Earlier tonight kissing Izzy Foster would have been the culmination of months of fantasy, and one that I didn’t think would ever really happen.
Now I was standing at the foot of her bed watching her slide her fingers up and down on either side of her delicious looking clitoris.
The speed at which our relationship had changed was dizzying, but instead of wondering how it had happened, I chose to focus on what was right in front of me.
I concentrated on breathing and moving my eyes from watching her beautiful face as it contorted with the pleasure pulsing through her, to letting them roam up and down her body, taking in how erotic and sensual and pretty and sexy she looked.
She took her fingers that had been splayed around her clit and pushed them down to her opening, pulling her lips open and letting her middle finger from her other hand begin to gently touch around her hole.
“Yessssssssssssss.” She moaned. “Soooooo goooooooood.”
She kept this up for several long minutes, making me wonder if my inability to ever orgasm simply came from impatience.
She’d been on her bed for over twenty minutes now, and she seemed to genuinely love the slow agony that her body was feeling.
I was torn between wanting to see her make herself orgasm and wanting the buildup to that orgasm to last forever.
After several more minutes, she reached to her side and picked up the vibrator. It was purple and shaped like an erect penis, with a white handle.
She brought the toy to her mouth and licked the head, swirling her tongue around the rubber tip while staring at me.
I realized I was breathing through my mouth and that my tongue was moving back and forth against my teeth and the inside of my lips in rhythm with her tongue working against the tip of the toy.
She suddenly plunged the first four inches of the toy into her mouth and closed her eyes, moaning and sucking, and I almost cried out at how fucking erotic she looked while she sucked on that rubber cock.
When she pulled it from her mouth a string of spit stretched briefly from it to her lower lip before breaking and landing on her chin.
More than anything I wanted to lunge forward and taste it.
She trailed the wet tip of the toy along her body, down over her chest and belly until it reached the bottom of her pubic hair, and she pressed the tip against her clit, using her thumb to touch a button that made it emit a low humming sound.
“Oh, gawd I could go just from that.” She said so softly that I wondered if she was telling me or talking to herself.
She moved the tip of the toy in a small circle, her hips grinding up and down slowly as the toy buzzed against her clitoris.
As I watched I knew that I had to find a way to buy a vibrator and find a place and time to use it. Standing at the foot of Mistress Isabella’s bed I’d have given five years of my life to feel what she was feeling.
She brought her fingers to her mouth again and licked them, before using those fingers to part her cunt lips as she pushed the still buzzing toy against her opening. Her eyes opened wide and stared at me as she took in another deep breath.