Anne's preparation

You head upstairs to check in with your mother, to try and avoid having her come down to your room to check on you, where she could probably smell the sex that had recently been taking place. After exchanging some small talk, you assess that she did not notice anything awry. Eventually, your mother excuses herself to go check on her "sick" daughter, and you are released from your suspense. You watch some TV to fill the rest of the night, and go to bed a little early. You debate briefly, as climb into bed in the buff, whether or not you want to pleasure yourself, but decide to just get some sleep.

You awaken from a deep, dreamless sleep to a dark room and a strange pressure on your mouth. You wonder what the pressure is, when you hear the click of the lamp on your bedside table turning on. The pressure on your mouth is Anne's index finger, which is resting lightly on your lips. You look at the clock, and see that it is only two hours past midnight. You then look at Anne, and see that she is wearing a strange, gauzey, more or less transparent nightgown, with nothing underneath. You suspect that it is part of an ensemble of lingerie, and is supposed to be worn over a bra and panties, but you can't deny that it is even sexier on its own. It hangs lightly on her body by thin spaghetti straps, and comes down only to her upper thigh. In her right hand she is holding a red handkerchief.

Anne follows your glance, and presses your lips slightly harder with her finger, telling you to keep quiet. Anne takes the handkerchief, rolls it into a long thin snake of cloth, then holds it in her mouth, and ties it around the back of her head, cinching it tightly. The gag in place, Anne puts a knee up on your bed, then swings on the other knee, so that she is straddling your stomach. She pulls her knees in close, giving her a bit of space between her groin and your stomach. Reaching to her chest, she pulls down on the front of the slip, hooking it underneath her tits. She then takes your arms by the wrists, and lifts them, placing a hand on each of her now exposed breasts. You eagerly begin to knead each one, massaging and caressing them at the same time. While you do so, Anne reaches down, and with one hand, hikes up the hem of her slip, and begins to masturbate. She rubs herself in long, quick strokes, and you can feel her nipples stiffen underneath your fingers. This continues for a few minutes; your hands on her chest, her hand in herself.

After a few minutes of this activity, you can feel Anne's nipples harden even further, and she lets out an occasional, muffled gasp. For the most part, though, she clamps her teeth down on her gag, and stifles these sonic outbursts. Anne becomes motionless for a few long moments, then shudders as an orgasm ripples through her body. She keeps rubbing herself, although very slowly, and eventually, her body stops shaking. She withdraws her hand, and relaxes for a few minutes, letting the tightness in her melt away into pleasing relaxation.