It hae been a couple days since James had fingered me and made me squirt in the Cafe’s bathroom. And since then, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. It keeps me up at night while I tease my pussy, saving up my orgasm, and teasing my pussy till I’m soaked in juices. I lay in bed, tracing my fingers ever so slightly around my clit, feeling it throb and yet ignoring my body’s desires. I was so tired of making myself cum. I kept caressing my pussy over the top of my panties until I felt my wetness seeping through the delicate lace. I sighed and finally got out of bed.
I hadn’t seen James around the house since that day, but after I threw a baggy shirt over myself and got to the kitchen, he was there, doing dishes.
Seeing him triggered all sorts of reactions in my body, I felt my face get really hot so I knew I was red. My pussy started quivering as grool began dripping down the inside of my thigh. I froze and couldn’t bring myself to say anything, instead I reached between my legs just to feel the cum I was already leaking, and taste it.