Mmmm. She moaned softly feeling her orgasm welling up inside of her. He was groaning words of encouragement as she rode him. She tightened up around his manhood, ready to cum at any second.
"Fuck!" I rolled over and switched off my alarm clock. My panties were soaked, I could feel the wet spot underneath me as I had many mornings before that. Why is it that I can't have one wet dream and finish it for once?
Is it too much to bloody ask for? I trudged my way to my bathroom, still cursing out that damned alarm clock, as well as my new boss for being so hard on me. I showered with the light off- I figured it was like an extra fifteen minutes of sleep. I was nearly dozing off as the warm jets of water streamed down my body.
I was still a bit tired as I pulled myself out of the shower into the foggy bathroom. Making my way to my closet I glanced at my bedroom mirror and stopped. I studied myself long and hard, letting my towel fall around my ankles.
A tummy that was round rather than flat, breasts that were large, firm,
but not as perky as they used to be. Auburn hair cascading over pale
shoulders, the rest of my skin glowing a soft ivory. Thighs only a bit
smaller than some of the women I work with`s waists. Small feet with
red painted toes.
Sighing, I turned away and once again headed back to my closet. I
wasn`t one of the ugliest women in the world, but I was most certainly
not the prettiest. Not many men noticed me, except the ones that honked
when I wore a skirt a bit shorter than I should have, or a wink from a
cashier when I wore a low cut V neck. I was always the one in high
school that rarely had a boyfriend. I was the girl who went to school
dances with one of their best friend`s boyfriend`s buddies. I picked an
outfit and headed out to work. The subway was packed, even more than
usual. If that was even possible. Sandwiched between a businesswoman
and a teenaged boy I spotted one of the most gorgeous men I`ve ever
been so lucky to witness in my 24 years on earth. He spotted me too,
noticing how I was gawking at him. As we approached the next stop
everyone spilled off the train, leaving both him and me alone. He
strode over to me purposefully, placing his hand on the small of my
back as he craned his neck. My lips touched his
.instant fire. We tore
at each other`s clothes, grabbing and pulling at one another like wild
beasts. He lay me down on the floor of the subway, yes disgusting I
know but I didn`t care I was so high. The smell of the sexual tension
between us was intoxicating, as if we were born for this sole purpose,
to have hot animal sex on the unsanitary floor of a subway. He drove
his entire length into me with one long stroke of his hips, I moaned
out loudly already feeling the urge to cum
..
No actually none of that happened. He smiled at me, I smiled and turned
away blushing furiously. At what? I must have been staring; if I had
looked down I wouldn`t have been surprised to see a puddle of drool at
my feet. I`d never done that before, for the past few nights I`d been
having really sexual dreams but
god
this? In a subway, soaking my
panties over a man I didn`t even know. I had to get a grip, and soon, I
didn`t know how long it would be before I have a serious, I don`t know,
sexual breakdown? Work. Work was a blur. With that constant throbbing
between my legs and my moist underwear it was damn near impossible to
concentrate on anything. I got home, fussed with the buttons on my coat
for a bit, threw my shoes on the front room floor and headed straight
for my bed. I was pulling off the remainder of my clothes as I dug
madly through the top drawer of my dresser. I pulled out something that
I hadn`t used in a while- a small, white vibrator. Roughly around an
inch long and about 5 inches long. When I first bought it I nearly ran
out of the sex shop, a deep crimson color. I always thought I
masturbated too much, but then I realized, hey it`s better than going
out and fucking any random bloke when I got a little horny. As if I
could anyway. Lying back onto my full sized bed I placed the tip of the
vibrator in my mouth moistening it up so it could slip into my yearning
pussy; it smelled faintly of cherry oak. It`d been sitting in my
dresser for quite a while, it`d been months since I had used it. My
cunt was bare except for the small strip of hair protecting my slit. I
slipped it in; it took no time before I was on my knees bucking against
the toy. I`d never had an orgasm before, I`d never experienced the mind numbing
effects of reaching the point of no return. I think I was a bit jealous
of the girls who could brag about having multiple orgasms with their
men, simply for the fact that I couldn`t even have a single orgasm. But
nonetheless I was lying on my back panting and sweating heavily after
acting out my fantasy as I plunged the vibrator into my aching pussy. I
burrowed underneath the heavy comforter on my bed, finding myself in
the arms of the man in the subway. I was skirting the edge of sleep
when I rolled over and set my alarm for Thursday morning.
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