Kate was very rough on her love box as she rapidly moved her finger in and out over her clit. There was no way I could keep up that pace with my hand. But Kate did lower her ass back on to the chair, and when she did she looked up to see me masturbating along with her. She grunted out “nice” as she continued to pound her own pussy.
She let me know when she had reached her first climax. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she repeated in a high pitched voice. She looked right at me as she came; her orgasm face now burned into my memory. She slowed her pace for a few moments as I picked up my own pace. Another huge climax was starting to build inside me.
I watched again as Kate picked up the pace of her fingers. She was really working over her pussy! The sight of her beautiful orgasm face, her bouncing breasts and rapid fingers finally became too much to take.
“I’m going to cum!” I said through gritted teeth.
“Cum on me! Cum on me!” was Kate’s breathless reply. I inched my way up to her just in time to start spewing. Kate loudly announced she was cumming again and the first stream of my orgasm made it up to her cheek and throat. She watched as the semen flew out of my cock and onto her body. She was still panting heavily, but she slowed her pace to watch my sperm coat her body. I wrung out the last few drops; they dripped onto the back of her hand, which now rested on top of her still glistening pussy.
We both took a few moments to catch out breath. “This was…” I started to say.
Kate cut me off. With my cum still on the back of her hand, she gestured to make a “shhhh…” sign with a slight grin and without making a sound. I turned to grab a couple towels off the counter to clean up Kate. When I turned, she was licking the cum off my hand. She made another “shhhh…” motion to keep me from commenting. I helped her clean her body of the gobs of cum I had ejaculated on her. As I tidied up, I came to appreciate the silence. Indeed, any words would not do justice to what had unfolded between us.
With her shop now rearranged and our clothes back on (holy crap, her legs looked like they went on for miles as I watched her from behind when she picked up her panties and put them on. That ass. THAT ASS!). I finally broke the silence.
“Do I…”
But again Kate cut me off with her “shhh…” motion. “No, you don’t.”
If she was OK with it, I was OK with it.
We shared a “friend” kiss and a warm embrace. As I turned to walk away, Kate grabbed my arm and spun me back around.
This time, she planted a very deep kiss. For a few brief moments, I could feel her tongue probing my mouth.
When she broke off the kiss, she looked at me and said, “Let’s do this again soon!” And turned away.
I walked out of the building, mentally checking “mutual masturbation” off the list.
“That’s one hell of a list,” I thought to myself.
How much longer is it going to get?