Jayne stayed in bed

Jayne opened her eyes, laid on her back she looked up at the ceiling, she turned over and looked over at the clock on the nightstand, the display read 9:06, it was a lot later than she usually slept till. On Mark's pillow lay the vibrator she had used the night before and, on the bed, she found her phone which she had left there before she had fallen asleep last night. Putting the phone on the nightstand she kicked off the sheets until just her feet were under them. She ran her hands up her body until she cupped her breasts, she teased her nipples until they were hard and then her hands slid down over her stomach between her legs. Her fingers moved to her clit and pussy, she was already wet; with her right hand she rubbed her clit, with her left hand she pushed two fingers into her pussy, she rolled onto her right side, bringing her knee hard up against her ribs and pushed her fingers deeper inside her. She started to finger herself from behind and then her wet fingers slipped from her pussy and rubbed wetness over her ass; she slid her fingers back into her pussy and fingered herself again, when she pulled them back out, she pressed a finger against her ass.

She held her breathe while she pressed a finger into her ass, she pushed it deep inside her as she rubbed her clit frantically, her whole body shuddered and she cried out loud; Jayne pushed her finger in and out of her ass, the quicker she rubbed the quicker her orgasm built and she pushed her finger deep into her ass biting her bottom lip as she started to cum.

Panting hard, Jayne rolled back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as she caught her breath; when she got up her discarded panties lay on the floor by her feet, stepping over them she walked from the bedroom next door to the bathroom turning on the light as she entered. She stood in front of the mirrored cabinet and looked at herself; not bad, she thought, she had a pretty enough face, with light blue eyes, full lips, and golden brown hair that fell to just above her shoulders. Her breasts were a small handful that Mark seemed to enjoy; her hair was messy from a nights’ sleep and she ran her hands through it, pulling on a few knots, and then she cleaned herself up a little from her recent orgasm.

Walking out of the bathroom, Jayne walked naked across her apartment and into the kitchen; she turned on her coffee machine; grabbed a mug; grabbed a coffee pod; and pressed the button, watching as coffee poured down into the mug. While that happened, she walked back into her bedroom and picked her panties up from the floor and threw them in the laundry bin before opening a drawer and pulling out a nightie. She walked back to the kitchen, grabbed her coffee and then walked into the lounge, sitting on the end of the blue-grey chaise lounge couch she put her legs up and sipped on her coffee as she checked her phone.