The next evening I put on a short dress and a pair of sheer panties, kissed my hubby at the door as I left. I reminded him of how I'd return and would...expect a kiss just as passionate. I felt the heat of his eyes on me as I took the short walk to Steve's door and disappeared inside.I'm sure for the next two hours he wondered what I was doing with Steve, he likely jacked off at least a couple times thinking of the possibilities, but when I returned home I could tell by his smile that he knew I'd. "I simply caressed him for several minutes as he closed his eyes, enjoying my touches and the arousing sounds in his ears. I watched avidly as the front of his jeans began to show a growing bulge, and when he moved a hand toward the zipper, I grabbed the wrist and placed his hand on the bed, my grip making it clear that he was not to touch himself, that he was simply to enjoy the scenario.On occasion, I could softly hear the sounds of feminine ecstasy, and I smiled to myself, thinking of the. All phone lines were green and Ethernet cables were green with white stripes. Water pipes were copper and blue for cold, red and copper for hot. Waste pipes were shown as black and yellow caution stripes. What I found interesting were the various random wires that were orange. On them I was seeing the goggles showing signals going back and forth. I followed one up to that I think was where the smoke detector was on the wall beside the bed. Another went to somewhere in the door, possibly the. "Oh my God..." I moaned, my female voicejust turning me on even more. I started moving my fingers in and out,starting slow and feeling a momentum form as I got faster. Each timegifted me with another pang of pleasure, my gentle moans escaping my lipsas a soft squelching sound came from my new sex. It was so different frommale masturbation! The pleasure was building and building inside me, thewaves getting bigger and bigger. I moved my hands faster and fasterinside, adding a third finger to my.