Show me, Show me Show me? (part 2)

Suddenly I felt myself transported back in time to a rainy winters day to where I saw her car parked and found Sindee sitting in the drivers seat staring at the empty beach.

I was off that day and stopped by as I often did to get a cup of coffee or perhaps talk with a friend.  It had been almost 2 months since I last saw her, which was of no surprise.  In the past year and a half we’d gotten together only a handful of times but always with the same results.  A smile crossed my face thinking this day would be no different.

I pulled up next to her and she turned once and then twice.  A large smile replaced the somber look on her face as she recognized me.  As I got out of my car she rolled her window down to ask if I was working and to get in her car and get out of the rain.

We talked a bit and I asked her about the suitcases she had in the back seat…”are you going on vacation ?”  Her smile was replaced with the somber look she had when I had pulled up.  She explained that she was leaving to go back to her husband up north.  They had never divorced but had only separated and she was staying with her father while she lived  down here.

Normally, we would go through a routine of me needing to change after a shower so I asked if she wanted to come with me to the locker room at the other end of the beach as I checked on my equipment for tomorrow.  She frowned as she said she had to go.  Her father was waiting to drive her to the airport and she had several things to do before she left.

Though disappointed, I understood yet for some reason I blurted out…”you know I’m going to have to go and ‘relieve’ myself after seeing you here.”  In an instant her look became that of the girl I first met. That look filled with lust and a bit perversion.  Her voice choked as she asked…”can I watch” followed by “will you show me how you do it”.

My cock was hard as I slid my fingers up the leg of my shorts to expose my swollen head.   She seemed surprised and gasped, “Oh god, you’re really gonna do it”. I stopped.  Had she only been fooling, did she say it as a joke thinking I would never be so perverted.  And so I laughed saying “No way…unless you do it too.”

She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a pair of boots and a thick sweater.  I was amazed to see how quickly the jeans were unbuttoned and her pants and panties were pulled around her ankles. Her boots and sweater remained as she spread her thighs and began to rub her clit.  Although I was in shock, I managed to portray myself as a man who does this all time. Yet for me watching a woman masturbate and showing my masturbation to a woman were my 2 major fantasies and here I was living them both in the front seat of a car parked on a lonely beach.

“Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick

The one that makes me scream”, she said.

“The one that makes me laugh”, she said…

Just as Cure was giving a performance to remember that night, I wanted to give her a show she would remember on that cold wet day as I pleasured myself slowly and deliberately.  I wanted her to see me, how I touched my thighs and slowly stroked my cock up then down. My fingers twirling playfully around my engorged head. How I moaned and gasped as my finger rubbed in circles with the precut dripping from the tip.  I could have cum in an instant but I wanted her to see everything. It was for me also as I took in the sight of her spread open pussy and how feverishly she rubbed that clit.  She had asked for me to let her know when I was about to cum. She wanted to feel the hot jizz for herself. So when I announced, “Oh Sindee, I’m gonna cum for you” her body convulsed as I shot a long hot stream into her palm.

We sat there for a while and though it felt so good, the show was over.  She had to leave that day and though I would never see her again…I would never forget.

But, as with any good concert, when my hand reached for the door she said, “I have something I always wanted to tell you…(to be continued- show me/the encore)