My Afternoon Escape

I had become accustomed to my summer days to myself. What began as a quickie alone in the shower had become an erotic ritual. I would spend the morning at the gym, strengthening and toning my body and the afternoon pleasuring it. Working out gave me energy and confidence, which easily translated into a turbo charged sex drive.

The first step was to take a nice hot shower. The steam and the water pulsating against my body started to channel my energy from my muscles to my clit. Almost instantly, I could feel it pulsing, calling out for my care and attention. I enjoyed that feeling, teasing my clit with a momentary touch as I washed the rest of my body. My clit wanted more and within a few minutes was practically throbbing. Clean, wet and horny, I moved onto the more enjoyable part of the shower. Leaning back against the shower wall, I removed the shower head and spread my legs. First I ran the water down my breasts, allowing the spray to caress my nipples for a few minutes. When I could not take it anymore, I moved the shower head to my clit. The water throbbing against my clit brought me to climax almost immediately, but that wasn't enough for me. I pushed into me with some urgency and let the waves of pleasure roll over me. Because I was alone, I could moan and scream as I came to climax over and over again. When I was satisfied, but not spent, I returned the shower head to its place and let the water run over my shoulders as I relaxed every muscle in my body.

I towel off slowly, sensually, allowing the towel to caress my skin. The towel begins to reactivate the nerve endings all over my body and I begin to feel that yearning between my legs again. I continue to increase that yearning as I spread lotion all over my skin, paying particular attention to my breasts. I let out another small moan as I made circles around my nipples, pinching a little as I went.

Now, aroused and smooth, I put on my satin robe and proceeded to the bed. At this point, I usually would read an erotic story, but some days when I am especially randy, I find the magazines I know my husband has in his night stand. Today was one of those days. I got the Girlfriends magazine and made myself comfortable. I was practiced enough at this to know exactly how far to open my robe so that my fingers could massage my wet pussy with no problem, but my rock hard nipples could still feel the coolness of the satin rubbing over them. I flipped excitedly onto my stomach and spread the magazine out in front of me. I stared at the beautiful naked women in front of me as my fingers made circles over my wet, throbbing clit. I imagined how soft their skin was, how sweet their lips would be, and how perfectly firm their breasts would be. As I focused on their breasts, I would touch my own -- first on top of the satin robe, then I would slip my other hand inside my robe to feel add to the pleasure. It was almost enough to make me cum right then, but I paused long enough to make this feeling last a little while longer. Writhing in ecstasy, I slip my fingers, which had been caressing my clit faster and faster, into the wetness. I close my eyes as I begin fucking myself with my fingers, spreading them out twisting them all around inside of me until I can feel the muscles spasm around my fingers as I cum hard.

Although I am hot and tingling all over, I want more, so I reach into my special draw and get a toy -- my butterfly vibrator. I turn on both the rotating dildo and the butterfly to stimulate all of my pleasure centers. After a few minutes I am screaming as I cum over and over again, each one a little bigger and more explosive. After about 4-5 waves of orgasm, I reluctantly slow down the vibrating until one more small orgasm sneaks out.

As I take the dildo out of me, my phone rings. My husband is calling. He got out of work early and asks if I want him to stop at the store for anything on his way home. I tell him to come home directly, my voice still hot and breathy. I slip the satin robe off and found a black bra, thong and garter set I know he likes. I find some thigh highs and heels and wait by the door with a fresh coat of fuck me red lipstick on. I waste no time as he walks in the door. My tongue is down his throat and my leg is wrapped around his waist before he takes his coat off. I lower my leg and help him with his coat -- then his shirt and his pants. We barely make it into the kitchen where he lifts me onto the counter and begins to kiss my neck ravenously. All of the eroticism of the past few hours came raging back to me. My hands moved through his hair, down his back and arms to his now throbbing cock before me. I caressed his cock slowly at first, then moved up and down more quickly until he was on the edge of explosion. I then wrapped my legs around his waist and hopped off the counter. Feeling the warmth of his skin against my very wet pussy made me to rub my clit against him. Within minutes I was cumming again.

I then slid my body off of him and got on my knees before him. Slowly, I brought his cock into my mouth little by little. I licked and sucked him until I could feel again he was on the edge of orgasm. At that point, I slowly drew away from him. As I began to stand up, he pushed me back down and in one smooth motion, had me lying on the floor and thrust his rock hard cock into my pussy that was wet with anticipation. While I would have thought the hardness of the floor would be uncomfortable, the pure animal passion we were feeling made that the most arousing surface possible, and I came almost immediately. He came shortly thereafter, but that was only the beginning....we then spent the rest of the afternoon fucking like we hadn't in years...on the stairs, on the couch and finally in the shower. We had to get dressed, but seeing each other half naked only riled us up again and we fell into the bed for one last spirited romp before dinner.