A hot shower on a cold damp evening... just what I needed. I walk into the bedroom, towel loosely clinging to my still damp body... slowly running the brush through my wet hair, mind wandering, relaxed and lazy... god... the bed looks inviting.
I pull the covers back and lay down on the cool crisp sheets. It feels so good against the warm blush still remaining on my skin from the hot shower. Still damp, I pull the towel away and languish in the comfort of the soft mattress.
I reach over to the night table and light a scented candle, turn on the radio to a slow smooth jazz station that matches my relaxed mood and lay back down enjoying the quiet time to myself. Thoughts of you begin to weave in and out of my mind... missing you. The absence of your weight on the bed with me... Wanting you next to me... your warm body against mine... the touch of my foot against yours. The feel of your hand as it cradles my breast while we sleep. Oh baby, I miss you tonight.
I move my hand to rest it lightly on my stomach... slowly, with thoughts of you running through my mind... my fingers lightly graze the softness of my tummy... moving over it... a whisper of a touch as it moves to my breast... my skin is smooth, soft and warm... still slightly damp... it feels good. My nails gently move across a nipple... it responds immediately by budding to a hard button. A warm flush creeps over me as my hands moves over my breast... mmmmm
My other hand creeps slowly along my waist... up over my tummy... and moves down toward the warmth now created from my own touches. I continue to caress and stimulate my breast and nipple... little biting shock waves, as I flick and pull at it, like you do. I miss you... I want you so much... my hand reaches past the warm moistness of my pussy and lightly caresses my inner thigh... trailing fingers through soft hair... feeling the warm opening... running my finger over it... up and down... not probing... just teasing myself.
I close my eyes... the candlelight dancing against the walls plays patterns against my face that I can see, even with them closed... the sensuous music playing... my finger easily moves into the moist heat of my slit... and slowly... I move it over the hard bud... down the creamy hot fold and into me. Wanting it to be you. And amid the music, my excitement, and pleasure, I don't hear you open the door.