I groan, laying in the creaky bed alone. I stare up at the ceiling, following a spider walk across the fan. I glance at my phone, it's only seven a.m. You're asleep on the couch in the living room, no doubt sporting morning wood that I would love to wrap my lips around. Just thinking about it makes my smooth pussy start to cream. We have been at your grandparents farm for going on six days, and it had been over a week since I've had a decent orgasm. I quietly got out of bed and looked in the mirror, rubbing my sleepy brown eyes. I smoothed down my brown and blonde hair, letting my fingers trail down over my 36 C cup breasts, down my tight stomach. I looked at the girl in the mirror and smiled, 'Not bad,' I thought to myself. Eighteen years old, 5"3 and 100 pounds. My fingers played with the edge of my tank top, before I began to peel it off, letting it fall to the floor. My tits were perky, pink nipples hard from my arousal. I watched in the reflection as I cupped each breast, tugging on my nipples. I let out a soft groan, and slip my thumbs into the sides of my pajama shorts, letting them drop before I crawled back into bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I started running my finger up and down my wet slit. My fingers parted my pussy lips, and liquid leaked down to my ass, providing plenty of lubrication to play in. With one finger I began to rub my clit, my other fingers pinching and pulling on my nipples. I was already so close!
"Hey, Lauren?" knuckles rapped at the closed door. I groaned. It was gone.
"Yes grandma?" I called through the door, sitting up. I tugged on a pair of daisy dukes, a push up bra and a white tank top, before opening the door.
"Come out and help me in the garden, could ya?" she asked, swatting me on the butt.