After dinner

Sarah and Michael had a lovely dinner, talking about their day to each other, then making small talk. But the whole time during it, there was a simmering feeling inside of Sarah. The orgasm that never was, was poking at her. I wasn't unpleasant, but it made itself constantly known. She tried to focus on the conversation but couldn't concentrate and change how she sat and not hanging on every word Michael said.

It continued after dinner when they were watching tv. She kept fidgeting, and the movie wasn't so engaging that it pulled her away from herself. Instead, she clung to Michael, touching his arm and hair. Even though she usually watches TV on his lap, she was often more still than this. But now even Michael noticed Sarahs restlessness. The movie finally finished after what felt for Sarah like an eternity. Sarah got up.

"Babe, I'm going to bed early." Michael looked up.

"Want me to join?" He asked. Sarah dismissed it, saying she was tired and just wanted to sleep. She kissed him goodnight and prepared for the night. Slipping under the sheets gave a cooling effect, but she still felt the fire inside her, and the images from earlier kept creeping inside her head. After tossing and turning for what felt like forever, she gave in and started masturbating profusely but then, like earlier that evening, Michael entered the bedroom and crept into bed with her. Sarah pretended to sleep and, to her dismay, lay beside her in the big spoon, lying his arm over her and limiting her. Soon Michael fell asleep and she lay there gingerly rubbing herself not to wake him up. It was going to be a long night, she thought to herself.