It was a cold, blustery January morning. The snow was falling lightly. You had just left for work. The memory of the night before's love making still fresh in my memory. You did everything so perfect. I couldn't have asked for more. You brought the woman out in me so many times, so easily. you possess the Midas touch.
The more I thought of the night before, the warmer I seemed to get. I could no longer contain myself. I went up to our love nest, and put on my favorite garter and stockings. And my heels. I could still feel your touches from the night before. The mere thought of them, the higher my passion level rose. I lightly caressed my own body. Feeling all my nerves come alive. I closed my eyes and imagined your touches. A fire arose within me. Passion beyond compare.
As, I sat of the bed, loving my own body, with the imagination of your touch, I could no longer control my urges. I reached into the night stand drawer, and got our favorite toy. I placed it on the bed, and lowered my body on to it slowly, feeling every inch slide inside me. As, I reached it's bottom, I began to slowly ride our love toy. My hands caressing my ample bosom, as the joy of your imagined touches, over took me.
Oblivious to my surroundings, and unaware you had come back home and came up the steps and was standing there watching me and the bliss I was bringing myself. My eyes closed as I imagined it was you I was making love to.
Seeing my pleasure rising, you cleared your throat. The noise startled me, and I stopped. You said, "Please don't stop on my account Dear. I love watching you please yourself." I smiled back wickedly, and started my ride again, with you there watching me.
