Friday morning broke with a rumble as thunderstorms rolled through the area. Karen rolled over and looked at her alarm clock and after a moment of typical morning confusion she realized it was about twenty minutes before her alarm was going to wake her. Falling back asleep would just make it that much harder to wake up so she rolled over and turned her alarm off. She propped herself up on a pillow and picked her tablet up off the nightstand to check her email.
She laughed, noticing another email from her, now, ex-boyfriend. Surely another apology, figuring a couple new trinkets would soothe her hurt feelings as they usually did. The first apology was a delivery from a local jewelry store that arrived at ten the previous morning. She had refused the delivery and he had called her soon after. She told him they were done and even told him that she had met someone else and slept with him. His response that he understood and forgave her had sent her into orbit. So condescending, like it was all about him. What he didn't understand was that she now understood that she deserved better than a pudgy, bald, married man who placed her at best third behind his job and his wife. Since then he had sent about ten emails, all of which she had deleted without reading. She wasn't sure what would happen with Dave, but she was sure that she was done with that clown.
She turned off the tablet and sat for a moment listening to the thunder rumble outside. The normal morning sunlight through her bedroom curtains was reduced by the overcast skies outside and the occasional flash of lightning made it very relaxing. She reached over and checked her phone, still no call or texts from Dave. She hadn't expected one this soon, she was the one who had said a couple days, but she still hoped. As a matter of fact, she had checked her phone almost constantly the day before, hoping.
She began to think about Dave, about their evening together and about the things she was hoping to do with him in the future. Her hand slid down between her legs and she began to slowly play with her clit as she imagined Dave's tongue circling it. Wearing just a t-shirt to bed every night made her occasional morning sessions easier, no panties to deal with. Her clit swelled as her mind and finger combined to increase her arousal. Her other hand pushed her t-shirt up above her breasts as she closed her eyes and imagined Dave's dick, it looked so perfect as he had stepped into the tub with her, an image she could not get out of her mind. Her nipple responded as she teased it and her other hand began to rub her clit in circles.
As much as she loved being with a man, there were some parts of masturbation that Karen loved even more. The silkiness of her pussy lips as they began to get damp and that first touch as her fingers slid between her lips. No man could seem to master that touch and she relished it. Her finger slid between her wet lips and eased inside her. Thunder rumbled louder outside as she moaned softly, the storm getting closer and closer. With a finger still inside her, she rolled over and pulled open the top drawer of her nightstand and grabbed her vibrator. It was light blue plastic, about four inches long and had been getting quite a workout lately.
She pressed the little rubber button on the end twice and felt it come to life as she moved it down and pressed it against her clit. Gasping as the hard plastic hit her swollen clit, then pressing her head back into her pillow and pushing the vibrator harder against her swollen nub. A second finger slid inside her pussy and she began sliding her fingers in and out while the vibrator pressed against her clit. 'Heaven', she thought as she felt herself building toward a quick orgasm. She hit the button the vibrator a couple more times, making it vibrate more intensely and driving her faster toward her goal. Fingers drove deep inside and she could feel the juices begin to flow, soaking her hand.
Driving her hips up and moaning loudly her orgasm began. Lightening flashed and thunder roared as she thrashed on her bed, kicking the sheets and blanket off the end of the bed. She let the pressure slightly off the vibrator but left it on her clit as her orgasm began to subside. Legs squeezing together, body on pins and needles, her clit so sensitive but she wanted more. WIthout taking the vibrator off her clit she rolled over and pulled her legs up underneath her. Her empty hand went to her clit and began rubbing while the vibrtator moved to her ass. It was warm and slick from her pussy and she wiggled the tip around the rim of her asshole, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Easing the little vibrator into her ass, muffling a squeal in her pillow, her fingers urgently rubbing her clit.
She loved anal play, it was what set good sex apart from amazing sex for her. She plunged the vibrator into her ass, feeling it rumbling inside as the thunder rumbled and cracked outside and rain pelted her bedroom window. Harder and faster she fucked her ass with the vibrator while her fingers madly rubbed her clit. She was panting now, her body on fire, waves of pleasure shooting through her body. She let out a loud squeal as she reached another orgasm, letting go of the vibrator and clamping down on it with her ass while her fingers worked her clit to extend the pleasure as long as she could. Finally, as a wave of pleasure washed over her, she slid her legs back and dropped onto her stomach, the vibrator still going in her ass. Reaching up she turned it off, breathing hard, her heart racing and slowly sliding it out of her ass.
Rolling onto her back, she tossed the vibrator onto the nightstand and lay there catching her breath. God how she loved to cum like that first thing in the morning. She lay there for a few more minutes before sliding out of bed and heading for the shower.
On the other side of town at that same time, Dave woke to the sound of thunder and rain from outside his hotel room. He rolled quickly out of bed and threw on his workout clothes. His workout had the same renewed energy as yesterday and once again returned to his room bathed in sweat and breathing hard. As he walked into the room he noticed the indicator on his phone flashing so he picked it up and looked, Joan had called while he was working out. She hadn't left a message.
"Fuck." he said under his breath. He really didn't want to talk to her, not this morning. He was in too good a mood to deal with her. But, on the other hand, it was probably better to deal with her now than put it off, so he touched the missed call icon on the screen and lifted the phone to his ear.
The phone rang twice and Joan answered. "Hi."
"You need something?" he asked. He didn't feel like chatting, figured he'd get right to the point.
"You never responded to my texts." she said.
"Actually, I didn't read them." he answered.
"Dave, that was low. Karen is my friend. That was hurtful."
Dave laughed. "Rather judgmental for someone who was sucking off the neighbor aren't you."
Joan fumed on the other end of the phone. "You asshole. I told you I was sorry about that. Why can't you forgive me?"
Dave was quiet for a second. He was remembering what his lawyer had told him about not getting into it with her. "Did you need anything else or did you just call to tell me what an asshole I am?"
The fact that he was being so calm just pissed her off more. "You bastard. I hope you fuckin die. You have no right to..."
Dave clicked end and set the phone down. So much for dealing with her. This wasn't over, but if he knew her, the next barrage would be a bunch of texts. Seemed better to have it in writing. She was trying to get alimony, for what he had no idea, and maybe some examples of her patented rage would help if they ever ended up in court. Anyway, nothing was going to ruin his day so he picked the phone up, pulled up her contact and set a custom ringtone and text alert to silent. Off to the bathroom where he shaved, showered and dressed then headed down to his car.
Breakfast this morning was was a plate of corned beef hash and eggs at another local diner before heading into the office. He walked by Brad's office and saw the light on but Brad wasn't there. Setting his briefcase down in his office, he grabbed his coffee cup and went to the kitchen. Brad was standing next to the coffee machine talking to one of the junior managers. They were smiling and laughing and Brad turned as smiled as Dave walked in. "Morning Dave."
Dave smiled and poured a cup of coffee. "How are you Brad? John?"
John nodded. "Good thank you sir."
Dave laughed and rolled his eyes. "John, please, I hate being called sir. I'm Dave, remember."
John nodded. "Sorry Dave, old Marine habits are hard to break."
Dave laughed and nearly spit coffee, "Yeah, I'm starting to notice that." and headed back to his office.
