I woke with anticipation of sexual play, but at the moment I felt frustrated and bothered, almost immorally wanton with desire for a man at my beckoned call.
It was the end of the week. I was just feeling kind of 'blobbish' after a long holiday weekend. Tired, irritable, moody and tearful, I left work early. I was not feeling like doing anything except reading and relaxing for the remainder of the afternoon.
In my solitude and privacy, I laid on the bed feeling sorry for myself. In the isolation and seclusion of my thoughts and feelings, I lay in bed fatigued. I wasn't quite sure why I was so moody. I wasn't quite sure what was wrong with me today. I felt useless and unmotivated.
As I lay on the daybed, I drifted into a light slumber while having lustful and immodest thoughts.
Impious and licentious, not feeling restrained in the least, I knew what I needed. I needed lovemaking before my husband Ken came home from work. He would probably be exhausted after the rush of the work week. I needed satisfaction now.
Intensely impure and tainted, I began touching and rubbing myself dispersing the warmth of my gentle hands on my soft body and pale skin. I began to relax as I drifted into a heavier sleep, despite the daylight, the traffic noise and the pedestrians walking their dogs outside my window.
I was thinking that I needed some intense orgasms. Not the gentle and tender kind of orgasm, but the intense and forceful type that would leave me satisfied, fulfilled and reenergized.
Hmmm. What should I do next; alone with my ideas and inspiration; planning my next moves in my anticipation while in slumber of lustful dreams? I lay on my stomach, prepared to embark on my quest for an intense orgasm.
***
At this juncture, I heard the door open slowly. I was too lethargic and drowsy to be interrupted by an intrusion. Too inconvenienced by the vexation that was interrupting my sexual thoughts, I continued to sleep naked flatly on my stomach. The covers were thrown off and pulled off to the side of me. I was uncovered and exposed in nudity. I was out in the bare open as I heard the opened door.
As I lay on my bed unassumably, a pair of hands began massaging my shoulders and arms. I felt soft and tender loving lips on my mouth and then touching my neck with dozens of butterfly kisses. My neck was then rubbed and stroked so much to my delight and contentment while I lay motionless and frozen with the enchantment of lust.
As the stranger continued to touch me, my wrists were worked melodiously and my fingers were kneaded sensuously. This stranger ran his hands up my neck manipulating my temples and massaging the top of my head until I was woozy and faint.
Lightheaded and almost giddy, I wanted to turn over but the weight of my slumber and enjoyment wouldn't let me budge an inch from where I lay naked stripped in an unadulterated state of spotlight and exposure.
In torturous agony, I felt paralyzed. The famine of my hunger for sex increased my appetite for more stimulation. Giving into my selfishness and coveted desire for ultimate intensity, I laid powerless and numb in anticipation of an overwhelming orgasm.
"But, not too soon impatient woman," I convinced myself willfully.
Next, I felt the soothing, gentle touch of a tongue going up and down the middle of my back and spine while my shoulders were still being manipulated with strong hands. The stranger's hands squeezed my back pressing against my ribs gently and arousingly.
I felt the tingling of heat and release of my blood, sinuously flowing throughout my entire body. With a fervor awareness and eagerness, I impatiently sought more.
Moving his brazen hands down towards my thighs, he continued to maneuver my body more compellingly. His chafing of my inner thighs caused me to moan in ecstasy.
In my inner thoughts, I was begging for him to stroke my aching pussy but he wouldn't. Instead, he continued to increase my meandering torment of amplifying pleasure with his masculine touch.
"Just wait and linger sweetheart till you can't take anymore," the stranger murmured.
I tried to hold my fire inside but my blood was boiling in a torrid blistering inferno centered inside my loins. The cool air conditioning wafted across my nude and erotically beleaguered body. I couldn't move. I wouldn't move. I didn't move.
Bending my knees towards my ass, the stranger massaged my calves while raising and sucking my toes. The sucking of my toes was so erotic spasms at this point causing my hot pussy to pulsate uncontrollably. The harder he sucked my toes while massaging my feel the better the sensation I was feeling in my pussy.
As fingers trickled between my thighs and teased the outer labia my clit, reaching the mound of Venus, I yearned for his 'langer' inside of me.
He stalled sticking his cock inside of me while he was provoking me and teasing my pussy causing a deeper desire for him inside of me.
***
As he blindfolded me and pulled my long brown hair back, tying it with a ribbon that lay on the table, he turned me over and began kissing me furiously.
Who was this person? This man felt familiar but peculiar at the same time.
I managed to reach for his cock which was enlarged, inflamed and substantial.
The stranger clutched my shoulders with his open crasp and gently laid me down on the bed. He felt my arms while filtering back up and down me, touching my enlarged nipples and tits. With my erect nipples in his mouth, I feared what was about to transpire next.
