It was her hand that guided one of my fingers between her engorged labia and into the hot, slick depths of her vagina; and it was she that wetted a fingertip with her oils and began teasing and caressing her clitoris. As she became more and more involved in learning her own body and how to please it, I gradually reduced my own involvement in favor of watching her and offering her the verbal support and encouragement she needed to continue.
When I had both of my hands free again, I carefully moved myself away from her a bit, giving both of us room for what I next had in mind for us. That accomplished, I was free to enjoy being witness to all that was happening with her: the aroused flush she developed, the scent of her woman's essence, the faint liquid sounds of her finger moving in her channel, and the slow evolution of her increasing desires.
All of that was having an effect on me, too, and I was slowly stroking my cock when Katherine suddenly opened her eyes. At first glance, she seemed embarrassed to realize that I was watching her as she masturbated – but when she saw that my erect penis was in my hand, she released a soft moan as I watched the peaks of her breasts tighten even more.
"You're… you're hard – from watching me?"
"Not just that, but mostly, yes."
"But… why?"
"Because you're a very attractive and sexy woman, and seeing you excited is making me excited."
"And you're… touching yourself… because of me?"
"Yes."
Hearing that, she released another moan – deeper and louder than the first – before saying "I… I've never seen a man… do that before… it… it makes me feel so excited… knowing that I can do that…"
"Would you turn toward me? So that I can see YOU better? That would help get me more excited, too…"
It took her only a moment to decide that she was willing, and but a few seconds to get herself rearranged so that she was facing me almost straight on. Then she surprised me by spreading her legs – putting one foot on the couch and leaning her leg against the back while keeping the other foot on the floor. That left me with a clear view of the area between her thighs: the russet wedge of her pubic thatch, parted at the bottom by her long and thick labia. At the top of her furrow, I could easily make out her clitoris between the two fingers she'd been using to rub it. Even as I was looking at her womanhood, I saw her vaginal lips get a trifle darker, and the area between them get even more shiny with her oils.
Dragging my eyes upward, I saw her breasts appeared to be tighter, and her areolas more puckered, than they'd been when I'd looked at them just seconds before. The upper slopes of her breasts were tinged a light pink – but the color darkened as moved my view upward. Her face had a distinct blush to it, and I could see that her eyes were locked on where my hand was wrapped around my manhood.
It was obvious enough that seeing me erect, and masturbating, was dramatically increasing her own arousal; it was an easy decision to mirror her position, and change how I was stroking myself so that she could see more of my hard cock. It was a matter of just a couple of seconds before she was again stimulating herself under my gaze: her hand moving on her breasts, squeezing them; softly pinching and pulling on her nipples; rolling her nipples between two fingers. Farther down, her other hand was just as busy: sliding one of her fingers into her obviously wet channel, and collecting her oils to use as lubrication while she toyed with her clitoris. Without seeming to realize that she was doing it, she even moved her self-wetted finger to her mouth and sucked her own juices off of it a few times – something that further inflamed her passion and arousal.
I found the entire situation and experience incredibly erotic and stimulating: not so much because of how she looked (though she was most certainly attractive), but because of what she was doing, and that she was granting me the priveledge of watching her do it. The knowledge that she'd patently never let herself 'go' that way before, and that she was so obviously enjoying the experience, only served to amplify the effect.
Though I could feel myself moving toward my climax, I could also tell that Katherine was somehow unable to find the release that she was patently so close to. I tried to hold off, thinking that she just needed a little more time, but the sight (and scent!) of her contrived to make that more difficult. Finally, there was nothing else I could do, and with a groan of pleasure, felt my cock erupt.
Even as the first wad of my semen was landing on my belly, I saw Katherine convulse with the start of an orgasm. Each eruption of cum from my erection seemed to trigger another spasm through her body, causing her to grunt with the force of it. Being witness to such a powerful orgasm only served to intensify and prolong my own pleasure, and thus extending hers, as well.
It was my own male limitations that finally allowed things to taper off – I could only climax for so long and so hard before my body decided that enough was enough; by the time my penis was back at half-mast, Katherine was lying back on the arm of the couch, gasping for air.
Looking around, I quickly spotted the napkin that had been with the wine bottle. Grabbing it, I quickly wiped my hand and belly off before moving to sit close to Katherine. I managed to get her sitting up enough that I was able to take her into my arms and hold her as she slowly got her breath back. Her head was resting on my shoulder, and I felt her blush before she managed to softly tell me "That was absolutely amazing. I didn't know that I could get that excited, or have an orgasm anywhere NEAR that good!"
I gave her a small hug and answered "I guess now you do, don't you?"
She blushed again before telling me "I certainly do! I was really nervous and everything, there at first – but you were so gentle and patient with me; and the way you kept talking to me, and asking me how I felt, and doing what I told you would feel better for me… the next thing I knew, I was making myself feel so good! And then… when I saw that you were hard, and… what you were doing… it made it even better, and I could feel myself getting so wet inside. Dear God, I've missed out on so much!"
After giving her another hug, I told her "It doesn't matter what you missed out on before – there's nothing you can do to go back and change it. What you can do is choose to take control of your life, now. Now you know that you are a passionate woman, and that you don't have to try any hold in your feelings and desires. I'd say that you have the solution to at least part of your problems well in hand."
I felt her blush again, accompanied by a soft laugh at the somewhat bawdy pun I'd deliberately made.
She nudged me, and I readily released her so that she could sit up again. She turned to face me, and I could see from her expression that she was appreciably more relaxed about the two of us sitting there nude than she had been before. Looking into my face, she told me "Yes, I do – thanks to you. What I – we! – did felt very good to me; but when I saw that you were watching me as I did that, I started to feel nervous and even ashamed. Then I saw that what I was doing was making you excited, too, and that you weren't afraid to let me see you touching yourself, and that somehow made it all right. Better than 'all right', even – it made me even more excited than I already was. You kept doing it, and I could tell that you were getting more excited, just like I was. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, but it still seemed like nothing was really going to happen until I saw you… finish. Then it seemed like the whole world fell in on me!"