A busy day

As I wake up, I am aroused.

Now read that sentence again.

As I wake up, I am aroused.

Is there any reason to be aroused, waking up on a regular Thursday morning in sleepy suburbia? Of course there isn’t. Did I have some sort of encounter with some sexy hunk, or is one scheduled today? Nope. A busy day is ahead of me; I need to finish a paper on the marketing strategy plan for the bicycles my employer is producing; if I do well, I may be looking forward to my first raise in years. After that, I need to pick up my sister’s two horrible kids from school because she has been hospitalized last week, and cook dinner for them. My car is in the garage, so I’ll have to take three subway trips, each more than an hour, to get to all those places. In between, I need to call my landlord about a broken tap and the tax office to beg for a reprieve to submit my tax forms. I simply have no TIME to be horny. Yet I am.

It has to be HIM again!

He has left me alone for a full two weeks now… but without any sort of warning, he is back.

Why today? Why can’t he come on the weekend, when I have some time to enjoy him?

Of course I know the answer… it is no fun to control me on the weekend. He likes it when I am afflicted, when I need to fight my urges in the middle of a hectic day. He enjoys it when I lose that fight. When he makes my pussy drip and throw myself at some… guy. I have no idea who he has in mind yet. I just know that at some point, today, I’ll throw myself at someone… flash my tits, turn my back to someone and bend over to offer a good look at my ass, kneel for some dipshit and unzip him to give a hard nine-incher some breathing space right before taking it deep in my throat… whatever he has in mind for me.

So I desperately need to get up and have any chance at all to catch the 07:44… but my throbbing pussy tells me otherwise. She is wet and yearning and calling my name… “Touch me, Sally, touch me…”

Dammit. Leave me alone. Take me tomorrow. Not today. I can’t, don’t you see?!?

My pussy laughs at me. She issues the orders to my hands, not my brain. One reaches for a breast and squeezes it; the other traces a path further down, across my tummy, reaching further, fingers embracing my clit… it feels electrified and amazing. My hand greedily stretches down even further, grabbing my entire mound in a hungry fist.

You like that, eh? You fuckhead behind your computer, do you get hard on that? You like thinking about a girl squeezing her pussy in a tight grip right after waking up? Well… here she is…

I masturbate fast and furious. If I have to do this anyway, I may as well make it quick, and still try to aim for the 08:14. I usually have some problems in the cumming department, but never on days like this… I am gasping and puffing in the afterglow of orgasm just a few minutes later. The sheets are a mess everywhere my fountains of squirt have landed.

You may be a relentless bastard… but I gotta admit, you create darn good sex for me!

I pull the sheets off the bed and put them in the laundry basket, then rush off to the shower, and take a quick breakfasty bite right after. As I walk down to the subway station, I realize that my morning play hasn’t subdued my arousal at all… it has merely ignited a lust in my loins that settles in there quite comfortably. It is only possible when he is with me… a terrible workload and an initial orgasm under my belt, yet my loins are already dying to find out what he has in store for me.

You do this to me… and I hate you for it… and I love you for it as well…

It is a warm summer day, and I have picked a light yellow summer dress to wear. It is guaranteed to turn male head during the day; somehow it doesn’t seem complete though. There is a small park right before the subway station. I quickly look around; it isn’t busy and no one is paying special attention to me. I quickly lift up my dress, just enough to put my thumbs behind the elastic of my panties; then I pull them down and step out of them. When I walk on into the station, I dump them in a garbage can by the entrance. I won’t need them today.

So what do you have in store for me? I’m ready for you; play with me!