The road stood quiet as Lorna slipped from her car and closed the door, locking it. She glanced across at her house, number 28, noticing that the Russian vine was under control for once and was in full bloom. The Clematis was also showing itself in full glory, the combination of the two, pleasing in the afternoon sunlight. As Lorna neared the front door she was surprised at the strength of the scent from the flowers.
Slipping the key into the lock, she let herself into the house, which as if in greeting creaked and groaned. Lorna liked to feel as if the old place welcomed her arrival like an old dog eager to greet her on her return.
Her mood was good for it had been an easy day at work and the warm drive home through the country lanes had relaxed her considerably. So instead of changing out of her work clothes, she settled into her favourite chair, her sense of euphoria increasing. Closing her eyes, it outwardly appeared that she slept, she was far from tired however. As her chest began to slowly rise and fall, her fantasy began to take over.
Imperceptibly Lorna's nipples began to harden as the erectile tissue began to fill with her excitement. Clearly they began to show through the light gauzy material of her summer dress. As they stood proud, they began to rub on the lacy bra that she wore, increasing her sexual intensity.
In the heavy atmosphere of the room, Lorna's thoughts became almost visible as she enacted out the fantasy. One hand rose to caress her taut nipples, the other slipped slowly to her thigh where it appeared to rest. In fact it was ever so slowly raising the hem of the dress.
The man in her dreams looked very much like her husband, as he stood watching her with obvious delight. Was it he that tugged at her dress? His dark coloured eyes were entrancing as his gaze was unmoving. The slow raising of Lorna's dress was coupled with a slight parting of her thighs. There was a gasp of in-taken breath as white silk covered thighs finally came into view. The thicker white banding at the top of the stocking shortly followed then a small expanse of tanned flesh above, the fastening to the suspender clearly visible. Lorna felt slight pressure on her legs as if hands gently rested there, as her legs were slowly pushed further apart.
Lorna's hands began releasing the buttons down the front of her gown, she was unable to resist the feelings any longer, so slid a hand onto the firm rounded mound that was her breast. The coolness of her hand produced a gasp as she squeezed the nipple hard. It was her fantasy that was kneeling
between her legs touching her breasts. The dress buttons were undone to the waist. Her firm heaving breasts, topped with extremely erect nipples that had absorbed nearly all of the areola into their creation, were brought into the afternoon sunshine.
Lorna's eyes, which for some moments now had been fixed unseeingly on the window, turned towards the full-length mirror. She became aware of herself. Chest rising and falling erratically, legs apart, one hand teasing her left nipple, the other was resting just above her crotch. She was surprised at just how much the scene excited her. It was almost as if she was looking at someone else. She also realised that she had been teasing herself for some time, masturbating, as her husband would put it. The shock of this realisation quickly subsided when she noticed the growing wet patch on her panties. A damp patch, clearly seen in the mirror, which covered her entire crotch.
With one movement, Lorna went to the kitchen and reaching to the top of the cabinet, she produced a video. She paid no attention to her partial nakedness, despite the fact that there were no curtains at the window and her charms were therefore on display. Checking the time, she made sure that her husband would not be home for some time. Returning to the living room Lorna put the tape into the video recorder, turned on the TV and waited. Yes, that was the right tape. She ran up the stairs and went to the wardrobe, searching for an object that she found after a few minutes. Back downstairs she settled into the chair again, having moved it closer to the TV and the mirror. "Let the fantasy continue", she said.
On the TV, the picture of an erect cock suddenly appeared. It was her husband's cock. The head was glistening as a hand, her hand, pulled back the foreskin. She could feel that cock under her fingers now, feel the hardness and the throbbing. Clive's cock jerked to her touch, the veins standing out proud on his member.
Unnoticed Lorna's fantasy man had returned. Once again he was kneeling between her now outstretched thighs. Her hands returned to their positions on her breast and crotch to mimic the hands of her fantasy.
