I slipped my fingers between my legs and slid them through my wet folds. Oh my god, it felt so good. Slowly, I teased my little button, rolling it in circles with my fingertip. I started to thrust my hips, being careful not to shake the entire bed and wake Paul up. I thought about how it felt when her fingers were inside of me; thrusting and curling, touching places I couldn't reach on my own. I was so wet that I could slightly hear my fingers as they worked my clit.
Then Paul made a sound and shifted his body in the bed. I stopped instantly, frozen in place, hoping that I didn't wake him. I waited for what seemed like forever but he didn't move or make a sound. I was still extremely worked up and I just had to finish, but it was too risky to continue in bed.
I gently got out of bed and left the room. I thought about using the master bathroom, but I wanted to be able to really get into this. I could see that Claire's door was closed and there was no light bleeding out from underneath. She had class early as well and was surely sound asleep. The spare bedroom was next to hers, but I'd have to fold out the Murphy bed which could have made noise. The downstairs couch it was.
I crept down the stairs and turned to the right to enter the front room. A rush of excitement washed over me as I neared the couch. I laid back and spread my legs wide; one leg over the back of the couch and one hanging off onto the floor. I wasted no time dipping my fingers into my dripping wet opening. I started off slowly but quickly worked my way up to a frantic pace. It felt so good as I fucked my self; slamming my fingers into my aching pussy, hearing the wet squelching sounds fill the room. I bit down hard on my bottom lip while my digits pounded away. I could feel my orgasm building.
I was so close now. I used my free hand to tug and roll my nipples, the sensation of which made my clit throb even more. I pulled my fingers from my slit and began stroking them over my nub. I threw my head back as my fingers blurred, each swipe drawing me closer and closer until it hit me.
My hips lifted off the couch as my orgasm took me. It was all I could do to stifle my moans while I came. After several blissful seconds, it was done. I laid there in the dark, catching my breath, and finally feeling relaxed. I reached over and pulled a blanket out from one of the baskets under the coffee table. I draped it over my naked body and let sleep take me.
"Steph. Hey, why are you on the couch?" I heard my husband whisper, his hand on my shoulder.
"Huh? Oh...i couldn't get to sleep. What time is it?"
"Early. 5 am. I'm getting ready to head to work. Do you need anything? Coffee?"
"No, but thank you. I'm just going to sleep."
"Ok. Might want to go up to bed. Claire will be awake soon."
"Ok."
I rolled over and tugged the blanket around my body like a cloak. I stood, gave my husband a kiss, we exchanged "I love you's" and I trudged up the stairs to our bed.
As soon as I entered the bedroom I noticed my phone on my nightstand. It was locked and didn't look like it had been disturbed, but I couldn't really remember where I had placed it last night. I was more concerned about whether or not I had logged out of my secret reddit account. There was really no reason for Paul to snoop, and I didn't think he would anyway, but I still felt panicked.
I swiped open my phone and immediately went to my Reddit app. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw I was logged out. I had to make sure I was more careful. Now that i was over my little scare, curiosity took over. I logged in to my secret account, hoping, but not expecting to see a new message. When I saw that there wasn't a message waiting for me, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. I had to remind myself to quit being ridiculous. It hadn't even been 24 hours since we had seen each other. Surely she'd respond at some point soon.
It was now 5:30 in the morning, which gave me plenty of time to get more sleep. I crawled into bed, pulling the sheets up around me, and falling back to sleep.
I opened my eyes again around 8 am. The few extra hours of sleep felt great but I needed to get up and catch up on some work. I stretched, tossing the covers aside in the process, letting the cool air hit my naked body. I traced my fingertips up my body, covering my breasts with my hands and squeezing them. My nipples were poking into my palms, partly from the cool air, but also from still feeling a little aroused. I moved one hand down between my legs, running my fingers through my patch of hair, which I could feel had some of my dried juices in it. I let my fingers wander farther, sliding between my lips and finding that I was becoming slightly wet.
