Watching

Rachel woke up as normal and started the usual morning routine.  Down to the kitchen in her gown,  she was making her first,  oh so essential,  coffee when she got the unnerving feeling she was being watched.  Slightly startled she turned around,  checked her windows,  nothing.  Putting it down to being drowsy she drunk her coffee then headed for the shower.

The shower had its usual reviving effect.  Feeling clean and fresh,  Rachel stepped out of the shower and began drying her firm,  smooth and athletic  body when again she had the feeling she was being watched. Obviously there was no one in the room, but she did notice that the old fashioned bathroom door had a big uncovered keyhole through which she could see the light of the landing.  Living alone,  however,  this had never been a problem.  Telling herself again that it was just her mind playing tricks she moved to the bedroom.

She was sat on the edge of her bed,  cross legged in her gown. She looked in the mirror opposite her and her mind began to wander.  What would someone watching her now think,  what would they see.  Rachel opened her legs and spread her gown.  In the well lit room,  she could see all the way up her toned thighs and her clean shaven,  nicely puckered pussy. Thinking to herself that it would be a lovely sight for someone else, she was felt a tingle in her clit. Time was moving on so rachel continued her morning ritual.  Shedding her gown,  she looked in the mirror at her full body.  Well toned thighs and arse,  flat stomach and breasts,  still high and firm.  She had to say she was pretty fucking hot for nearly 30 and that if someone were watching they would probably be loving the sight,  getting hard and probably breathless.

Grabbing her moisturiser,  Rachel began applying,  all the while looking in the mirror,  enjoying her own view and taking pleasure imagining if someone was watching her,  that they would be enjoying it too. Taking particular care moisturising her breasts,  she grazed her sensitive nipple and felt a surge in her pussy.  Her hands moved down there,  covered in moisturiser. She looked in the mirror and watched as she spread her legs and pussy.  She could see wetness there,  her lips engorged and protruding slightly.  Touching herself,  she was sodden.  The thought of being watched had made her so very wet.

Her instincts and sex drive took over now.  Her hand moved to her clit,  finding it proud.  She gently rubbed it, using her own wetness and the moisturiser to keep it nice and smooth.  Eyes on the mirror,  she dipped one,  then 2 fingers in her pussy,  finding little resistance.  It felt so good this morning,  so ready for a fucking. Having to make do with her fingers,  she spread her pussy lips wide,  showing herself in the mirror what a perfect sight it was,  all pink,  wet and puffy.  She drove 3 fingers now into her welcoming hole,  feeling it stretch slightly to accommodate.  She thrust them in and out building speed,  all the while massaging her clit,  loving the sight in the mirror and the sensations throbbing through her pussy.

She felt heavenly.

Again ,  rachel got the feeling someone was watching her.  Rather than disturbing,  she realised she loved the idea of someone watching this!

Her orgasm hit her hard and continued for an age.  "oh FUCK"  she cried,  as it reached its peak.  Her fingers were drenched now in her own juices.  She hadnt come as hard in tears.  Pussy still trembling,  she lay back,  thinking what a show that would have given somebody who was watching.  Alas,  there wasn't.

She thought…...