Pleasuring 

She didn't need to be asked twice, releasing the hold on her crotch and leaning forwards once again as she slid her hands back down the inside of her thighs, past her knees and down her calves. As she did this, she opened her legs wider apart to reveal her swollen labia and the shiny, pink folds within. She repeated the slow stroking movement, once again ending up leaning backwards, her hands squeezing together and trapping her labia tightly together. She continued the pressure, pushing her labia inwards and together with her long fingers until her now swollen clitoris slid out into view. She shuddered, and moaned once again... a little louder this time, and more drawn out.

 










She picked up the vibrator again and turned it on; he could hear the buzzing. She lay right back on the padded bench, feet still on the floor, legs apart, and ripples of light from through the glass panel catching the trails of oil left on her calves and thighs. He watched, breathless, as her seemingly disembodied hands moved across her labia and encircled her clitoris, one holding the vibrator and the other touching, exploring, spreading, pressing and flicking - apparently separate yet working together, interdependent... true counterpoint.

He sensed her tensing with a build-up towards orgasm. As he watched her fingers moving faster and the muscles clenching in her thighs. She started moaning and shuddering, and took the vibrator away from alongside her clitoris. At the moist, swollen opening to her vagina, he could clearly see a rhythmic pulsation starting, at first quick and strong, and then slowing and weakening. She exhaled and shuddered, and he realised that she'd been holding her breath as the orgasm built up.