Are You Watching?

I wake with my pussy drenched. My fingernail lightly dragging over the lips of my mound. My bedroom bathed in an eerie green neon light from the building across the street from my apartment. The frost on the window catching all the lights, making intricate patterns that I cannot make out.

I've other things on my mind this morning then light patterns.

A rogue finger slips between the lips of my pussy, I feel my heat. I feel my wetness. Shivering with the icy temperature of my finger, gasping as the gooseflesh spreads across my body like wild fire. My nipples pucker into hard nubs. In my mind, I picture how that would look bathed in the morning light. My browny pink nipples pointed and aching against the creamy whiteness of my breasts. The curves, the valley of them in the suns early rays. Looking down over my tummy, the silken folds of my nighty about my hips, watching my hips rise, and the cleft of my mound as it parts as I push my hips higher.

But the sun is not yet up, and if I know my current mood at all, I know I will want to take care of matters once again in the morning light.

My free hand sliding down over my stomach to the crest of my mound, feeling the soft growth of hair from the night. Smiling in anticipation of a hot shower, the lather of soap, and the feel of my smoothness as the razor travels where my fingers now play. My heat mixed with the warmth of the water pouring over me. Knees parting wider, my lips part of their own accord, freeing my fingers to slide through my wetness.

Looking over to the computer on my nightstand, a wicked idea passes through my mind. The blinking lights glow the time, much too early for any sane person to be up and not to take full advantage of my current state. Grinning from ear to ear, an idea forms in my horny state.

Switching the computer from night mode to a working mode, my finger dips into my pussy before bringing it to my lips. I'd rather not need to clean my keyboard this morning and all that. Sucking my finger deep into my mouth, my tongue pressing up and my teeth closing around this single digit that still is so cold, yet covered with my hot juices. Pulling it slowly from my mouth, my teeth dragging along my finger. It aches once more for the heat of my mouth. Different from the all-encompassing ache of this finger deep in my pussy.

I see the glow about his name and grin knowing he is online. Knowing he should be alone. My hips squirming, thinking about just calling him up and letting him watch while he is at work, as my fingers work their magic upon my body.

Trying to think of enough good reasons not to bother him while he is working. And of course, coming up blank with the possible cons of just ringing in without seeking out his permission.

Praying that the light from the screen of my computer, and that eerie neon green light from across the way will be enough for him to see my body, and to watch my hands move over my body too. The lime silk of my nighty shines from the screen. The computer rings, waiting for him to pick up as I lean my head back against the pillow and slip my hand beneath the neckline of my nighty. Biting my lower lip to stifle a moan from escaping when I hear him whisper, "Hello Hun, I'm in a meeting. I'll call you...Oh!" My eyes fly open, flashing him an ear-to-ear smile, my teeth brilliant white, flashing on my screen. His expression priceless, as he stares at me from his office.

The lines between his eyes soften, as his eyebrows rise sky high and his shocked face softens; his lips turning from that "Oh", to a toothy grin of approval.

My hand underneath the top of my nighty, squeezing my breast hard, the flimsy material of the silk makes it easy to see every finger, and what each finger is doing. Moving my hand to my other breast, leaving my nipple hard and painfully erect beneath the silk.

Turning my head to watch his face, I watch as he stifles a sound, a finger rises to his collar. Making me smile that evil smile, and upping the stakes a little more. I hear the gentlemen in the office with him as white noise, not paying them any heed. My attention is only split in two ways. On my body. And on him.

Pulling my breast up and out of my nighty, my back arching slightly, pushing it harder into my hand to squeeze it. I moan louder, my flesh more sensitive, not only due to my hands upon it, but the thoughts in my head, and the surprise webcam call. It is freaking cold this morning and my blanket's now pushed down around my hips covering just my naked legs.

I watch him squirm, his voice asking the gentlemen to repeat their questions again, while my free hand reaches for my still covered breast taking my nipple between my fingers, squeezing it hard, pulling it, stretching it. Rolling over to my side, positioning a pillow behind me to keep me from rolling back flat. My breasts now free in the cool morning air, and I clench a couple of beaded nip clamps to give my nipples an even more enticing look.

