As I unbutton my top I watch in the mirror as my breasts fall out, my nipples pert and rosy. I shiver as the air from the open window turns them instantly hard and a deeper shade. I stare for a minute admiring my shape and the way the contours create tiny shadows on my chest. I can still smell the scent from the lavender oil applied hours earlier. I unclip my hair from the twist that holds it and as I do my arm lightly brushes the tip of one of my nipples and a tingling sensation goes right through me.
My hair cascades over my shoulders and the light feathery ends stop loosely just above my breasts. Still admiring in the mirror I gently rub the palm of my hands around them feeling their plumpness and fullness, my skin soft and warm, silky and smooth, against my cold hands. I let my fingers wander, tracing circles around my nipples. A more intense feeling comes over me. Ummmm. I close my eyes. I let my fingers stroke their tips, gently pulling and twisting. It feels so nice. I carry on for bit caressing from light to hard.
I think of you and your special touch as I lose myself in the pleasure I am giving me, my mind telling me to stop, my body urging me to continue. I don’t want to get too carried away so I leave my breasts aching for more and continue to undress, my hands reaching for the fastening on my skirt. As I pull my skirt off I feel the warmth between my legs. Curiously my hand reaches down and feels the dampness on my panties from my arousal. I pull them off and can’t help but have a feel as I rub my whole hand around my pussy, my palm and fingers moistening with my juice. Now parting my wet crimson lips I stop on my very much now protruding clit, almost begging to be fondled. Of course I can’t resist now, as I delicately stroke it ever so lightly with the tip of my finger.
I feel hot so good I had forgotten what it feels like. I close my eyes as I think of your tongue gently licking and sucking, your teeth nibbling. I rub and pinch more intensely as my finger glides, back and forth I go. Ummmm. The thought of your hands where mine are and your cock as it slides in between is so turning me on. I bend down and I sit myself on the floor, spreading my legs a little. I think of our bodies moving in time and my clit rubbing up against you as your stiff hard cock rides inside of me. I place a finger near to my entrance and feel my juices escaping; my finger lingers there as if hesitating its next move. Slowly I move my finger a little inside and a little more until my whole finger is taken.
I begin to slowly draw it in and out, each time resting on my swollen clit, sending me spasms of delight that run from the soles of my feet, along my legs and finally to the tips of my nipples. I want more so I insert another finger and I imagine my legs are on your shoulders as you hold me down. My arms above my head you slowly pound deep and hard, pulling out just slightly so that your shaft rubs between my lips and on my clit, teasing me
