You know I left that door open on purpose, right? I could hear you, out there in the other room, silently praying that my door didn't latch. I left a candle burning for you, just enough light so you could see me, but I couldn't see you, standing just inside the shadow...but I knew you were there. You've always wanted to watch me do this, but I've never been brave enough to do it for you. Until now...
I wonder if you know that it's you I'm thinking about as I reach into my little treasure chest and pull out the purple glass one. They're your hands that I'm imagining on my body as I lay back on the bed and pull my skirt up to my waist, baring my pussy to the candlelight. No, I'm not wearing panties today. I knew you'd be here, you see, and I wanted to be ready. The golden tangle of hair between my legs catches the candlelight, and I smile, knowing you're taking in every detail.
I raise my knee - the one furthest from the door of course; I don't want to block your view - and gently run the glass head up and down my inner thigh. I like the sensation of cold and smooth and oh, so hard. Each down stroke brings the dildo closer to that gold hair until finally, finally, I press it between my lips with a little sigh. I'm wet and slick already with fantasies of you: your hands, gentle but strong; your lips, so soft and warm; your cock, hard and ready at the merest thought of me. I slide the glass deep within myself, filling that aching emptiness at last. My hips raise up off the bed of their own accord, my body driven by its mindless yearning for you.
Outside my door, I hear your breath catch at the sight of that shaft pushing its way into my pussy. If I concentrate, I can just make out the gleam of your eyes as you watch my hand moving the dildo in and out of my body. I wonder if you know that all that wetness is for you, because of you. With my other hand, I push my shirt up to my chest, then start caressing my way down...stroking my breast until the nipple stands up, then rolling the nipple between my fingers. Lower...I run my nails down my ribs to my belly, circling my navel, raising goose bumps on my own skin. Lower...I reach down between my legs, combing through the hair there with my fingertips. Lower still...until I rub my finger between my slick lips and gently, softly, over my clit. Ah, yes...that's the spot.
Do you know what you're doing in my fantasy while I pleasure myself on the bed? You've knelt between my thighs and sucked my clit into your mouth, working the little nub with your lips and tongue until it's so flushed with blood that it has pushed its way out from under the hood. Your fingers are buried in my hole, stroking deep and hard as you nibble that little bud of pleasure.
But...wait a minute, what are you doing? I didn't even notice you come in. You're not hiding in the shadow anymore. Now you're standing at the foot of my bed, your eyes locked on my hands as they caress and thrust, my pussy as it stretches around that hard, glistening shaft. You reach for your belt buckle and undo your pants, and there you are, just as hard and ready as I imagined. I bite my lip as you start to move your own hand up and down your cock, the head glistening already with precum.