I went to the iPad and pulled up my file to find the request, almost sagging in relief to see what it was.
Couple session.
Male: 58
Female: 55
Request: Solo Performance
Comments/Specifications: Like you’re coming home for bed, lay down and start reading a book. Then begin to masturbate but show nothing. Just your hand moving under your panties with your legs spread. Make enough noise, but not overly fake.
In room or privacy room: In room.
As for what could have been given to me on my first go, this was a gift. It wasn’t too much exposure and something I could pretend I was actually at home for. How many times did I read a book and end up playing with myself before falling asleep? Plenty.
This was just like that. Sort of.
I went to the back hallway that led to all the rooms and saw the tag hanging on the knob indicating the couple was already in the room.
“Don’t forget your panic button if anything should happen,” Tim, the security guard who was placed outside my door explained. “I placed it on the nightstand for easy reach should you need it. I’ll be right out here the whole time.”
“Thank you.”
Taking a deep breath, I gripped the knob before turning it and clearing my mind.
Ignore the couple in the corner. Focus on you and the scene.
I walked into a normal bedroom. A dresser with a mirror set up on the wall next to the door, littered with all kinds of basics you’d find in a bedroom. Brush, books, makeup, perfume. A bed on the far wall with a basic hotel-like set up and a nightstand on each side. I’d been told each room included a fully dimmed alcove where the voyeur would sit, and though I didn’t look, I knew my couple was sitting in the alcove to my left.
Instead of focusing on that, I went to the dresser and took off any jewelry I had and avoided looking in the mirror, unsure if I was ready to see what I’d find staring back at me. I brushed my hair and then flipped through the books, selecting one and heading to the bed.
I pulled the covers back but lay down on top of them after fluffing the pillows behind me. My eyes skimmed the words, not taking anything in as I tried to determine the appropriate amount of time to pretend to read before fingering myself.
The nervous laugh that bubbled up at the thought almost escaped. I clamped down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself in check, then I rolled my hips and rubbed my thighs together. I shifted the book to one hand while the other worked its way down my body. Repeating the motion of my hips, I slowly drew my heels up toward me and spread my legs wide, letting my fingers play with the edge of my lace underwear. Each graze along the edge of the fabric sent shocks to my core.
Were the couple’s eyes glued to my movements, desperate for more? Were they touching each other? Was he mimicking my movements? Teasing her with soft grazes against her core? I didn’t dare look.
When my fingers sunk beneath the fabric, I let out a moan, surprised to find how turned on and wet I actually was. I made my motions big, to make sure the couple sitting directly across from my spread legs could see what was happening.
When I heard them for the first time, it almost pulled me out of the moment. A swish of fabric, her soft moan, his heavy grunt. I kept my hand moving, my hips pushing up, but my mind was slipping.
What were they doing? Who were they? Did they like what they saw?
Her breathing increased, and the repeated rustle of fabric led me to believe they were having sex.
Were they even watching me anymore? What would I see if I lifted my head enough to peer into the shadows?
My core tightened, and I closed my eyes and pictured it. I pictured her straddling his lap—grinding on him as he stared over her shoulder and watched my thighs shake from pleasure.
Using my rush of moisture, I pushed my fingers inside my pussy and moaned. I pulled out and circled my clit, wondering if she turned to watch me too. I moaned again.
The rustle of clothes sped up to a rhythmic thrust that I used to time my motions, keeping pace with them. Her cries became louder and mine matched hers. Not that I was particularly loud but had to remember their request for sounds.
But soon they were real, and I was coming. My walls squeezing around my fingers as my thumb worked harder across my bud. Almost as soon as I was done, with ringing still in my ears, I heard them climax, his loud groan pulling another spasm from my core.
I gathered myself fast, unsure of how to finish the scene. They hadn’t specified and laying there with my hand stuck in my underwear seemed like too much, but I knew they were supposed to leave first.
With one last breathy gasp, I pulled my hand out and rolled to my side, bringing the book with me. I slipped under the covers and pretended to read. While they prepared to leave, I stared at the words on the page and a small storm brewed inside me.
