I was overwhelmed, tired and brain-dead. Between stress from learning the new job and the potty training my stubborn little one, I was on my last nerve.
I decided to hide away and take a long steamy shower. It felt incredible but I couldn’t shake off the anxious feeling of dread. I just couldn’t relax and enjoy the moment. I missed my sweetheart deeply but he was still at work. I was in desperate need of his touch and a much needed fuck. I closed my eyes and glided my hands over my body the way he does. Trying to imitate how he feels me. It felt good but nothing like the real deal. I slowly squeeze my breasts and sighed. I imagined it was him behind me, kissing my neck, fondling and squeezing what was his. He’s very attentive so I knew he would see my stressed state and he’d be softly telling me sweet and encouraging things in my ear. He knew how to make me melt and focus on only him and I.