It's 5:00. She knows he's just getting home from a long day of work. It's the time of day he takes a shower and allows himself a few minutes of thinking of her. It's the time of day she imagines his touch.
He takes off his boots and locks the bathroom door. He looks at himself in the mirror. He pictures her flipping her brown hair over her shoulder before she lowers her beautiful mouth onto him. He sees her sexy brown eyes staring up at him, begging for more. He feels himself grow hard and takes off his pants. He opens his phone and goes to his hidden folder and looks at his favorite picture. Her beautiful large breasts being held in her hands like a gift for him. The only other part of her he can see is her pouty lips. He touches the screen and can feel them, soft and velvety on his. He can hear her voice coming from them, smooth as silk whispering in his ear words far too dirty for such a pretty mouth. "I need you to fuck me right now. I want you inside me."
He grabs his cock and starts to stroke it, remembering the last time she had her hand on him, moving smooth and easy like she was born to do it. When they're together she can't stop touching him, like she's trying not to break the connection, like she's memorizing every piece of him. He turns on the shower and steps in. He remembers her wet body pressed up against the door, her head tilted back in pleasure, her hands on her own tits. He can practically hear her moans as his mouth created waves throughout her body. He remembers her taste, the sweetness, his favorite flavor. He can feel her strong thighs wrapped around his body tightly, holding him inside her. He kept stroking himself at a steady pace, but didn't want the fantasy to end, because he didn't want to step back out to the real world where thoughts of her were taboo.
She lay on the bed with her vibrator. She'd long since given it a secret nickname, one she also called him when they were alone. She spread her legs and felt the familiar wetness that comes when she can't get him off her mind. Knowing he was right at that moment thinking of her made it worse. She turned her vibrator on low and slowly entered her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and saw him over her with his icy blue stare that she felt deep in her soul. Sometimes when he looked at her the desire in his eyes was so strong it took her breath away. She could picture his hair, a little too long for some people, but exactly right for her fingers to run through and grasp a handful when his face is buried between her legs. His face had enough facial hair to leave burns on her inner thighs, something that reminds her of him for hours.
