She lay in bed waiting for the alarm clock to go off one more time. As her mind cleared she instinctively ran through the list of all of her scheduled appointments for that day. She heard her husband doing what he does each morning, having no idea how he could get up so early. The alarm clock went off one more time- “BUZZZZZZ.”
“God!” she thought to herself.
How much she hated that sound. She was so warm under the covers, so safe, so at ease. She heard her husband get into the shower, the water running down his body, warm and swift. She had a real vision in her mind. If only he knew. She threw the covers off and felt the cool morning air encompass her body. Her eyes opened and she stretched her body to its fullest extent. She made sure to lie so that he could see her naked body. She always hoped that he still found her attractive. He came into the bedroom and gathered his clothes quietly as to not wake her up. Little did he know that she was awake, and images of his body, clean and shower fresh, danced in her mind. Would she begin caressing herself in front of him? Would he watch? Would he even care? Once he began his morning routine, trying to stop him was futile. She sighed to herself. She wanted so badly to just reach out to him, to let him know just how badly she craved him. He came in for the final time and kissed her on the top of her head like she was a puppy. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes.
She laid there for a few more seconds. She listened to the stillness of the house. Her two cats jumped on the bed to wake her up. It was a morning routine for them, purrs and petting all around. The phone rang it was her husband. He would call her every morning to make sure that she was awake and somewhat functioning. She listened to his voice, getting lost in the thought of wanting him beside her so badly.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
There was silence. An almost inaudible moan escaped from her lips as she realized that her fingers had found there way between her legs. He knew immediately once he heard it what she was up to.
“You are a very naughty girl!” he whispered over the phone in a low voice.
She released a soft giggle and continued stroking herself, her fingers now easily slipping up and down her womanhood. She held the phone closer to her ear and spoke in a slow, throaty voice.
“I wish you were here.”
“What are you trying to do? My cock is getting hard thinking about you!”
She knew at that point she had his attention.
“I am lying on the bed on my back; my legs spread wide, my fingers shining with my juices.”
She giggled again knowing exactly what she was doing to him.
All of a sudden he yelled “Damn it, son of a bitch!”
Her heart stopped. She remembered he was driving and she was distracting him.
“Honey, are you ok?”
Her heart was pounding.
“Yes, some asshole just cut me off. Now where were we?”
She stayed quiet. She did not think this was such a good idea any more.
“Come on, you got me going! You can’t leave me like this.” he said in a playful, but stern voice.
“Ok, if you promise me that you will pull over.”
He resisted but knew that he had scared her with his traffic incident.
“Agreed,” he said, “Give me a second to find a spot.”
She heard the blinker on his truck clicking. She smiled an evil little smile to herself.
“Ok,” he announced “I am pulled over in the brake down lane with my flashers on.”
She knew he was telling the truth, because she had been listening for the clicking of his hazard lights and, at this point, they were beating as fast as her heart.
“You were saying?” He said coyly.
She ran her tongue over her lips and swallowed hard. She could almost see that smile he gets on his face whenever his cock is engaged.
“I am lying on the bed, spread-eagled, and pulling on my nipples, giving them a bit of a twist.” she said as she bit her lip.
She felt her nipples hardening under her own touch. She ran the palms of her hands over her nipples, tickling them with their rigidity. She told him exactly what she was doing. Her breath quickened. Her body began to drift to the place where ecstasy was the only agenda. She listened carefully as his breath also deepened. She asked him
“So Baby, just how hard you are?” she asked in that seductive voice.
“I’m too fucking hard to be sitting in this truck by myself.”
“Unbutton your pants for me, Baby, please.” she begged.
