It was another hot humid day and I wasn't looking forward to going to bed, where I would just lie awake in the heat. I took another cool shower, knowing the cool feeling wouldn't last, and walked into my bedroom naked, and slipped under the sheet.
I had opened the window, hoping for a breeze. I could hear the dogs barking at the night creatures. I soon grew warm again, so threw the sheet off. That was better. I could feel the ceiling fan blow air on my hot body. I lie on my back and spread my legs and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I suddenly become aware of a hand on my knee, it lightly caresses and starts to move down my inner
thigh, the fingers doing a little dance. My skin gets goosebumps. I moan a little as I can feel the hand massage my thigh lightly, always moving higher and higher.
I move my legs a little wider, waiting for more. A finger tip circles around the outer lips of my pussy, tickling them. A hand works up my other thigh, massaging and dancing all the way to my knee again.
I sigh, anticipating, wanting so much more. I was heating up again, but the fan helped to cool me down. His hand starts the journey back up my thigh. I hold my breath waiting. I am getting wet now, anticipating more. The fingers play at the edge and dance in my little curly pubes,
then go up to my belly, just barely touching the skin.
Then suddenly his hand presses down, it is a big hand, I feel a jolt run thru my body. He starts moving again, massaging as he travels upwards. Oh, but it feels so good, I moan a little again. His fingers make their way up to one of my waiting breasts, lightly going around the outer edge. I arch my back.
He finally makes his way slowly up to my waiting nipple and flicks it. Oh god another jolt shakes me. Two fingers tweak the hard tip, working it, before moving on down, massaging as he goes.
Now he moves across to my other breast and does the same thing, just taking all the time in the
world. By this time I am just aching, wanting more. I moan again, moving my head from side to side, hands grasping the sheet, my legs moving. Finally he starts his way back down, moving again in circles to my navel, pressing, massaging, and tickling. My body glistens with sweat now, the fan moving the air, cooling me.
Once he reaches my pussy I hold my breath, waiting. When he cups my mound, I squeeze my legs together. Oh, the pressure just about makes me cum. I hold him like that for a minute, and then open my legs again, sighing. He presses down and releases, over and over again. I am so wet now. I know his hand must be slippery with my juices.
Then I feel a finger start to trace a line along the outer lips of my pussy. Slowly it travels along, up and down, teasing, and then dipping inside me for a second before going back to the teasing. Now I m trembling, moving, just a mindless thing, putty in his capable hands. He strokes the folds of my pussy slowly and when he comes to the entrance where I so want his fingers to go, he stops and goes back to stroking me. My pussy is pulsing now, the build up almost painful.
Finally he comes to the entrance again, stops, waits, and then pushes his finger in, just a bit, moving it in a circle. Oh God, I squeeze my thighs together again. He pushes them back open with his free hand, holding me still while he works his magic on me. I feel his finger push deeper inside of me now and stroke just where I need to be stroked.