I couldn't get thoughts of Monica and I out of my head. I hadn't felt like this in years; the feeling of crushing on someone so bad that it consumes you totally. As I leisurely played with myself, my scent wafted up towards my nose. In the past, I'd never given much thought to how I smelled when I was turned on. Once the dreams began and my hormones went into overdrive though, I had become more aware of it. I'd grown to love it, along with the taste of my own nectar. Now that I'd experienced another woman, her taste and her scent were all I could think about.
I knew I needed to get started on work this morning, and I still had to shower and get breakfast, but I was so fucking horny right now and touching myself felt really fucking good. Oh, but I could kill two birds with one stone! I jumped out of bed and practically sprinted to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, making sure to get the water to just the right temperature. I stepped in and let the warm water rain down on me. I then reached up and grabbed my trusty detachable shower head and brought it between my legs. With one leg up on the ledge, I let the water spray against my clit and in no time my legs began to tremble and I cried out as I came.
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Sitting in front of my computer, I stared at my work as I ate breakfast and sipped my coffee. Taking the day off hadn't put me that far behind, but I couldn't make a habit out of it either. I got to work and the next time I glanced at the clock, it was almost 2 pm. I had made quite a significant amount of progress which made me feel accomplished. I leaned back in my chair and stretched, deciding that I needed a bathroom break and a drink.
As I sat down to pee, I realized that I hadn't checked for a message back from Monica. I opened the Reddit app and saw that I had no new messages. I refreshed the app just in case, but there was nothing. I was disappointed in myself for feeling like a lovesick teenager, but not hearing anything from her took the wind out of my sails a little bit. I wasn't going to bother her though. I'd just have to try to be patient.
After a drink and a little snack, I got back to work. The afternoon passed by quickly and I had reached a good stopping point for the day. I had a little while before anyone would be home, so I went over and stretched out on the couch. I opened my phone and started scrolling through a few of my social media apps. I wasn't a heavy user of social media and mainly used it to follow things that interested me. I kept up with a few friends and some family that I didn't get to see regularly, but most of my feed was art, home decor, diy, music and cats with a sprinkling of other stuff.
There were a couple posts that I "liked" and I left a couple comments on a few others. I then came across a few posts from the neighborhood group. There was a post where someone was complaining about loud noise from their neighbors, another post where a lady was bitching about traffic from the elementary school, and another one about some rumor a woman had heard about another lady. It was all just a bunch of drama and gossip. My god, these women would lose their minds if they knew how scandalous the mom at 1260 E Juniper Street was! I could hear them gossiping now- "Can you believe she's sleeping with her daughter's friend! And she's doing it behind her poor husband's back! She's corrupting that poor young girl!"
The idea brought a smile to my face. If only that were true. It was actually the young woman who had corrupted the older woman... and I loved every second of it!
I sighed at the thought. I quickly switched over to Reddit to see if I had any new messages, but as I thought, there weren't any.
I logged out of that account and was going to put my phone away when I thought of something else. While I was of course friends with my daughter on social media, I wasn't friends with any of her friends. I had never felt the need to as Rachel usually kept me up to date on what was going on with her group. So, I clicked on the search icon and typed Monica's name. I wasn't sure if she'd even have a page, but as soon as I saw the list of results I knew I had found her.
I opened her page and scrolled through a few posts. There were pictures of her and her friends from school, posts from musicians and links to other pages and what not. I had know her for so many years that I had a pretty solid idea of who she was as a person, and so far her page reflected that. I scrolled back up and clicked on photos, which was what I was really interested in, if I was to be honest.
Every photo of her was just amazing and there wasn't a single one in which she looked anything other than beautiful. She was always smiling and radiating happiness, as was everyone else that was in a photo with her. I had to agree that I felt that way being with her as well.
The pictures that really did it for me though, were the photos she took at the gym. Seeing her in those skin tight shorts or leggings and sports bra or tank top made my pulse race. Her body was incredible, and I smiled thinking about how I had seen parts of her that most people would never have the privilege of seeing.
