Wish You Were Here To Fill Me Up Instead

It’s been too long, love.

I sit on my recliner after a long day. Rubbing my shoulders, I take a deep breath. It’s been too long since I’ve been laid, and my mind and body are feeling it,  I’m well overdue for a little relaxation session. Looking out the window, I see how thick and steep the snow is now.  Well, my second best option is putting on a silk lingerie slip dress, some sultry jazz and dancing with a glass of wine. My skin gets so hot, I barely notice, and well– barely care, when my slip lifts up, exposing my bare ass to all of the open windows. After all, it’s dark, and the only ones living around here are me and you, my fellow divorcee. Thinking of you and the way you sheepishly smile at me, suddenly I’m throbbing and aching for some attention. I wish you were here.

It’s too hard being a lonely single lady.

Then, I sit on my couch, taking one last long swig of my wine. I must be out of my mind for what I’m about to do. My fingers trail up and down my chest, and I relish in how sensitive the nubs of my nipples are. I let the slip fall off one shoulder and my nipple immediately erects once the cold air hits it. It’s almost time now, I know it. You are so predictable, or maybe I took the time to notice. You get home at the same time, everyday, walk your dog past my window and smile while I’m cooking in the kitchen.

Maybe I’ve developed a sort of crush. I mean, how could I not? You’re always there, that kind smile and those muscles under your shirt. Always helping me inside and out the house, I just wish you were here to help me inside my panties now. I dip my hands in my panties, feeling the slick wetness inside of them. Then, I suck on my fingers and audibly moan, picturing it was your cock instead. It’s too hard to contain myself. Two fingers dance between my pretty pink plump lips as two more find their way to the pair between my legs.

Wish you were here to fill me up instead

I don’t know what came over me, but I’m whispering your name over and over between pants. My legs spread wider and I can picture those big veiny hands of yours spreading my thighs apart as you fill me up and split me open with your cock. Then, my moans get louder, and I finger myself faster and faster. Some girls are insatiable and want three dicks at once. Not me. My mind is consumed with thoughts of you, you, you…

I exploded. Crying out as my chest heaves up and down. I didn’t care about anything: my dinner in the oven, the wine glass I knocked over, or my sweet cum dripping down my thighs and into my couch cushions. Opening my eyes, I feel the electric buzz of an intense orgasm flood my body before the clarity comes. Fuck. I shoot up and look out the window. Yes, I did wish you were here, but I didn’t expect to see you watching me through the window as I cum. Eyes filled with the same lust I just had in mine. I should feel ashamed, but instead I suck my fingers clean before wiggling one at you. Are you coming in?

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