**** Thanks to all the wonderful authors on Lush who have given me such pleasure. Now, here's a bit of my own...****
The door clicked shut. The lock turned. Footsteps down the front steps. Car motor starting up, the car driving down the street. Gone.
Finally. I was alone.
I'd been horny all day, so horny. I'd been making excuse to put something in my lap and pushing down, just to feel the pressure of something against my pussy. My fingers had been just itching to sneak down the waistband of my skirt and fondly fondle my clit. But I am not a quiet masturbater, and if I wanted to remain unnoticed, I had to wait.
And now, finally, I had time. I sat down in front of my computer and pulled up a sex story. As I began to read, I finally, finally, slipped hand into my skirt. I didn't let myself touch my clit, not yet. But I squeezed my pussy's lips, softly, gently. A few short hairs tickled my fingers, and a slight wetness already sliding against my fingers. A soft longing began lower down in my vagina, but I wasn't going anywhere near there yet.
The man in the story got an errection, long and hard. I pictured my own man, a fantasy guy, hardening up from the mere sight of me. Unrealistic, yes. But pleasurable? Of course.
One hand still massaging my entire mound, I unzipped my skirt and stood up, letting it fall smoothly down my legs. My simple shirt was next, easy to pull off. I sat back down in only my panties and bra, looked briefly back at the story I was reading, and decided to stop. My own mind was plenty to fuel me now.
In my imagination, I rubbed my hand around my man's long, hard, cock, luxuriating in the feeling of its firmness beneath my fingers. As I began to move up and down his shaft, I at last allowed my fingers to slip between the lips of my pussy. In one long, forceful stroke, I ran my hand from above my clit down past my hole. The longing within me grew fiercer.
I started one of my favorite moves, picking a bit of skin around my clit and pinching it, rubbing it, wiggling it around. The slow fire burning within me grew hotter, fiercer. The tingling began, and I let out a soft moan. I knew I could bring myself to an orgasm right now, but despite my deep longing, I didn't want to. Not yet.
Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from my pussy, letting the feeling fade. I left my chair and practically threw myself onto my bed, feeling the sharp friction of my bare legs running against my rough flannel sheets. I reached back and unclasped my bra, giving my nipples each a quick pinch, all it took to make them stiff and errect. I gave a soft gasp at this new kind of pleasure, but it my pussy was still screaming for attention.
I turned my mind back to my fantasy, thinking of my man's hard dick, ready for a pussy to enter. I pulled down my underwear, kicking it off my ankles. I lay on my back, spreading my legs wide.
My fingers returned to my clit, rubbing it harder, kneading the skin in circles.