slid two fingers into Kara's slit as her tongue continued to work her clit. Oh, ohhh," as Kara climaxed, her juices filling Master Chellie's mouth and running down her face. She felt her orgasm so close to her and she furiously pounded her pussy with her fingers and pulled on her tits until she screamed as her orgasm swept through her body.
It didn’t help that every time I looked up at the projector screen, instead of seeing the facts of my presentation, all my mind kept replacing them with was the notes instructing me to strip. Making matters worse was that my note sender had chosen that time to increase the power at which the egg buzzed deep inside me. I found the string and gently pulled it from my body, feeling the warm gush of juice and cum flow out from my pussy, as the toy was removed. True to his word, when I returned the box with my panties had gone, in its place was the remote for the egg and a new note.
I had an image of my pulling off my jeans and pumping my fingers in and out of my drenched cunt, my moans echoing off the bathroom walls or, even better, you pushing your entire hand into me while I screamed in ecstasy. The thrill that went through me as I thought of someone having witnessed my little escapade, perhaps standing just outside my window, looking in while I abused myself, eyes flying open just as I climaxed, a strangers face filling my vision… I thought about leaving my panties in the car so I could enjoy them on the way home, but thought better of it.