Standing under the shower, she felt a warm glow spreading through her body as she soaped her breasts and felt her nipples hardening. One hand was drawn down across her belly, massaging the mound above her sex and increasing the feeling of warmth.
The other played gently with a nipple and she found herself spreading the thickening lips of her sex as the stimulation increased.
Closing her eyes and throwing her head back under the streaming water, anticipatory sexual images flickered in her mind. She could distinguish the flow of juices from the water cascading between her legs and, stepping out into a warm towelling robe, she patted her body dry. Still her sex dripped and moistened her thighs. She was ready. More than ready. How would she be received?
It had been three days now. Three days of hunger for his cock. All she had been able to think of. Needed to stop wearing shorts as the juice was showing through. Short skirts and even then no knickers. They just became saturated in a few seconds when she thought about what she wanted to do to him. So many secret orgasms imagining his cum.
She wondered if he'd noticed. It had been hard to keep a short skirt down, especially in a low chair! She sort of hoped he had. Had appreciated the odd glimpse of her sex. Her girlfriend had and tipped her a sly wink, with a nod towards her crotch and a querulous eyebrow.
They were sharing a room and she had probably noticed her masturbating as well. It had proved impossible to keep her fingers out of her cunt during the hot, restless nights. Nor reach a silent climax. Two or three big ones in rapid succession with her mind filled with how she imagined he would fuck her. Even a few real quickies in the sunshine when nobody was looking. Hopefully. Though she was really beyond caring.
The day at the nudist beach been almost impossible. He'd been quick to strip and watched her pretty closely as she peeled of the single thin shift she wore. There it was, all she desired, hanging beautifully and even within reach. He'd taken the next sunbed and stayed on his back most of the time. She did the same and made sure she parted her legs when he glanced at her cunt, hoping that maybe he'd spot the glistening readiness and she might just trigger an erection. She thought she had once because he flipped a towel over and ran quickly into the sea, returning a few minutes later with a little less dangle than before.
When he'd dozed she'd come under her towel and her erect nipples had drawn a few admiring glances.
Nothing came of her efforts and they drove home in the evening.
Of course he'd gone off for dinner somewhere else and she just knew he'd been shagging when she saw him the next morning.
Why wouldn't he? There was nothing between them. Yet. She didn't even know whether he fancied her. Spotted a few scratches on his shoulders and back which just increased her lust for him. She didn't care who he shagged...lucky bitches...move over and let me get under him!
Now it was time to make her move. To find out. There was no choice. All or nothing.
Her breathing quickened with her arousal, an arousal with an intense, overpowering and irresistible urge to be satisfied. An urge she had never felt with quite the same intensity.
She was prepared to give anything and everything that was demanded of her. And to take enjoy the pleasures in so doing. She had never felt so much like a woman, a sexual woman, almost a sexual animal. Never had such an appetite which craved satisfaction.
Taking a deep breath she felt her heart rate rising in anticipation of slaking her passionate thirst.
She walked silently though the sleeping house to his closed door. Didn't want to wake the girl she shared a room with. Her pulse was racing. She slipped off the bathrobe and stood naked in the darkness. She brushed her fingers across her belly and into her moist cunt. It was surely ready.
She listened and could hear the sound of steady breathing coming from the room. She hesitated and then gently turned the knob, pushed the door open and slipped inside the room.
In the glow of a nightlight her body took on a rosy tint, emphasised by her reaction to the growing sexual excitement. He lay on his back, covered by a thin white sheet. She could see the outline of his body and her eyes were drawn to the line of his powerful thighs and the bulge that lay between them. It looked the right sort of size and, peering intently at the dim outline, she guess he was naked under the sheet.
Nervously she approached the bed and gently lifted the sheet, drawing it down to reveal the sleeping body. Her sex tightened and the flow of juices intensified. She felt an almost uncontrollable urge to be penetrated - more or less by anything, anywhere - and again controlled her breathing to calm the passion down. It would be satisfied soon enough she felt. If not by him then by her own hand.
His cock lay quiet across one thigh. Fat and uncircumcised she felt the urge to take it and stroke it and lick it but held back. But she didn't want to wake him yet.
She moved to the left side of the bed and took a position where she could comfortably reach his cock. Bending, she took rolled one of his nipples between her fingers and gently licked the other. After a few seconds he began to stir and she quickly stood upright, pleased to see his cock stirring slightly. Still sleeping, one of his hands slid down and massaged it.
