I'd been sleeping next to you and dreaming about you. Dreams so realistic and sexy that I woke up from need. I roll over and snuggle into your back, head on your shoulder.
"Daddy. I woke up and can't fall back asleep. Help?"
You mumble in your sleep and turn your face into your pillow.
"Daddy," I say again, pulling at your arm. "I need you."
"Go to sleep. We both work tomorrow," you murmur drowsily.
"I can't sleep," I complain. "That's the problem. Hmmmph."
I turn back toward the wall, angry at your dismissal of my very serious problem. I consider how much effort it would take to get one of my toys from my drawer. I would have to crawl over you and since you made it clear that I was bothering you...
Fingers, it is.
I pull the blankets over my head and roll onto my stomach so that I can muffle my sounds into the pillow. I slid one hand into my panties and moved my other one to palm my nipple, pull and roll it. I'm not surprised to feel how wet and warm I am, I had been having such a good dream.
We had been sitting next to each other in some type of meeting. Long and boring, by the sounds of it. At first, we were just being silly, poking each other under the table and tangling our feet together. But then you'd put your hand on my thigh and pushed my skirt up, far enough that you could feel that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. And I'd quickly run my fingers across your lap. And then finally, you'd started stroking my clit, then doing your best to fuck me with your fingers. No one watching you would have been the wiser, you were watching the speaker with a polite, rapt expression. I was the one who was having trouble trying to control my face, not gasp or moan as your fingers drove me mad, stroking harder and deeper and -
Mmm. I'm touching myself just like you had been in my dream but I need more. Carefully, I push down my panties until I can kick them off.
You roll over, and I freeze. I listen carefully, leaving my hands where they are. Your deep, sleepy breathing resumes and I sigh.
I give it a couple of minutes before I resume my clandestine movements. I won't pretend that the idea of you catching me isn't turning me on...but I don't really want to explain to you what I'm doing, either.
I'm rubbing my clit in tight circles with my right index and middle fingers, while I pull at my nipples in turn with my left hand. It feels amazing. I'm holding on to the memory of you touching me in my dream, under the table. I take it further and imagine you pulling me up and bending me over the table, pulling up my skirt to fuck me hard. Uncaring of the people around us, letting them watch as you own my body so roughly with your own. The thought is pushing me closer and closer. I'm rolling my hips, grinding down harder onto my slick fingers. My movements are becoming more erratic, my sounds louder despite the pillow.
I don't care. I need to cum. I try my best to muffle my whining noises. I need more. I raise my hips so that I can push my fingers into myself, not caring to hide my movements anymore.
All at once, the blanket is ripped off of me and you're grabbing me by my shoulder to flip me over.
"Daddy -"
"You need it that bad? Then take it. On my fingers, not your own," you say. I gasp as you slide them inside me, somehow feeling so much bigger than mine. I'd already been close, but once you start rubbing my clit with your thumb, I have no chance.
