it sucks you're working so hard today.
i woke up not two hours after dozing off, naked, tangled in the covers, hot. so early.. dammit, and what else to do but try to sleep again, even if only a little? i have to work again tonight.
my skin felt feverish.. the ceiling fan hadn't been on, i'd forgotten it.. the heat here is heavy, muggy, a little sweat beaded up on the back of my neck, across my back, between my tits... i rolled over, embracing the pillow, baring my back and part of one leg to the air, and dozed fitfully, dreaming of you.
my brain shifted slowly, lazily, from one scene to the next:
meeting you at the airport, so scared, god, and you, so gentle, so accepting of the nerves i tried to hide, so surprised when i couldn't wait anymore and took you between my lips under the sun and wind... ( i wanted to kiss you full on the mouth this last time, to slide my hand across your dick, to feel you under my fingertips, but i'm such a shy girl sometimes)
later the same day, looking into your eyes, your cock sliding in and out of me as we melted into each other, getting to know us.. the heat, there in the semi-dark, and the realization that i wouldn't ever be the same person again, not really, and you felt so good inside me i never wanted it to be over, but i wanted you to cum deep in me, hard, and you did... again, and again