You caught me.
It was a cold winter day. I had been working on a new design layout for a client who was becoming very hard to please. By late afternoon, I had done enough. I couldn’t concentrate anymore, especially when I looked out my window and saw the snow falling. Grabbing my coat and gloves I locked my office and went out to the car. I allowed time for the car to warm up a little as I brushed the snow out of my long curly red hair. In the rear view mirror, I saw the obvious tension I was feeling in my face. Shaking my head, I suddenly knew that I needed to relieve my muscles and tired brain. Finding a George Howard tape in my glove compartment was just the first step.
Feeling more relaxed as I pulled into my driveway I got out of the car and climbed up the steps to my front porch. The snow was piling up fast and I promised myself I would shovel it after completing my “relaxing” plans and it had stopped snowing.
I hung my damp coat in the closet and walked into the kitchen. My cat, K.C. rubbed against my legs, a sure sign he needed feeding. I heard the rustle of my skirt and silk slip as I bent down to feed him. The silk felt smooth as it slid down my thighs when I stood up. My nipples hardened at the sounds and feel of that sensuous silk on my body. Sighing with a beginning pleasure, I saw them poking through my soft cashmere sweater. It was all I could do to finish feeding K.C. who couldn’t have cared less about the erotic sensations I was feeling.
I didn’t want my fantasies to overwhelm me just yet so I reached up for a mug to make myself a cup of tea. My nipples got harder as they felt the cashmere move against them. Setting the mug down on the counter, I moved my hands just above my breasts and slowly rotated the sides of my thumbs over my nipples through the cashmere. They felt so hard that I almost gave in to my urge to make myself come right there in the kitchen.
Taking a deep breath, I removed my hands and poured the tea. I picked up the mug and headed up the stairs to my bedroom. Taking a sip of tea, I sat down on the bed and slipped off my red high heels I stood up, looking at myself in the big mirror over my dresser as I unzipped my skirt. As it fell to the floor, I slowly raised my sweater over my head, hands shaking very slightly as I deliberately pulled the cashmere up and over my nipples. I was getting so hot. I really wanted you to be here but you were out of town. Whenever I got hot and lusty, you were always more than happy to help release the heat in me. But now, I had to make up my own way of cooling off. Thinking of you was definitely not enough this time. Maybe that was a sign I was missing you more than I wanted to admit.
Sighing again, this time with a little more pleasure, I stepped over the clothes and moved closer to the mirror. I was wearing a silk white lacy bra, silk half-slip, matching white silk panties and nylons with a garter belt. Catching my bottom lip in my teeth, I placed the sides of my thumbs above my upper breasts. I loved watching my nipples harden through that white silk material. I reached back and unclasped my bra, watched my breasts fall free. The nipples were like hard little stones, the edges a pale pink, hardened on the edges around my nipples.
Hooking my fingers into the elastic of my slip I slowly moved it down my legs, enjoying the feel of silk as it slid sensuously along my legs. I moved my hands over my stomach, just above the waist of my panties, and felt my muscles tense. I unhooked my nylons from the garter and sat down on the bed, making sure I could see myself in the mirror. Raising my right leg, I slowly pushed my nylon down past my calf and over my foot. It was so delicious to watch as my leg went from nylon encased to bare! I lifted my left leg and once that nylon was removed, I held it in the air so I could see the crotch of my panties in the mirror, dark with my dampness. I ran my fingers lightly over the damp silk covering my pussy, enjoying the feel of my clit against the damp silk. Standing up, I removed my panties and unsnapped my garter, letting them both fall to the floor. Now standing naked in front of the mirror, I stared at my body, watching my breasts move as my breathing became a little heavier.
Wanting to prolong my coming pleasure as long as I could, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water hit the back of my neck, soothing and relaxing me as I shampooed my hair. Once I smelled that herbal scent, I knew that pleasuring myself was going to be an incredible experience.
I arched my back as I leaned into the water to rinse my hair. My breasts were thrust out and very high as I raised my hands to rinse the lather out of my hair. It was breathtaking to see the water run down my breasts and drip off my nipples.
Trembling with anticipation, I straightened up and shut the water off. Grabbing a towel, I dried myself off, shivering as I felt the soft yellow material touch my body. Trying to control the moment of my pleasure a little longer, I bent over and towel-dried my hair, the arousing scent of my excitement nearly overpowering me. I stood up, wrapping the towel around me, letting my wet hair cascade over my shoulders. It was all I could do to walk calmly out of the bathroom and toward the bed . . .
I opened up the night stand drawer and found one of my erotic books and a small vibrator. My hands were shaking as I pulled back the quilt and lay down on the bed. Pulling the towel apart, the cool air caressed my nipples, making them harden more than before as I turned to a page in my book. Beginning to read, I rested the book on my breasts, the bottom pages just touching the top of my nipples. I moved my left hand down toward my pussy, slowly running my fingers through the pubic hair.
As I read, my fingers became more insistent. I held my lips open with two fingers as my middle finger started sliding up and down my pussy. I didn’t push my finger in, just teased the opening as I continually massaged up and down my inner pussy lips. I knew that I was getting closer to pleasure because my hips were slowly moving up and down, my ass clenching tightly. I picked up the vibrator and slowly inserted it into my pussy.
It felt like you, my love. It felt like your cock entering my pussy as I pushed the plastic cock until it was buried deep inside me. Squeezing my thighs tightly around it, I touched my clit, gently squeezing it between two fingers, rolling it back and forth. I was on fireĽmy ass was pushing against the bed hard as my hips began an up/down motion. It felt like your cock pushing in and out of me.
As my fingers started moving faster against my clit I tried to continue reading, but couldn’t concentrate. When I felt that familiar tightening around the vibrator, I knew I would not be long in coming. Still rolling my hard clit with my finger, I came so intensely that I couldn’t move. I stayed in that position, my fingers on my clit, the vibrator in my pussy and the book lying on my breasts. I was dreaming, feeling as if I was drifting on a cloud.
When I awoke, the vibrator was still in my pussy and I was covered with the quilt. Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see you sitting next to me on the bed. I started to sit up, wanting to hug you and feel you close but you gently held me down.
“You are such a wonder to me, Kate,” you whispered as you gently kissed my forehead. “I got back in town early so I thought I would surprise you tonight. I heard the water running so I got undressed and waited near the bedroom door. When I saw you walk toward the bed I got so hard I couldn’t move. You have the sexiest walk and the next thing I knew, I was watching you make yourself come.”
You bent down and caressed my cheek. “I’m going to take a shower and come back to bed. Let me be the one to remove the vibrator and replace it with my own hard cock. And by all means, don’t forget to continue reading where you left off. You can read to me as I make love to you with my cock and mouth. I want to hear all the words that excited you before I walked in that door. I need a story too!”
Grinning with pleasure, I knew that soon I would forget all about the tension of the day with another orgasm on a real cock. As I heard the water turn on, I picked up my book and found the place to begin.
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