Home Alone? Pussy Aching? I Just Had to Do It!

My breath stops at the instant my fingertips brush against my clit. A soft tickle, but it makes me shudder and groan. Sighs, pants, and suddenly the Lord’s name comes out of my mouth as I am moaning my pleasure.

This morning I had my coffee mug in hand, still in my little pink tank top and drawstring pants from the night before. It always starts out the same. I sip from my mug and think to myself, “Why not?”

I know what this thought leads to. And I want it. I want it bad. When I have the house to myself when everyone is gone, and just before I leave for work. It starts in my arms and creeps through the rest of my body. My nipples slowly tighten against the thin cotton that clings to them and I suddenly feel the urge to trace my curves, to feel my skin.

Stretching out on the couch, I rake my fingers through my hair, lightly grazing the nape of my neck. I smile at the heat I find there, the heat I need, the heat I lust for, again and again. I wet my lips and trace my finger along the thick fleshy pout of my lower lip, the delicate curve that dips down along the top of my mouth. My hand wanders lower and I slide the straps of my tank top off my shoulders and I pull the front of my top down slowly, arching my back as my full breasts meet the air. Never opening my eyes, my fingers slide up my smooth stomach and find the curves from beneath.

For just an instant, I let my head fall back as my fingers trace the full curvature of my breast. My stretched neck, my chest, and my firm tummy are all exposed to the cool air. I imagine someone watching me as I lay sprawled on the couch, eager to reach the wet spot between my legs. My fingers find my nipple, tight, aching to be touched and licked. It feels so good to tickle, to pinch, to tease myself as my mind teases me.

I feel a throbbing between my legs and my body trembles in anticipation. Without even deciding, my fingers find the drawstring of my pants, pulling softly, sliding them down my thighs. My hips rise as my mind wanders to the stranger at the window. I want so badly to have someone watch me as I slide my hand beneath the waistband of my white cotton panties, to the treasure nested there.

A long, slow sigh as my fingers trace my thighs, finally spreads my lips, drawing the opening between them, feeling the heat and wetness between my legs. I need to touch myself, to stroke my pussy as I imagine the stranger slowly pulling his cock out of his pants and jerking himself.

My fingers glide along my slit and my fingertip opens my cunt, probing my wetness. Slowly my hips begin to rock back and forth, moving with my finger. This feels so good, the tightness and heat that enfold my finger, pumping my cunt as my finger slowly penetrates me. This is beyond help or control, it feels like the stranger is watching me lose myself here, fucking my hand.

I get greedy, my cunt aching for more; more friction, more heat. I slide another finger inside my tight, hot hole, opening myself to the invisible stranger. It feels so good to fill myself this way, to build this rhythm between my legs. I fuck myself faster, generating more and more wet heat in my cunt as the invisible stranger keeps pumping his fist on his shaft. I love the way he makes me work for it, the way he engages every part of my body and mind. I am so close, writhing on the couch now, my legs spreading wider, wanting more. My breaths are short, and quick, my lips parted, starting to move slowly, mouthing my pleasure. I want someone to see me cumming, I want to be watched.

As I bring myself to climax, I whimper and my breathing is uneven. I imagine the stranger kneeling beside me, his murmur in my ear, breath hot on my neck, his eyes all over my sweaty body, everywhere my hands have been. I want someone to see me now, to watch me cum. My cunt begins to tighten around my fingers, clenching, throbbing full of hot moisture. I slam my fingers deep, hard, and rough inside my cunt. I need it now. I need to cum!

I slowly let my fingers slide from my tight dripping hole and move to the top of my slit, curling them gently as they find the hard little pleasure button aching to be touched. My breath stops at the instant my fingertips brush against my clit. A soft tickle, but it makes me shudder and groan. Sighs, pants, and suddenly the Lord’s name comes out of my mouth as I am moaning my pleasure. My fingers trace fast circles around my clit, teasing it, juicing my cunt before I finally push down hard and rub forcefully. I am arched all the way back, my thighs spread to their limit, and I feel wave after wave of orgasm rocking me to the core.

The muscles in my cunt are clamping down and I feel them throbbing along my fingers, squeezing as my whole hand rubs my gushing cunt that is exposed to the cool air. I want someone there so badly, between my legs, watching me groan and cum. I am moaning loud, as my orgasm washes over me, again and again.

Bringing my wrinkled and dripping fingers to my mouth, I brush them along my lips, wetting them. Licking my fingers slowly, and sensuously, I bring myself back to reality. I sit up, my body still weak, but still thrilling from the force of my orgasm, and take another sip from my coffee mug. It’s now cold; it’s been fifteen minutes of pleasure and now I have to get to work… still wet between my thighs.

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