As the laptop sits on your lap, the warmth and small vibrations from it pleasant but not fulfilling, the thoughts of a story to write pondering in your mind, before they begin to rage and develop to more concrete ideas, your legs twitch and without a change the warmth of your laptop is more fulfilling, maybe because it add to the heat you can feel bubbling up between your legs now...
The thoughts getting stronger in her mind, she starts to write her story, excited and eager to see where it leads the story begins. Her introduction is short, she doesn’t want to waste time, and she’s not sure how long before she will have to stop typing. The story goes on and as she starts to describe in more erotic detail, her legs tremble, the laptop wobbles on her thighs and the warmth from it gives her a... ...sweet feeling, similar to if someone blew gently between her legs, she pushes the top of her legs together in resistance to the pleasure sourcing from there, before realising her breath became deeper, the story, for the time beginning to get more intense, when she reads it back later she will be able to tell when she got excited writing it as her descriptions in the story become explicit and wild and ravenous. Becoming uncomfortable just sat there, she moves, adjusting her seating position when a tingle shoots from between her legs; she just felt the wetness of her... ...of her underwear brush against her dry skin above her clit. She shivers, having not realised the situation down below had got to such a stage. The story sidelined briefly, she moves her hand underneath her laptop, not inside her underwear, yet, and just passes her hand over, she sighs, raises her eyebrows, thinks wow before continuing with the story. She’s lost her trail of thought so reads the last few lines, saying to herself, "Ah I remember", a cheeky smile with a glint in her eye as she continue to describe an intimate passionate scene, all the while growing hornier by the second, knowing this story isn't going to be finished this time around. ...she starts to get distracted more and more from the story, struggling to keep her mind focused on her thoughts and turning them to words, growing uncomfortable again, twitchy movements from her hips and legs wondering how long she can resist the temptations, of the warmth radiating from between her legs, the laptop making the tops of her thighs perspirating in anticipation and excitement... She’s not even thinking of the story anymore, ideas running through her mind still, more desires! She falls back, her head tilted back her eyes shut, and she’s so intense, sweat running down her forehead, forcing herself to resist all temptations she feels... ...she longs to be touched, but she’s alone, struggling to resist her urges and desires she removes the laptop from her thighs, setting it down beside her. Then without a conscious thought she opens her legs as if to release the tension and allow the warmth between her legs to chill a little, she falls back eyes closed again, and begins to feel her temptations winning over her resistance... She moves her hand over her top, over her braless but perky breasts, feeling her already hardened nipples, she likes her breasts, enjoys innocent fondles from time to time, but this isn’t innocent, she rubs a finger over and round her left nipple, pinching and pulling it tenderly, before doing it to her right nipple, then simultaneously caressing her breasts and nipples, her right hand wonders... ...down her hot stomach, down her thighs, she pulls up the dress from the bottom, raises her bum, her hands slide up the back of her thighs, she reaches round to her back and eases her underwear over her curvaceous ass to her knees, knowing she can wriggle her underwear to her ankles, feeling it gently glide down her lower leg almost intently smoothly stroking her calf’s, she steps out of them and eases them away from her feet, feeling the wetness of her underwear on her toes, the sensation and the knowledge she made them so wet brings a smile to her face, her eyes still closed, she sits back moving over the already wet patch on the sofa... The bottom of her dress already pulled up, she rubs her finger over her deliciously wet pussy, before pulling her hand away. She witnesses the sticky trail that connects her sticky juices on her finger to the warm source of all the juices, until she moves her fingers too far away, the trail closest to finger runs down to her knuckles whilst the other trail falls to her dress. She wipes her finger round her dry lips, before eagerly enticing her sticky finger into her warm mouth; she sucks her own hot juices from her finger 2 or 3 times wanting as much of it as possible. She can’t resist avoiding her inviting pussy much longer, she leans forward, releasing her dress from under her arse, pulling it up over her head and tossing it aside, she feels the freedom and release as a calm breeze of cool air passes all around her, cooling
her hot body briefly. She leans back, running her finger once more over wet pussy, running it up her stomach and over one of her still erect nipples, running a warm trail of her own juices up her body. She longs for the tongue of a man to follow the trail all the way to a dry mouth and hot tongue, but she must do without, she can only help herself now! She tastes her finger once more, while her other grapples with her breast and teases her nipples. She’s amazed at how wet she is, she has never been so idly wet before, the juices, not just inside her pussy, but adorning the welcoming flaps before it and further around, she begins to feel a tear like trickle roll over and down the bottom of the cheek of her arse, resting on the sofa beneath... She feels covered, yet she knows she isn’t, not like a man can cover her in his hot cum. She loves the taste of her own juices, never realising how sweet, enjoyable and delectable they would be, but she desires a man, to fill a wet dripping pussy, knowing this not possible, she raises her leg against the back of the sofa, one leg aloft, the other flat. She takes her hand, rubs it on the inside of... ...the thigh which lies flat, she knows this is the point she can resist herself any longer. She runs her finger up... ...those welcoming flaps, separating them, as they are sticking due to the glue that is her own juice. Slowly, but briefly entering from the bottom of her pussy to the top and round her puckered clit, without touching it, she circles her clit, being able to feel the pleasure teasingly and nowhere near fully, she glides over her clit, her body shudders and shakes, she knows not to touch that again for a... ...while, she will save that for the best bit, she wants to enjoy being inside herself first. She rubs the opening to her pussy again, pulling herself open. She slides her middle finger in, with ease; this isn’t her first masturbation, nor her last but she has never felt herself so hot before, even with a man, a resistance for so long must have heightened the intensity for her.