It was almost time. James was on top of her, his face red and sweaty. He stiffened and she could feel him squirting into her. With a groan he rolled off of her and lay on the bed, panting. Once again he didn't bother to bring her to orgasm.
She didn't feel like a woman anymore, she felt like a tool. One that was used whenever James felt like it. They started using lubrication about 2 months ago, because she wasn't getting aroused at all.
She longed for the passionate evening on the balcony, and the morning in the shower with her mystery lover. It had been over a month and he hadn't appeared again.
"I'm going to take a shower" she told James, rolling out of bed. But he was already fast asleep, as usual.
The spray felt good on her skin. She just stood under it, enjoying the feeling of the water running over her body. She imagined her last encounter with her mystery man. His strong hands on her body, his warm tongue pleasuring her.
She slipped a finger between her labia and teased herself lightly. She was already slick with excitement. Slowly, taking her time, she rubbed her clit, imagining his finger there. He would be teasing her, bringing her to the very edge and keeping her there. Only allowing her to orgasm when he decided. It would be beautiful torture.
She realised that she was already very close. She tried to tease herself, to keep herself on the edge like he did, but she couldn't take it anymore. She quickened her pace, her orgasm overtaking her. For a while nothing mattered. The pleasure was all that existed. Then it was gone, and she was alone in the shower again.
She wished that her mystery man were here, or that James would wake up and realise what an idiot he was being. She still loved him, but she longed to be treated like a woman, not just a sex toy. Tears filled her eyes, and she sank to the shower floor, frustrated and alone.
She had called up a friend, early the next morning, inviting her out for a day of shopping. They spent the day browsing from shop to shop, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Now, as she walked to her car, she felt the familiar feeling of dread washing over her.
She wondered if James would want to use her again tonight. It was late so maybe he'd be sleeping already. Nearing her car, she realised that hers was the only one there. The car park was dark, making her nervous. Hurriedly she packed her bags in the car and walked to the driver's door.
"Hello Jenna." She screamed and whirled around. She could make out his silhouette in the weak light.
"I'm sorry that I scared you, but I had to see you again." She remembered that deep voice well, and her heart began to thump for a different reason.
"Where were you?" she nearly screamed. "I thought you had forgotten about me!"
He walked closer and took her face gently in his hands. Bending down he kissed her, lightly at first, but then deeper and more passionately as she pulled his head closer to hers. She lost all track of time. They could have been standing there for seconds or hours. Finally, he pulled away.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I had matters to take care of."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he placed his finger across her lips, gently silencing her. Then he bent his head down and kissed her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair as his lips worked magic on her skin. Gently he pushed her backwards until she was leaning against her car. He sank to his knees and lifted up her mini-skirt.
She felt him kiss her most intimate parts through the thong that she was wearing. Grabbing his head, she pushed his face into her, craving more pressure. She heard him chuckle and felt her thong sliding to one side. Then his tongue pushed between her labia and found her slick clit.
