I came home from walking just on dusk, I looked through my window and could see into my bedroom the curtains were just closed and the lamp was on. I watched the figure on the bed softly shadowed, her figure silhouetted onto the wall behind her bed.

I watched as she adjusted the pillows behind her back and reach over to the bedside table. She opened a bottle and dropped the liquid onto her finger. I watched as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed, she could see herself in the mirror, which gave me access to watch as the mirror lined up with the outside window.

I watched in delight as she ran her hand down to her pussy splitting her lips apart and smiling at the mirror. My girlfriend became more beautiful as her arousal showed in the curve of her cunt and the pleasure of her face.

I lent against the windowsill and undid the buttons of my shorts, I kept watching the woman on my bed as she masturbated, her lips glistening in the lamplight, her nipples hardening and her back arching as the first spasms of orgasm came into play.

My fingers lingered in my pussy as I watched from outside, knowing that I was just moments away from rubbing my face between her legs, feeling her orgasm around me and knowing that she would be moaning my name as she came.

As I walked into the bedroom she was gently fingering her pussy, the aftermath of orgasm leaving her face neck and breasts. I knew it would only take a few strokes of my hand to make her come again, to build my lover up to another orgasm, to make her writhe under me as I entered her pussy with my hand, tongue or strap on. I knew however I fucked her she would always come back for more.