I told you over a cup of tea how much I loved the way you look at me. How you just keep your gaze on me, smiling, observing, never looking away. How it made me just a tiny bit nervous, but how it also was so very intimate. And how it made me look back at you, reading your face, hoping to see your approval, hoping you like what you see. When I told you all that, you smiled. "Does nobody ever look at you?" you asked. "Not like you do." I said. "Not like they really want to see me, all of me, inside and out." Your smile deepend a little. "Then I have a suggestion", you said.

So now we are here, in my bedroom. You led me up the stairs, refusing to say what you wanted to do exactly.

You sit down on the bed, with me standing in front of you, holding both your hands. You're looking up at me, still with that secretive smile on your face, and you say "I want you to show yourself to me. I want to look at you, at all of you. Will you let me?"

I feel a smile slowly spreading over my face. I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, on the contrary. But now I'm finding the thought very exciting.

I nod, let go of your hands and take a step back. I'm simply standing here, still fully clothed in the jeans I chose because I know they give my bum a nice shape, and the clingy black top with the low neckline. I'm standing with my hands hanging by my side, my eyes on yours. I see you looking at my face, I can see your eyes wandering over my hair, resting on my eyes for a little. Now you're looking at my slightly parted lips, my chin.

"Turn your head a little", you say. I turn my face to the right. I can still see you from the corner of my eyes, you're studying my profile. I have no idea where my excitement is even coming from, but I can feel myself flushing a little. I can feel my pulse in my neck and wonder if it shows.

"Turn it to the other side", you say, and I oblige. I don't know if you're taking seconds or minutes. "Now look at me." I turn my head back and look at your face. I draw a breath to ask a question, but before I can you put a finger over your mouth and shake your head at me.

"Turn around", you say, and I oblige. I turn my back to you. Not being able to see your gaze somehow makes me feel it even more intensely. My back tingles.

"Pull your hair out of your neck, and hold your head up high." I'm imagining your eyes on my naked neck, taking in my neckline and shoulders. I remember how you had previously gently run your lips down my neck and I feel a shiver passing through me.

"Lean forward a bit" I can feel the fabric of the jeans tightening over my bum as I obey the instruction. "A little more", you say, and I can hear that you clearly like what you see in your voice. I risk a glance back over my shoulder and see your eyes fixed on my wide, round bum. I can't resist giving it a little wiggle and I hear you draw in your breath.

"Turn around and look at me again", you say. You're not looking at my face any more, your eyes are on my cleavage now. You can see the top of my breasts over the neckline of my top. The top is tight and I can feel my nipples poking through the fabric of my bra. Your eyes come to rest on them. I can see you swallow. My breaths are deeper now, and my breasts move with each breath.

"Take your top off." Your voice is sounding a little strained now. I pull the top over my head, drop it to the side. I quickly push the hair out of my face again. It occurs to me that you haven't said once if you like what you see... but maybe there's no need. Your eyes are fixed on my breasts in the sheer black bra, my pink nipples clearly visible through the almost transparent fabric, and looking down at you I can clearly see the bulge in your jeans.

"Now your jeans", you say. I open the button and zip, then lean forward to pull them down. I'm acutely aware that this motion brings my breasts fully into your focus as you keenly observe every movement. I stand back up.

You smile up at me briefly, your smile is now a little cheeky and devious. Then you're looking back down, past my breasts this time, down to my belly.

It's not the favourite part of my body, and you know it. You know I'm a bit self-conscious about it. And maybe that's exactly why you spend so much time now looking at it. Taking in my waist, my hips. Then your gaze stops for a moment on my black lacy knickers.

"Turn around again", you say, "and bend forward. Spread your legs a little bit." I can now hear the arousal in your voice. My body is responding to this, too, my nipples are hard and almost painful against the fabric of my bra, my breasts feel heavy. My breathing is shallow, my skin is tingling and I can feel the moisture between my legs. You haven't so much as touched me yet, but I somehow can almost physically feel your gaze on my skin, caressing me all over.

Standing wide-legged wearing only my bra and knickers, bent forward, I can feel your eyes on my bum. I can hear your breathing getting shallower as well now.

"Stand up, turn around and take your bra off", you say. I drop my bra to the ground as I turn around. Your eyes are burning into me now, your gaze is more intense and intimate than anything I have ever experienced. My body is screaming for touch.

"Lift your arms over your head."

The movement pushes my soft, heavy breasts forward, pulls them up a little. I'm watching your flushed face, see you licking your lips. But you're not moving, you're still looking. You're looking at me as if you want to memorise every square inch of my skin, as if you're scared to miss the slightest of my movements.

"Take off your knickers." I bend down to pull them off. I can feel how weak my knees are at this point. I'm keenly aware of each move, of your eyes on my breasts as I bend forward, on my hands as they pull my knickers down, on my legs as I step out of them.

I straighten up, standing in front of you naked, flushed, aroused, but still wanting more of you looking at me. Your eyes are drinking me in. I feel more naked than ever before, I feel exposed and utterly vulnerable. And yet, all of this just seems to add to my excitement and arousal. My heart is racing, my breathing is heavy, and I can feel the moisture from my pussy on my legs.

"Turn around again, and bend forward." I'm almost shaking, but I do as you ask. "A bit more." Your voice is just a hoarse whisper now. I bend a little further. I know that you can see my pussy peeking back between my legs, and I can feel the wetness running down my right leg. I can hear you groan, and I can hear you move now. I can hear you get on your knees behind me, and the next moment feel your hands on my buttcheeks and your tongue on my pussy. Your lips around my clit, you gently suck it. It's enough to make me explode. I almost scream as all the tension that had built up inside me suddenly releases into an incredibly intense orgasm.

As I slowly come down, you stand up and hug me and hold me from behind. I can feel your lips on my neck and ear, while your hands are now exploring my body. One of your hands is squeezing my boob, playing with my nipple. The other has moved down to my pussy, your fingers caressing my clit. I moan and let my head fall back, leaning my body against you as I don't trust my legs to carry me.

I turn around, take your face between my hands. I look into your eyes, thinking for a moment to ask you if you liked what you saw. But I can see the answer in your face already, so I just kiss you, gently and deeply.

I then push you back onto the bed. I help out of your T-shirt, your jeans and boxers. Your cock is hot, hard and throbbing. I can see the precum glistening on it. I straddle you, guiding your cock into my pussy with my hand, then slowly sinking onto it, pulling you deep into me. I start rocking back and forward; as you reach up and fondle my breasts, I can feel my next orgasm building. As it washes over me in wave after wave you grab my hips, holding me steady, and start thrusting into me. I know that you're close, too. I keep my eyes on your face, I closely watch every one of your expressions as with a last few deep thrusts and a deep moan you cum inside me.

I sink forward into your embrace and we're both waiting for our breaths to steady and our hearts to stop hammering. "I have never felt so... seen. So wanted." is all I manage to say.