Lazy Afternoon
Book open, laying naked atop smooth, cotton sheets on a lazy afternoon. Cheers of rowdie jocks rise up from the fields outside as the sun pummels the earth with it’s heat. Words flicker through my mind like a movie while the cool breeze of the oscillating fan teases glistening skin.
Cool bursts glide over silky calves, thighs and voluptuous bottom repeatedly. The movie in my head pauses as I become acutely aware of reflexive warming sensations developing between my thighs. I relish these moments. Mind empty of all stress, body free of all restraint. Just me and my natural urge for pleasure.
I close my eyes and allow the breeze to torment me like a playful lover. Body sighs, heart pounds, nipples grow taut against the embrace of soft cotton. Deep breaths through parted lips illicit throbbing. An ache from within urging for release. I squeeze my thighs together to feel the reaction of my hardness. My body is yearning for pleasure but I find joy in it’s denial. Desire builds. How long will I be able to restrain my skilled hands?
Flashes of an eager lover pulse through my mind. Approaching me quietly from behind as I read intently, laying naked on my tummy amidst an abundance of cotton billows. Climbing on to the bed, straddling my naked body, he gently runs his tongue up my legs while pulling my hips back forcing me to my knees. He burys his face between cheeks, hand pressing my upper body against the bed.
Desire takes over. I need to fuel my imagination with more stimulation. I lightly brush my finger tips across my lips. Throbbing ensues, begging for release. I know exactly where to touch. I know my own body so well that climax could arrive too quickly. I need to make this last.
Up on my knees, legs slightly spread, the cool air flicks at the entrance to my moist opening. Fingers part wet lips. Droplets of warmth gently stroke my hardness like the tongue of my lover. Over and over, stroking, peaking electrical sensations. I rock my hips back and forth against the face of my ghost lover, pressure increasing then decreasing against the sensitive skin. Erect nipples brush back and forth across soft fabric accentuating the longing sensation within. My entire body is engulfed in a blaze of passion. I can feel myself approaching the edge of bliss. Tempted to dive over I quickly pull back.
Muscles twitch in protest. Heat pours off of my skin. Head buried in a pillow I grab one of my breasts and squeeze my nipple tightly. Erogenous agony shoots through my body. Again, I squeeze my thighs together, pinching the hardness awaiting to erupt in ecstacy. Overflow of luscious sensations cascade in and over me. Yearning intesifies.
I thrust my fingers inside the warmth of my womenhood. Palm of my hand vigorously rubs external delight as finger tips find the point of ultimate pleasure within. Repeatedly I knead the aching smoothness with determined vigour.
Propped on my knees, biting at a pillow, euphoric cries escape in to the emptiness. “Come hither” gestures bring my orgasm to it’s peak with mindblowing force. Fingers are squeezed furiously as liquid surges past. I continue stroking, taking in every last blazing shockwave. Body tightens at the force. Screams fill the room.
Breathless, I collapse to my tummy again.
Book open, laying naked atop smooth, cotton sheets on a lazy afternoon, I find personal bliss.
