There are a lot of hot women in the world, and like so many others, I like to look at them. I like to imagine feeling their soft lips linger on mine just before they begin to dance their way out of their clothes and into the bed. I like to watch them play with themselves and pretend they’re putting on a show for just me. Tonight, that’s how the mood struck me.
While my husband was preoccupied with video games, I start to tease myself, running my fingers lightly over my stomach and across my thighs, then down to my panties. I trace the skin above my panty line, silently willingly him to look at me; to join me, but he never does. I wet my fingers with my mouth and stick my hand in my pants. The first few movements are slow as I work out how I want to be touched, and once I have it, I start furiously rubbing my clit; my movements are no longer gentle.
My mind begins to wander away from the sexy girls with perfect breasts and soft bodies; their job is done. My imagination takes over and a scene begins to play out in my mind. My hand pauses, for the briefest moment, as my body adjusts to the sweet sensations.