I was idly gazing out of the bus window. People were rushing along this busy street. Rush hour, one of the risky times to be on the bus and I was looking forward to get house.

Shower, food, depart the new Good Book I found at the charity shop and maybe outcry David.

It was unearthly how he had changed me, my life. Just two days ago I had been at his place, spent a whole weekend with him in fact, and I already missed him.

Just as I was thinking of him the bus pulled up at a stop. hoi polloi were getting off, others queuing to get on. As my gaze focussed I realized I was looking directly at the crotch of some guy. Faded jeans, tight fitting an leaving not much to imagination. Maybe the size it would be, when it got knockout. I smiled, felt the familiar twang of longing haste through me. Willingly I looked away, only to wait at his hired man. Long, slender finger, able to … I shook my head, still smiling.

Fingers on my consistence, inside me.

St. David, his fingers deep inside me, pushing slowly while his thumb rubbed my sensible clitoris. His clapper playing with my rim, then the other lips, the nipples. His hands gripping my ass tight while I sat on the counter, him buried deep inside me, coming deep inside me.

Home, shower as cold as possible. I stepped out of the computer storage only to realize that I had missed my full point. This had never happened before and I pressed the push button, grabbed my bag and squeezed past the other commuters.

What was happening to me ? We had fucked nearly the whole weekend but I was horny as fuck - again. Or still ?

Cursing I rolled a fag as I made my longer way domicile. This had never happened before. But I had never been with a guy like him before.

The matt I shared with three other guys seemed empty. Quickly I undressed in my room and got a towel. For a farsighted time I just let the aplomb water wash over my body. Finally I started to wash my farseeing haircloth. Hot frump ? set up a Pizza ? Did I have some pie in the fridge ? Somehow I did n't find that hungry any more. Skipping food was always an option.

While I dried myself off I sighed. I would just start up reading now and fix something to eat later on."You 're such an junky ”, I murmured and laughed a little joke. Only wrapped in the towel I went back to my way, grabbed the book snuggled against the top of my bed and started reading.

Usually I get wrapped up in a rule book, get lost in it, am dead to the real human beings. On one occasion I even had read the altogether night even though I had an exam the following day. But not today. Today my mind kept wandering back to the last weekend. I noticed and tried to concentrate again. But I could nearly palpate his tongue circling my nipple. Only when I tried to reread the utmost paragraph I realized that I could experience it. Really feel it. But it was my finger, idly circling my now difficult nipple.

Groaning I tossed the Christian Bible aside. Lying down on the bed I closed my eyes. Slowly I let my hand run over my naked body. My skin felt balmy to the ghost, still wet were my long wet whisker had been.

What did he see in me ? Even with my slender workforce I could track my minuscule bosom. Which I did now. The warmth of my palm against my sensitive nipples. I rubbed them, let my hired man travel further down. All over my flat stomach, slow, tentative. Further down over the large hip finger cymbals my thigh, and up again. Just like his hands had done. Fingers running over my privates. I felt the heat, a longing, the stubbles since I had not shaved since Sunday.

Longingly I ran a digit over my snatch sass, parted them slowly. They spread so easily, nearly without cause. Even though I had showered not long ago I was wet. Exploring the soft wet pulp with my finger's breadth made me sigh. Oh fuck, this felt so adept. Teasing myself I led one finger slue up and down, from the entrance of my greedy pussy to my sensitive clit and back again. I imagined to be my finger his glossa, teasing me, tasting me, licking up my freely flowing juices.

Sighing I spread my legs further apart. Somehow it did not experience right. His fingers then, touching me, exploring. Slowly, all by himself one of my finger's breadth slid inside me. The former one circled my clit, softly, building up the tension.

In an out, deeper. A arcsecond finger followed. I moaned softly as I pulled them out again followed the trail of my wetness. I was so horny. Biting on my lip I rubbed my clit harder, just a bit. How I loved that. All I wanted ... needed ... now was to be fucked. I longed for his touch, his rooster.

I was leaking. All the way down to my ass. Without thinking my finger circled around my asshole. I moaned again as my forefinger finger slid inside. The second gear finger followed and I started to love my ass. Slowly at first, aristocratical picking up speed as I rubbed my button even harder and faster.

It did not take long for me to come. All thoughts ceased as I lay there, panting, fulfill. At to the lowest degree for now.

I woke with a start, pulling my finger out of my ass. My crotch was sticky from my juice. So were my fingers. hoot I had needed that. And to hell with 'we meet once a month'.

grinning I reached for my phone, called David."Hiya, what are your plans for the weekend ? ”