It’s a Saturday morning, cloudy and grey. As I slowly wake up, I can hear the rain thudding against the roof and windows. I wish I could fall back asleep and re-enter my dream world, an encounter that has left my pussy aching and moist, where you were teasing me and making me beg for my orgasm. I can almost feel your fingers running over my body, teasing my nipples before they run down my sides, making me quiver and shake with need. I squeeze my thighs together and let out an involuntary moan at the pleasure that brings. My pussy is wide awake, even if the rest of me isn’t. I stretch my arm out for you, but you aren’t there, and your side of the bed has grown cold. Gradually, I open my sleep encrusted eyes, rubbing them lightly to wake myself up. Lying on the table is a note from you…. “Ran to the store, home soon, be good, baby… kisses.” I sigh, knowing my pussy will have to wait. I wish you would hurry and come back to bed to take care of my needy cunt. I curl up in the blankets thinking of all the ways I wish to be spending this morning. They all have to do with you. Touching you, feeling myself wrapped in your arms, licking the sweat off your chest.
My thoughts start to take over. If you were only here with me, I would show you how much I cherish you. I would lick your body all over, teasing your nipples, and stomach, spending time sucking your belly button, and trailing down to your cock. I would lick the shaft up and down, give you butterfly kisses all along it, and then I would suck it all into my mouth, down into my throat, til you gave me your cum. I realize that I am running my fingers lightly over my breasts. My nipples are getting hard, and I am breathing deeper. I close my eyes, and let one hand slide down to my wet pussy. It’s dripping now, fueled by my dirty mind and wandering hands. I run my fingers up and down my lips, spreading the moisture. God, I am so wet. I ache for your touch. If only you were there, if only it was your hands instead of my own that were rubbing me and making me ache.
“God, you are such a needy little slut this morning, aren’t you?”
Your voice jars me from my fantasy world, and my eyes snap open. I was so involved in my dreams, I didn’t hear the door open. I look at you, damp with rain, with your clothes plastered to your body. My fingers are still over my pussy, evidence of excitement coating them.
“Good morning baby. I was thinking of you,” I say laughingly.
“So I see. Don’t stop on my account… I want to watch you make yourself cum.”
I smile at you, and bite my lower lip as I resume playing with myself. You watch, your eyes glued to my pussy, as you strip off your own clothes. Watching me has made you hard, and you stand over me, stroking your cock. Knowing you are aroused is making me drip and ache for you even more. I raise one hand to my mouth, sucking my own juices off of it. It tastes so good, tangy and sweet at the same time, and I moan around my finger.
“You like that, don’t you? You like the taste of your own pussy.”
“Yes, I love it,” I whisper, “but I like it better when I taste it on your cock.”
“Not now… right now, I want to watch you cum.”
I moan in frustration and need, and bring my hand back down to my pussy. I spread myself open with one hand, rubbing my exposed clit with the pad of my finger. It won’t be long before I come. You’re stroking your cock faster now. I love the sound your hands make as you work yourself along with me. I can see the pre-cum glistening at the tip as I stare at your rock hard dick. I need it inside me so badly, and as I continue to work my clit with one hand, I slam 2 fingers inside my hole.
“That’s it baby, fuck yourself for me. Show me how bad you need to cum.”
I’m moaning constantly now, pressing my hips up so that my fingers hit me just right inside while I rub my clit harder. I look into your eyes, and the look on your face as you watch me pushes me over the edge.
“Oh my god, baby, I’m cumming!” I scream, as my juices pour over my hand. I keep fucking myself through my orgasm, twisting in pleasure on the bed.
“That’s it baby, cum for me!” you shout, “I’m gonna cum too! Here it is!” And your cock shoots out a ribbon of cum, spraying my breasts and belly.
I lie there, catching my breath, with my legs spread and my hands still trapped between them. You smile at me and grab your discarded t-shirt.
“Good morning, baby,” you whisper tenderly, as you lean over and kiss me. “Let me help you clean that up.” Gently, you use your soaked t-shirt to wipe your cum from my body. Once I’m clean, you lift me up, and pull me to the bathroom, where you lead me into the shower. I smile to myself, knowing the weekend is just beginning, thinking of all the fun we’re about to have with each other.
Here it is 7:00AM, I’m lying in bed with my six inch hard on, which you can’t see (nor feel) as it is concealed under the covers. Meanwhile you’re sitting at the computer in the corner of our bedroom. I give myself a few obligatory strokes. And yes, I want to fuck, but you’re mind is elsewhere, off in the distance of some far away land (so much for computer games). I squeeze my thighs tightly against my balls, just to make myself extend even more. You pay no attention to me whatsoever, so I decide to be brazen and just be content lying here stroking my cock.
I start off slowly enough, just teasing myself as it may be. Letting my hand glide effortlessly up and down my shaft. Slow but deliberate, from base to head and back again. I lie on my side, so even if you were to glance over my way, you wouldn’t be able to tell what I was doing. I stop every so often to massage my balls (every guy likes their balls caressed…for those all females who didn’t know). But it only takes a few seconds before I’m back to slowly sliding my hand up and down my now throbbing hard on. Now my mind is elsewhere, thinking about the load of cum building up in my balls, thinking of the joy of release.
I pick up the pace ever so slightly. Stroking myself a little faster. A bead of pre-cum slowly dribbles down the underside of the head of my cock. I use it for what God intended it to be, a lubricant. I massage it into the area just below the head using my forefinger. It makes my cock jump with anticipation. I fantasize that it’s your tongue doing the tickling. But being ever the guy who enjoys a good tease, I go back to pulling on my prick. My grip gets a little tighter, the speed a little faster. What guy doesn’t like to cum?
Out of the corner of my eye I see you shifting in your seat. I sense you’re about to get up, so with much dismay I let go of my cock, and let it bob against the blanket. My hunch was correct, as you stand up and stretch (I get a great side view of your tits and ass thru the thinness of your night shirt). You nonchalantly ask me what I’m doing and I lie ever so slightly by replying “Nothing”. And with that you stroll over to the bathroom and shut the door.
Thankfully my cock didn’t lose too much of it’s firmness, as I reach under the blanket to pick up where I left off. Only this time my hand is moving faster than before. I keep a keen ear tuned to the bathroom door, waiting to hear the eventual flush of the toilet. Now I’m at the point where I’m practically coaxing the cum from my prick. I want release. Again I squeeze my thighs together. My balls are beginning to tense against my body. I know it won’t be long now.
Just then I hear the toilet flush and I instinctively let go of my prick, damn the bad luck. I’m disheartened, but still very, VERY horny. I feel another bead of pre-cum making it’s a way down my shaft and it practically tickles. Excuses are running thru my mind as to how I would explain myself if by some slim chance you would join me in bed. My cock begins to wilt at the thought but strangely enough the door doesn’t open. Rather my cock jumps for joy as I hear the water for the shower begin to run. I know I have at least ten minutes of uninterrupted bliss.
I quickly push down the blanket, lie back, and take hold of my prick once more. In a matter of thirty seconds I am back to full hardness. This time I stroke myself more deliberately, for I know I’m going cum. Faster and faster I pump my fist up and down. With my free hand I begin squeezing my balls, almost as if trying to urge it’s release of it’s built up sperm. I slow down just long enough to squeeze some more pre-cum from its tip, once again using it to tickle the underside of my now throbbing cock. I watch myself, anticipating what the outcome would be.