Simplicity

A simple text, ‘Find time to come for me today.’

I lean back in my chair and I close my eyes. I hear the birds in the trees and the rustle of the wind.

I raise my hand and gently run the back of my fingertips down the side of my face. I can’t help but smile. Then, I trace over my lips with my finger, a sweet, lingering brush. I slide my hand down between my breasts, I pause and think of your eyes on me. The world starts to fade away.

So slowly, I let my hand glide over my stomach, down my thighs, lingering at the bottom of my shorts. With the lightest of strokes, I let my fingers graze the flesh there. Each moment, each touch, I drop away and you enter in.

I lift up my knees and let them fall to the side. I let my fingers continue their trek. Up my inner thigh, under the leg of my shorts. My hand pauses but only for a moment. I trace the outline of my mound, teasing, enticing. My head rolls back. My mouth becomes dry.

I let my fingers continue tantalising as my arousal grows. Each pass brings me a little nearer to entering my lips, to feel the heat rising from my core.

I feel my body slide down further, tilting my hips, preparing the way for deeper access. I like my lips, as I let my finger delve in to locate that treasure inside that warmth. I barely touch my clit as my fingers hover over, nearly not touching. So brief. So potent. My ass muscles clench as my hips rise up, trying to reach for more. Wanting more, needing more. I let my fingers split from one another, one finger on each side of my opening. Languidly, stroking the sensitive area they have found.

My fingers increase their speed as my wetness begins to grow, my hips press upward, wanting to capture something to put between my legs. Anything. I feel that hunger start to grow.

With my other hand, I reach out to the table beside me and wrap my fingers around the vibrator there. I slide it over my runner’s shorts and turn it on. The layer between me and it only making my need grow. I want to be filled. Mentally, I struggle with myself, forcing myself to pull my hand away, even though I very much wish it to stay. I argue in my mind, assuring myself that it will be worth that loss of contact if I can just pull away. I grimace as my arm moves painfully away. I feel the loss and my body arches up searching for that pleasure.

My hand knows where it needs to go. It slips under my shorts and lands momentarily on my clit as a harsh gasp issues from my mouth. Lower and lower the tip goes, seeking out that wetness, the hunger. It slides in easily, but only the tip at first. I want to savour the sensation of satisfaction and yet denial.

My hips slide down further, fully opening my cunt and I slide the vibrator in making each movement stretch the moment. Each depth getting to fully feel before going in deeper. I feel it hit the back wall of me and slip it into place and holding it there with the seam of my shorts. My body starts to jerk upwards and then back down. Trying so hard to get that pumping motion it longs for, but not yet. Not now.

As my body increases its rhythm, my other fingers search out my clit. I can no longer make this slow. I want. I use two fingers to capture the bead between my lips and a finger to hold them open. I start to flick my clit back and forth and then grab and pinch it. I moan and buck my hips. I can feel my wetness squeezing around the sides of the vibrator.

‘Oh fuck. Fuck me please.’ I call out to the empty room. I let the dance of my fingers continue, gathering momentum as my body responds. My hips thrust upwards. My thigh muscles clench and release. Each moment, my mind hazes and fogs. ‘Yes, please, Sir, please may I come?’ I know you. I can see you standing there, watching and shaking your head. I grit my teeth as I hold on and keep my orgasm at bay. It’s become a frenzied bucking up into the sky, swearing with each flick of my clit. I can feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead as my hand continues to push my arousal further. I slam my head against the back of the chair in time to my thrusts. Every part of me is screaming, desperate, sitting on the brink, teetering there. My muttering increases. ‘Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, please, please, please, Sir, may I? Please?’ I hear it then in my mind, the permission granted. I scream into the room as my whole body spasms, tensing more and more as the orgasm is ripped from inside me and all the desire pouring out of me, drenching me and the chair. My scream turns into moans as I continue to thrust and suck from my body every sensation it is willing to give. my mind is silent, pure and empty. Just experiencing, feeling. In your hands, nothing more.

My movements start to subside, my breathing slows. I hesitantly pull my fingers away and bring them to my lips. I push them into my mouth and bathe them with my tongue until they are clean. With my other hand, I reach in and turn off the vibrator. As the hum ceases, so do my hips as even the smaller movements cease. Gingerly, i remove the shaft and pull it all the way out. I raise this, too, to my mouth and suck the sweetness of myself from all around it. I place it back on the table beside me. I leavr my legs splayed open, feeling the wetness running down my thighs. My mind buzzes with a white noise, as I drift off into sleep. As I go, I whisper, 'thank you, Sir,' and the world is gone.