Beautiful. I hear him mutter. The men in his office ask him to repeat his words. I watch him cough and turn a vibrant shade of red, making some excuse that he is clearing his throat.

My fingers digging into my breasts. Pushing them together. Pulling them apart. Pushing them higher. Fingers digging in and pulling my breasts away from my body before letting them fall free, their full weight falling upon my chest, causing them to bounce and jiggle.

Hands moving lower, pulling my nighty higher. The white flesh of my hips seen sandwiched between my nighty and the red of my duvet cover. Sliding my hand down across my tummy to my mound, letting my finger slip between the lips of my pussy, softly moaning, I find my clit.

Fuck yes! Spread your thighs!

My back arching, pushing my breasts higher, I do what he asks of me, for at the moment, it suits my purpose. Quickly my hand covers my visible mound from his sight, and I hear him growl softly. I watch his hands slide to his lap, shifting. His eyes narrow, his lips pressed hard together, and his eyes glued to his screen. The men in his office continue to talk, and I know he is not paying any attention to them.

Fingers parting my pussy lips, my middle finger slides along my slit, sighing at how wet my pussy is this morning. Muttering about how wet I am, how hot my pussy feels. Moaning when my fingernail catches the tip of my clit.

I hear that static along the line just before his mobile phone rings. One of his hands reaches for the phone, the other still hidden in his lap.

Moaning my displeasure at him being distracted by the telephone. Dropping my leg to the bed, my hips thrust up, letting him see my finger slide deep into me. Curling my finger within me, my eyes squeezing shut, my back arching, moaning at how it all feels. My silken wetness encasing my finger, muttering about how I wish it was his cock feeling this and not my finger.

"Excuse me gentlemen, but I must take this call. I'll call you to arrange another meeting. Thank you."

My head moves towards the screen, not only to grin and chuckle at him but to watch him. Noticing how he didn't even stand up to shake their hands as the men left his office. I saw them lean over his desk, and I saw them in the camera. I know they saw me in my semi-state of nudity, my breasts high and round, the morning rays of sunshine beginning to stream into my bedroom, coating my body, reflecting off the silky material. The silhouette of the curves of my breasts, my fingers playing deep within me, bringing them to my lips to taste, to tease him.

And the men in his office saw me. Their faces red, embarrassed. I could only just smile, as I sucked my finger clean of my nectar.

I vaguely hear the door close, and I watch him stand from behind his desk and make his way to the door. His footsteps loud on the hardwood floor of his office, they get louder as he returns to his desk.

I gasp seeing just how hard he is, the tenting of his trousers so noticeable. His bulge pushing against his zipper. I sigh at the sight of it.

"Fuck yessss!" I whisper.

His hands move to the buckle of his belt, slowly, painfully slowly, I watch as he pulls the leather through the metal holding it in place.

"Don't stop." he says under his breath, "Keep going."

His pants drop, his cock springs forth. I lick my lips looking at it, pre-cum glistening at his tip. Shirttails parted, wrinkled on either side from being tucked in. His hand grips his cock, pumping it.

My hands slide down my body again, finding my pussy. Getting a new idea in my head, I sit up, moaning as I feel the weight of my breasts shift. My nipples puckering, hard nubs. The sun behind me, I shift my position, pushing the table back with my foot, letting him see me better. My whole body for him to watch. My neckline of my nighty under the curves of my breasts, their hard browny pink nipples, hard and erect, pointing at him. Head back, neck extended, bringing my knees up onto the mattress, letting him see my pussy. My wetness. All of me for him to watch.

Reaching for that glass toy under my pillow, still quite cold to the touch. Bringing it to my clit, my breath catches, my heart pounds at the feel. One hand behind me, the other holding onto the hardness of the glass. "Where do you want me to put this?" I ask him.