Mary was looking at her computer monitor, but didn't really see it. Her mind was elsewhere. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, wrapping her arms around herself. She could practically feel Devon's hands touching her, his mouth on her neck.
A small sigh escaped her mouth, and she opened her eyes. God, she was getting so horny just thinking about him. She wiggled in the chair feeling a delicious pressure build between her thighs.
"That's it," she whispered. She shut her computer down, grabbed her purse, and headed out.
Twenty minutes later she pulled into her garage. As the garage door closed, she opened the door into her house, stepped in, and leaned back to close the door the door behind her. The house felt empty - he wasn't here. Mary set her purse and keys down on the counter.
Damn, she really needed him. Oh well, she thought to herself, she could take care of herself until he was there. She undressed right there in the kitchen, tossing her clothes on the counter, and walked toward the living room. She lay back on the couch, one hand behind her head, the other between her legs.
She was already wet from what she had been thinking about at the office. As her fingers trailed up and down her moist slit, she imagined it was Devon's strong hands touching her, and she moaned softly. Her fingers spread the outer lips, and she sank two fingers inside. She lowered her other hand to her clit and squeezed it between her fingers, feeling it swell under her touch. Her fingers inside her pussy moved faster in and out, as her breath grew ragged.
Mary's hips thrust up and she yelled out as she climaxed, her muscles all contracting. Body shaking, Mary lay on the couch, hands falling to her sides.
"That was beautiful."
Mary's head jerked up. Devon was sitting in the chair across from the couch.
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to see the good parts," he said smiling. He stood up and walked over to the couch. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.
"Mmmm, that was nice," Mary said. "I've been waiting for your touch all day." She paused, then added, "Speaking of that, we haven't talked a lot of details, or talked much at all, but how can you be out during the day, without you know, burning up?" She felt silly even saying that.
He let out a small chuckle, and sat back on the floor next to the couch, hand brushing back and forth on her hip. "You read too much, I am not Dracula."
"Don't laugh at me," she said, playfully slapping him on the shoulder. "Then tell me what the truth is."
