I was happy, but was hard the rest of the night playing games.The next time we had a chance came a few nights later. It was a lot like the last time....She pulled off my shorts and started going at it. This time though I was determined to watch her masturbate. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her devour my dick. I could see her hand going inside her shorts and she started rubbing very fast. It matched the pace that she was sucking my dick at. I reached down, grabbed her. Is that your tongue I can feel, rough and wet? I purr deep in my throat. I can feel my breasts pressed against your chest, moulding together. I imagine how it would feel if we were both naked, my pale bare skin contrasted with your fit tanned body. More people squeeze on at Oxford Circus. We are squashed even closer. Somehow you have got your hand behind me, and I can feel it stroking lightly over my bum, then sliding round my hip and lingering on my thigh. I feel a little shiver of pleasure. I slowly bring my hands back up my petite body and moan as I squeeze my bare breasts. My breath hitches as I softly squeeze my nipples between my thumb and index fingers, loving the sharp, delicious flickers of pain.“I need your hard, thick cock inside of me, Laurence,” I whisper as I wander my right hand down my body. “I want to feel your cock throbbing inside of me, my wet pussy wrapped tightly around it. Squeezing it like a vice.”When my right hand reaches my panties, I rub my slick wetness. Some months later we were on holiday and I peered through the keyhole in her bedroom and watched her removing her pyjama top showing me pert tits with light pink nipples and tiny areoles. Her body was turned so I watched the profile view of her tits bounce slightly as she moved before bending down to put a bra on. They hung down firmly as I pictured myself squeezing them.Frustratingly it was years before I got to see anything decent again. Another holiday success; we arrived after a long flight.