Christine lay in bed thinking of James. She had just had the best date of her life with him. He had been so kind, courteous, and sweet. Every single door they encountered, he held open. He had pulled her chair out at the restaurant and brought her flowers when he picked her up. And the kiss when he had dropped her at home had been euphoric. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her heart continues to race now, a full half hour later as she lay in her bed with thoughts of James and his large, gentle hands tangling in her hair. Her fingers found her lips and touched where he had kissed her. How she had wanted more but, also, wanted to savour the waiting. To built up to the moment where she felt his hands on her body, to when she would have a chance to run her fingers up the length of his spine.
There was absolutely no way she would ever be able to sleep while her head was filled with such lusty thoughts. There was nothing for it but to give into her lust. As she undressed herself, she imagined it was James. She let her mind wander to thoughts of him unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. She unclasped her bra and cupped her average sized, pink breasts in each hand. As she rubbed and stroked the nipples, she imagined her hands were James’s hands bringing the pink buds to a solid firmness. With each stroke the moisture between her legs grew. Once she had fully undressed, she lay back down on her bed, flat on her back. Her knees were raised, and her legs spread apart. The feel of the cool night air on her naked body sent goose bumps dancing on her skin.
As she lay there, remembering James’s soft lips and big hands her own right hand fell away from the breast it cupped and found its way between her legs. She sighed in ecstatic relief as her index finger parted the wet, hungry folds of her most private part. She spent a few seconds letting this finger slide up and down the opening of her pussy, allowed it to become slick with her desire before she began to trace slow circles around the swollen nub of her clitoris. She gasped and moaned as she began to rub in faster circles, soon removing the left hand from its place on her breast and using two of the fingers to gently slip inside the warm, tight opening between her legs. It wasn’t long before she was rocking her hips in time to the inward penetration of her prying fingers, but it was not quite enough to send her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Removing the fingers from her hungry pussy she fumbled in her nightstand until her hand touched something long, rigid and pink.
Taking her favourite dildo in hand she caressed her nipples with the bulbous head. She sucked it gently in her mouth before tracing it down the length of her body. She used it in place of her finger on her clit. She rubbed it in the wetness of her slit and circled the head around her clit again before finally, at long last, lining the head up with the entrance to her sex. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she gently pressed it against her opening. She cried out in pleasure as the rigid rubber stretched her tightness and filled her up. She worked the dildo in and out of her pussy, her hips working in time to meet the thrust of her hand. In seconds she was on the brink as the large head expertly rubbed the g-spot inside her. Returning her free hand to her clitoris she rubbed fast. It was over in seconds. Her pussy tightened, contracting, and gripping the dildo that filled her as the warmth of orgasm flooded her body. She could not think straight as she lay in bliss, eventually falling asleep with the invading dildo still nestled in her warm pussy.
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It’s all good!!!!!!!
Wonderfully told tale – very true life (my James is named Jane!) – well written !!