The dark house was hot and stuffy. Unable to sleep, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat up; she was tired but sleep had not come. She glanced at the clock by the bed. It was 1:13 am. She groaned quietly and rose to go to the kitchen for water. She decided as she walked that the oversized tee she was wearing was too hot and she lifted it over her head and dropped it to the floor.

Now in the kitchen she stood naked as she drew a glass of water. She felt better and sat at the small table to drink her water.

She thought about all that had happened during the day; the busyness and frustrations of work. She drew a deep breath and sighed. As she sipped her water, her hand absently rose to her breasts and her fingers traced one lovely areola. This action proved quite comforting so she put the glass down so her hands were free for other things.

Both hands now caressed her heaving tits and the feeling was delicious and stimulating. She lightly massaged her nipples and her breath caught as her motions sent lovely sexual energy through her naked body. She quietly moaned.

She stood slowly while continuing to caress her skin lightly; her mind now alive with beautiful erotic thoughts of someone far away; someone she wished were here now.

Her eye caught her motions in the large mirror across the room and she turned toward it as she continued her self-love. Her mind was now aflame with memories of what they did when they last made love together. She studied her form in the looking glass and passed her hands over her belly in a downward motion toward the ‘Y’ between her legs.

Her fingers passed slowly over her smooth mound, touching and exploring. “What would he do to her now if they stood before the mirror together?” she thought.

She returned to the rumpled bed and laid down again, this time, feeling her body up and down, slowly stroking her warm skin. She licked her fingers and parted the folds but found she was already very wet with desire. She lightly rubbed the length of her slit, and arched her back as pleasurable sensations shot through her body. She grew more and more excited as she imagined him teasing her flesh with his cock; rubbing her pussy with lazy motions.

Now she moaned out loud as she wished he were here to attend to her. She wanted his hands and his mouth on her; all over her. She wanted to feel his cock poised at the entrance of her now thoroughly wet and swollen cunt. It amazed her how quickly her body responds to her erotic thoughts.

She circled two fingers around the soft tissue surrounding her clit, smearing her copious juices. She lifted her hand to her mouth and tasted herself, her fingers lingering long in her lips. Breathing heavier now, she plunged her fingers into her gash and began sawing in and out. Her hips rose and fell as she became more and more aroused.

As she masturbated, she lifted her hand occasionally to her mouth, both to taste and lubricate, though she hardly needed it.

She missed the girth of his dick and went from two fingers to three in an effort to satisfy her hungry pussy. This wasn’t working!

She reached into the bedside drawer and found her long flesh colored dildo. She thrust the tip in her mouth to moisten it. She was soon working the soft rubber dick in and out of her pussy.

Her urgency to cum was now great and she whimpered and moan through her first orgasm. Not satisfied, she continued the assault on her hot, red cunt. Her movements were more frantic now as she recalled how he would vigorously fuck her while pinching her large nipples and kissing her skin hungrily.

She screamed as she came again. How much longer she engaged in her self-love, she could not be sure, but memories of him as well as orgasms were plentiful. She cried out again and again and squirted hot cum more than once.

Finally, she lay still, momentarily sated and feeling the delicious aftershocks of her climax. Her cunt lips flexed around the dildo still impaling her. She let it slowly slip from her hole.

She was tired now and wanted to sleep. Her pussy was so sore and extremely sensitive from the vigorous treatment she’d just given herself. She winced as she slowly rolled over and hugged her pillow. She smiled as she thought with quiet amusement, “The fucker’s gonna get it when he comes home!”