Desi keeps her eyes focused on the screen when suddenly her ears are filled with the unmistakable sounds of lusty animalistic moaning and heavy panting blended with the faint noise of skin slapping sex. It didn't take Desi long to realize that she was watching a porn video of a man fucking a woman from the back. Trying not to blink her eyes for fear she might miss something, Desi could make out the top of Andre's head and the top of the woman he was fucking. Oh my god! Desi's mouth dropped and she felt her heart skip a few beats. The woman in the video was her. Andre had videoed the two of them fucking in the bathroom that night!
"What the fuck!" Desi exhaled and trained her eyes on the video.
Disbelief hit her like a lightning bolt as soon as she realized the woman getting fucked was herself. He must have had that camera planted on the ceiling or something Desi thought. Due to the angle of the video, it was like watching herself have sex from above. Desi felt her face flush hot with arousal making her feel intoxicated with desire to feel like this man had made her feel that night.
Oddly, the idea that Andre had videoed their fuck session had turned her on too, though she wondered why he would have mailed the video to her like this and take a chance when he was married himself. Shit, Lucas! Friday, Friday, oh what is planned for Friday? As rapid as the thought invaded, it was immediately shot down when Desi remembered Lucas would be in Missouri working.
Back to those eyes, Desi picked up the paper slip and stared into the black and white photo of the vaguely familiar eyes which she was not quite sure belonged to Lucas. As weird as it all seemed, Desi couldn't stop the embers from flying free inside her as she felt that old smoldered fire getting stirred up again. Desi was high from inhaling all the excitement and she thought she looked devilish with her chronic tongue peeking out tickling her dry lips when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the computer screen right before she clicked play to watch the video again. "Ooh! I can't believe this is happening to me!"
In search of some cool water to simmer her thirst, Desi heard the distinct solo coming from the chimes which sprinkled every room in her home but the bath. Moving as if she were in a trance, Desi stood facing the window above her kitchen sink with her back to the beveled glass french doors which led out to her back porch. Watching the water flow into her cup, she wore a vexing smile remembering the way Andre had made her feel. Right when her dry lips rimmed the edge of the glass and she felt the cool water splash against her tongue, a sudden burst of wind broke her trance and blasted her, startled as she gulped the water down and did her best not to choke.
Turning to look bewilderedly at the french doors. Desi placed her hand on her chest and started to laugh at her silliness once she realized that the wind had pushed the doors open. The wind was picking up so much that it was piercing all the way through her crotchet tunic and white camisole and causing her already erect nipples to spark as it teased her senses. The Gods must have thought I needed cooling off she laughed when she looked up to the sky and seen the dark clouds rolling in.
Desi shut and locked the doors then headed straight to her bedroom, taking off her clothes one piece at a time and letting it fall carelessly to the floor which is something she did often whenever no one else was home. First, she removes the crochet tunic and carelessly drapes it over a dining chair as she passes through the dining area. Second, off with her camisole which she tosses onto the back of the sofa as she passes through the living room. Third, she has no bra on today so she unsnaps her denim skirt and lets it fall to the floor where she steps out of it and abandons it right in the entrance to the hallway leading to her bedroom. Last, she is standing in the center of her fleur dis lis velour rug right in front of her four poster canopied bed and she slips off her green lace hipster panties and lets them fall to the rug where she steps out and abandons them there.
Thirsty for his hands on her again, she closes her eyes and runs her hands through her hair and then down to her breasts where she imagines Andre's hands are there, not hers. Hmm Andre wants Desi to cum for him again, and she delights herself in this fantasy while she is cupping each of her tits with each hand and squeezing her nipples simultaneously while walking to the bed, still feeling the wind kissing her aroused flesh as she lays down to give in to her self- indulgence. The wind picks up speed and the chimes ring louder throughout her house as Desi uses one hand to pinch her nipples and with the other she sinks her fingers into her juicy centeredness. Hmm her pussy is so slick and smooth and God how she wished it were his hand and not hers down there.
Light pitter patters of rain began to reverberate upon her rooftop as she imagined his hands were pawing her the way she had felt them man handle her that night. Memories of his tingling hot breath tickling her eardrums when he whispered what he wanted from her consumed her, and the rain beat harder. Desi smoothed her finger over the hood of her very swollen clit and began to flick it back and forth in tune with the beating of the rain. As the rain beat faster upon her rooftop, Desi's finger danced faster upon her love spot. Keeping her eyes closed, Desi could still hear his sexy voice saying "Cum for me sha!" Letting a moan escape her lips, Desi dropped her other hand which she had been using to grope herself with down to her soaking pussy and she thrust two fingers inside her little hot box and curled them upwards to beat havoc up on her g spot.
As the thunder rumbled louder, Desi clenched her pussy tighter around her fingers and began to whimper as she felt herself on the edge of rapture bound by the spell of her imagination. Pretending her hands were his, Desi was lost in Andre's spell once again when she felt her toes curl and her ass levitate and hover inches above the bed. Lightning came crashing down as Desi softly groaned and rode out her storm of euphoric orgasm which rained down hard.
Still lost in her spellbound trance as the effects of her climax slowly wear off, Desi slid her cum soaked fingers from her pussy and placed them in her mouth to taste her flavor while she imagined it was Andre's cock soaked with her own love juice. Desi relished the delights of her own sweet sexiness with its sultry scent while every muscle in her body was still twitching from the after effects of her self-induced orgasm. Realizing that the power had been knocked out from the storm, Desi didn't care. Giggling, she embraced herself and rolled over, too lost with thoughts of what was to come to worry about anything else. Next Friday night couldn't come soon enough.
... To be continued in Chapter 3, Black Magic...
