It had been a few weeks now, since Lynden had experienced the 'haunting' of being 'taken', but it still lingered at the edges of her daily consciousness as a niggling distraction. Though she had tried valiantly to suppress, block or deny those thoughts and feelings that threatened to intrude upon her self-determination to ever need or be consumed by anyone or anything, she had to admit mixed but strong heartstrings to the vivid memories of that night and threads to her recent past.
Here again, she lay upon her bed at the close of another day. Finally, able to relax a bit and gain solitude for her thoughts - wanted or unwanted - after the duties of household and parenting had been completed for the day. Her younger daughter has been tucked in bed for the night and backpack readied for the next school day. Meanwhile, muted sounds of the television wafted up the stairs and underneath her closed bedroom door from the living room where her older son entertained himself.
The nighttime air was cooling with the advent of fall weather outside, but still the stuffiness of the day's heat lingered, adding to the 'heat' of those thoughts and feelings now allowed to intrude again upon her at this late hour. Once again, she had foregone wearing any pajamas to bed in favor of feeling the coolness of her satin sheets against her feverish body... and truth be told thoughts.
Unfortunately, and all too common of late, sleep had refused to come to her quick aid in the place of restlessness. She turned onto her back again, kicking to untangle the sheets at her legs for room and comfort. A deep sigh escaped from her lips as she stared up at the ceiling paddle fan visible through the boulevard streetlight filtering into her bedroom windows and upper porch door. She didn't really see the fan or its silent revolutions, for her mind was fixed fully upon her plight. Even now, her body refused to follow the dictates of her mind as it betrayed her by arousal at the mere inner suggestion of that night.
Being a sensual creature, Lynden had always been in tune with her body, even as a young woman. The telltale signs of arousal were there, her flushed condition with the resultant 'heat'... the tingle or itch of her sex. And if she dared to touch herself... there were no doubts about her being 'wet' with latent desire as well.
With a sigh of resignation, she realized that like all the other recent nights, if sleep was ever to find her... she would have to breakdown and pleasure herself in order to dim the turmoil of thoughts lingering in the back of her mind... not mention, tire herself out such that sleep yet might come. After a week's worth of successive nights of this... she'd also given up on the idea of ever satiating the gnawing desire.
She breathed in deeply for a moment as if girding herself for what must follow, while stretching out fully onto her back with legs slightly parted and arms beside. She moved her right hand to rest and pause briefly on her stomach before moving to lightly caress her belly button with her fingertips. Slowly she worked her way along the flat of her stomach upward, her thumb reaching further up to caress the underside of her breast while the little finger kept its teasing contact with her belly button. She shivered slightly as her skin prickled, capped off by a noticeable intake of breathe.
As if without conscious thought, her left hand moved of its own accord to glide over her left hip to the sensitive juncture of skin between thigh and sex. The fingertips of this hand tracing a circle around her pubis mound... pleased by the overall smoothness of her skin as shaved. All that remained was a small tuft of blond hair above her sex. She bit her bottom lip as she slightly flexed her hips up and down, while her right hand had come up to feel the heft of her right breast and caress its underside.
She brought both hands up her body then, seeking to build her overall arousal better... and eventual climax through particular attention paid to her breasts. Taking a nipple in one hand between forefinger and thumb, she squeezed it while lifting the other breast up with the other palm. The nipple between her fingers responding to the pressure began to delightfully ache... squeezing harder and twisting it a little produce a sharper pain. But a 'good' kind of pain! She thought.
Her reason suggested that she should stop, while desire countered that she could take more... that she wanted to take more! Her internal battle subsided briefly, before her other hand moved from merely hefting the other breast to a grasp of its nipple as well. The sweet torment began again, only this time with both nipples delightfully aching from being twisted and pulled, the rise and fall of pressure over and over again... highlighted by the pain of her bitten lower lip.
Lynden's desire continued to grow along with her mounting sexual tension. Her sex cried out to be touched, so she raised her left thigh crossing it over the right, and squeezing them together to offer any kind of pressure to it in the meantime. The delicious pain and pleasure of her breasts became too much. She used her tongue to wet her lips now dry from her sharp breathing ... almost as if all bodily moisture has disappeared in favor of her pussy. She released her right breast... sending that hand down her body to push between her crossed thighs.
The instant her probing index and middle finger hit the top of her damp sex, an involuntary prolonged moan escaped from her... as finally they met her so sensitive bud. Both finger searching and reaching... and pushing down. Her juices coating them in sweet slickness as her labia parted and caressed them back. She curled them up through her folds, pressing her clit and delivering a delightful mix of pain and pleasure through aching sensitivity.
Overwhelmed with both pleasure and a need for completion, she twisted onto her side, her right hand of three fingers shoved in as far as possible... stretching herself as far as possible, but unfortunately unable to reach that bundle of nerves deep inside. That would take longer fingers than she possessed! Her thighs squeezing tight together, their weight and pressure adding to the 'frigging' of her fingers. With great anticipation, she twisted, both squeezed and pressed down harder and faster with hand and thighs as another low guttural moan escaping from her lips. But yet her climax seemed slow to mount!
It just wasn't enough! Too frustrated and growing impatient at not being able to bring herself closer to the edge... it suddenly came to her. Could it be? Determined with the idea... she jerked herself off the bed and approached her tall chest-of-drawers. I wonder if its still there. Now, in which drawer did I keep them... or it? She thought to herself. She started at the top, right hand side, beginning a desperate and methodical search for it. Standing on her tiptoes, she searched almost blindly by hand through the top drawers. Along the way she felt... discarded journals, a book and maybe a forgotten vial of perfume or two. But, no luck. Moving down to lower rows of drawers, she dug deep through lingerie, hosiery and socks, and with still no find for her near-frantic search. Next drawer, housed pajamas and cotton tees. Bent over, she reached far with both forearms under the packed clothes, feeling the back and corners of the drawer for it. Having got this far with no luck, she almost gave in to the notion that just maybe she had thrown it away after all, when a fingertip grazed the length of a smooth and ribbed object.
