"Finally," Jenna said tossing her keys and purse on the kitchen counter. It had been a long busy day and she was looking forward to nothing more than some down time. Stopping at the fridge, she poured herself a glass of wine, carrying it to her bedroom.
Stepping out of her heels on her way, she peeled out of her grey pencil skirt and pink silk blouse leaving them in a puddle on the floor where they fell from her trim, tight body. Left in her garter and stockings, she padded across the room to a collection of movies stacked neatly next to the flat screen TV. Pulling her favourite from its case, she slid it into the movie slot on the DVD player and moved smoothly over the satin comforter on her bed to settle in the middle. Propping all her pillows behind her she sipped the wine, feeling its relaxing effect take hold.
Turning her attention to the images on the screen, she allowed her hands to roam freely over her body. Massaging her pert breasts until the nipples harden into wanton pink peaks, she explored further, her hand coming to rest on the mound between her legs. Rubbing gently over the entire surface, she liked the feel of her hairless skin encased in the lace of her panties, so soft and delicate under her palm. Allowing her knees to fall apart and relax, her hand continued to explore her soft curves. The images on the screen becoming more intense, her body responding to her touch, moistened. Sliding her fingers under the lace and pulling it to the side, she fingered her clit, stroking it gently, letting the warmth build. She liked the slow teasing way her body would rush forward in anticipation, and then withdraw, only to rush forward again more eager. Slipping a long manicured finger into her wet pussy, a soft moan escaped her lips. Using both hands, Jenna slipped one finger into her warmth, while the other stroked her clit hard and aching. Her back arching to press harder into her palms as they played her organ enthusiastically.
She was left to pleasure herself, since her break up from Josh. It's not that she hadn't had offers, but none of them appealed to her quite like Ben. His rugged physique and deep voice sent shivers of lust through her when she saw him.
"See him." She amused herself, she saw him every morning. She would watch him and his lethal movements from behind the brim of her coffee cup. The way he moved through the house getting ready for work. His tight faded Levis caressing the solid bulge in the front. His t – shirt hugging his rippled abs and tight pecs. He had become her fantasy and she thought of him often and in great detail. Her fingers moved on their own when she imagined him stroking her, his mouth coming down on hers.
"Mind if I help?" his voice startled her.
"Hi, I wasn't expecting you home."
"I can tell," he said smiling as he entered the room and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge.
As his hand wandered up her stocking covered outstretched leg, she could feel the rough skin of his labourers' hands through the delicate fabric. The texture against her skin was electrifying. In weaker moments she often wondered what they would feel like touching her. Now she knew. Trying not to over think the implications of them together, she let the sensations his touch was triggering in her body take over. Her fingers still stroking her hot core, his moving ever closer to her sweet spot, she sank deeper into her mattress.
He pulled closer to her on the bed, shortening his reach to her body. Bending he pushed a finger inside her slicking along hers, he moved in opposite rhythms. Slow and steady he was pushing her higher. Lower his mouth to her glossy pussy, he sucked her clit in between his teeth, nibbling on her tender lips gently.
