Ever since Jeff’s passing a year and a half ago, I changed emotionally. It took some time but I guess I grew into a much more confident and self assured person. I was much more in control. I guess I also became more philosophical. I am much more inclined to speak my mind and enjoy life to the fullest that I was back then.
On this crisp, cold winter’s day, riding though the beautiful rolling hills of the eastern countryside, knowing that I was on my way to see my two closest friends in the world, I was fully aware that I was now much more likely act on my inner desires. As we got to within a half an hour of Bob and Linda’s country home, I let my fantasies loose. They were strong vivid sexual incarnations, complete with virtual sounds, textures and smells. My mind had little trouble with recalling these sensations despite the fact that it was over 18 months since I had anything more than my memories to comfort me.
The crystal clear mental enactments that I was now enjoying had very real physical effects. I could feel a queasiness form in my stomach. A familiar warmth and wetness started to build between my legs. My sexual eagerness was being comforted by the discrete caresses of my fingers. Much more would be required. I re-checked the control for the privacy screen. I slowly slid my long skirt up over my knees and high up on my thighs. There was now no need for it to provide any warmth. I lifted up my left leg and placed my foot on the counter of the limo’s bar. Even to me, my leg looked enticingly sexy, being unconventionally separated from the other one and covered from mid-calf on down in a black leather boot.
My hand now had unencumbered access to the source of my passion. I made no pretense about my touches now. I wanted to feel my body rack uncontrollable in the throws of a deep orgasm. My hand vigorously rubbed the outside of my wet panties in long firm strokes. My right leg now mirrored the left. One foot now rested on each extreme of the limo’s width. My breathing became deep and erratic. My hand rubbed faster and harder. My other hand firmly massaged my aching breasts through the material of my over coat. My eyes were closed and my head swayed from side to side causing my long hair to streak about my face. It was deep penetration I now craved and so I provided it. I squeezed my breast and simultaneously pressed two fingers deep into my pussy. I gasped with the sensation of fulfillment. I fabricated the concept of a cock now performing its magic deep inside me. I fabricated the weight of a man pressing down on me as he thrust in and out of my willing body, rubbing his pubic bone hard against my protruding clitoris. I silently screamed with passion, encouraging him to please me, to use my body to please himself, to bring me to climax, to make me come, to come in me. My hand stopped at the very instant of my orgasm, fingers pressed in as far as they would go. My chest heaved wildly, seemingly trying to inhale and exhale at the same time. My fingers felt my internal muscular twitches and convulsions and the wet sputterings of my pussy. I quaked in the aftermath of my orgasm with my eyes shut tight and my fingers pressed deep inside me, my hand wet and slippery between my legs.
It took several moments before I regained my composure. It took several more before I removed my wet hand from between my legs. The scent of my sex was already evident but as I brought my hand closer to my face, it grew with delightful intensity. I kissed them and licked my fingers in reward for a surrogate job well done but I wished I licking, tasting and looking at an engorged cock shimmering with my cum. Such was the power and intensity of my desires and imagination.
To Be Continued...
