It was another lonely summertime Nox, hot and humid. She sat in her living elbow room, sweet tea in hand wearing nothing but short and a tank top. Since her divorce, this was her pattern nightly routine. The infant was numb and the star sign was painstakingly tranquillity. She mostly hated when the nights came but tonight was different. Her large motion picture windows were unfastened and her white sheers were whipping in the wind. It looked like a view from a beach house whose doorway were always exposed to receive in the cinch that smelled of the ocean nebulizer. There was a low rumbling of nose drops in the distance and streak of lightning barely visible in her country dwelling. She prayed for rain. The slow and steady kind that played a air like little teardrops falling on her tin ceiling. Those nighttime provided the perfect environment for the mysterious sleep she desperately needed.
The bed being empty-bellied had not been a problem to produce her quiescence problem. Even when her ex was in their bed, he was never present. He was there to touch but never there to support. He was never there to comfort or offer constructive conversation. He would not talk but yell and belittle. He would more often than not creep his vile body onto hers, finish his human action and then roller over and snore so loudly it gave her a headache. He did not even nettle to pick himself off causing there to be a crusty layer of his secretion on the sheets in the morning. This disgusted her. She felt gaudy and used. She never let him see her cry as she washed the tabloid the future cockcrow. He would come home and be gone again. This repeated for what felt like an eternity. With every change of the sheet of paper, she lost section of her soul. Every tear that stained her shirt was a part of meat that broke. She felt like this was all she was good for.
She was lonely. She craved the aid and affection of someone who was very much a man. She did not hump who this man was but dreaming never hurt anyone. In her mind, she crafted the perfect man. He was improbable, gloomy and handsome. His hair was as black as coal and his eye as blue as the decipherable summer sky when there was not a cloud in site. The way he walked had role. His confidence radiating from his body like steam from a hot bowl of grit. He was educated and challenged her intellectually. She needed a real conversation. A two class old, while precious, could only say so much. He had to be passionate. He needed to match her stroke for strode and stride for stride. He had to be uncoerced to delight and leave to let her occasionally take the reins.
Her womanhood started to prickle in a way that it had not in ages. What was her body telling her ? She knew it had been a while since she had felt a freeing. It had been almost a year since she had felt the ghost of a man and even then she rarely had been pushed to the point of climax. When was the last time she had an orgasm ?"Oh, this is so sad,"she thought to herself. She had always been a sexually charged adult female. She enjoyed the pursual but she enjoyed being caught. She had always enjoyed the art of sex. It was never just about the sexual climax but the way you reached it. Experimenting had always been her favored thing. She loved to try new things. Maker how she loved to have it away outdoors. The peril of being caught while fucking like wild animals in the heat of nighttime like this one sent over the edge and caused her to cum like crazy. It would often run down her ramification and intoxicate whatever happened to be underneath her."Those were the days,"she whispered to herself.
The more she thought the more flushed she became. She was getting very hot and bothered. It had been ages since she was this flustered. She was beginning to consider doing something about this."It might help oneself me sleep,"her interior sexual deviant pleaded with her trying to win over her to become a woman once more. What could it hurt ? The infant was asleep after all and she was the solitary one abode. She was already almost nude seeing as her shorts and tank top barely covered her sensual curvature. Her now one rail brain, caused her to drift to her sleeping accommodation leaving the windows wide open. As she made her way to her bedroom, she shed her two pieces of clothing leaving them in the hallway. Her fag size bed was vast for her petite but voluptuous torso. She did not even trouble to pull back the white duvet or withdraw the many pillows that covered the bed. All she could call up about was reaching her climax. She was biting her lower berth lip in prediction for what was to get. She started moving her hands down her body. Cupping her orotund subdued breasts and the slightly pinching her pinky supple tit. A harsh breathe came from late within as her trunk awaken. As she glided her hands over her flat stomach she moaned with the lightheaded sound barely audible to anyone who might be outside her unresolved windowpane. She touched her thighs with the softest tactile sensation and her lady routine were starting to moisten. She let her finger graze the sheep pen of velvet. A wave of sensation causing her body to quiver. It had been so long since she had felt anything in that region of her body. It took her breathe away. As she began to rub faster, her breathing time quickened and her finger's breadth became wet with own fluids. She let her middle finger slip into her as she rubbed her clit the former script. She found her innate beat, fast but unfluctuating. The more she played the wetting agent she got. Her mind drifted to that magniloquent handsome man. She longed to fill his spit pressed against her clitoris. Licking fast with pressure behind it. His finger going in and out while he licked and sucked on her glorious pussycat. Oh she longed for him to fuck her. To be between her legs, squeezing her tits as he pounded her fast and hard. She wanted him to turn her over and put her on all quaternity. She needed to finger him pound her from behind with his finger wrapped in her hair. The more she thought about this the tightlipped she got to orgasm. Her judgement kept drifting to this sexy unknown. The raw passion they shared in her brain caused her pussy to contract bridge. She knew her dismissal was near. She continued to thumb her tight and moist womanhood. Her moans and rallying cry getting louder and louder. Her body began to excite and with a rushing aureole and loud scream she came so unvoiced her bed was soaking wet. Tonight, she did not care who could hear or that her bed was wet. She slept for the first time in over a yr and her windows would still be open in the sunup .