he was the eye on her ceiling.
he’d told her so so she knew it was true.
it should have bothered her right? this idea of a man on her ceiling watching her every move? seeing her at her most vulnerable? watching her while she slept or read or masturbated?
this should have bothered her.
and yet she found herself looking up at her ceiling again and again just wondering where he had put himself and what he was seeing.
had he realised yet how many of her fantasies involved just this? being watched without being aware?
did he know how much it turned her on to be watched and yet how little she wanted to know who it was?
so many of her fantasies involved eyes she couldn’t see or mirrors that others could see through or cameras she didn’t know about and he had said to her so innocently in that last email “i am the eye in your ceiling” and she had flooded.
yes flooded, not just a little moisture but full lubrication and yawning lips. gaping, yearning, soaking and opening to the idea of the eye that she couldn’t see.
her hand had stolen into her pants even as she finished her nightly ritual with her computer and set it up for the night. even as she prepared for bed and shucked her clothes she was flirting with herself, fingertips flickering past her nipples and her taut belly as she was finally, blessedly naked.
she looked sidelong at the ceiling and continued to flirt with her own body but all of her actions were aimed at his eye. she could feel him watching her, knew that he was touching himself through his pants even as he watched her stroke her body and climb catlike on to the bed.
she rested her weight on her shoulders and presented her kneeling ass to the ceiling, fingers already sliding in her sloppy slit as she began to move beneath her own ministrations. with her other hand she reached for her favorite dildo and began to slide it along herself, her ripe ass quivering and her own lubrication coating the toy as she pressed herself against it.
grabbing a pillow for her butt she flipped her body and presented her mons to him as she continued to tease herself with the glistening toy. she knew that he was losing it now, his straining cock screaming for release from the constricion of his pants. he would groan as he slid himself free of his pants and boxers and reached for the lube.
she did the same and splashed herself liberally with liquid silk and moaned as the slicker toy teased her entrance. she imagined that it was him, could feel his breath on her neck, feel him tease her entrance. she moaned out loud as her slick fingers flickered madly on her clit.
he was there with her, moaning and panting along as finally… finally she slid the glistening toy into her yawning hole and moaned long and slow as she filled herself with the wonderful toy. really she was going to have to write an ode to the dildo sometime!
she could see him watching her, face contorting and hands playing with himself furiously as she pumped herself deeper and faster with the toy. it was a race now and she was going to win soon because her hips were bucking out of her control and she could feel her hungry pussy swallowing the toy voraciously as she performed for him.
she hoped he was enjoying the show as she cried out and felt the quakes start deep within herself. toes curled and hips spasming she screamed and fucked and fucked the toy for him as she saw him groan and contort his face as he covered himself in his own juices to the sight of her leaving puddles on her pillows and continuing to tease her clit so so so gently.
she collapsed to the pillow with the toy still inside her quaking self, arms akimbo and features slack as she panted for breath and smiled up at the eye on her ceiling.
she’d have to remember to thank him for putting it there.

