Unbidden desires

Sam turned and walked into the house without another word. Her mind was racing. Who was this girl? Why did she seem to know something? And how did Jack look… different? It made no sense. She hadn't been gone for more than a few days.

But something was different, and she didn't like it one bit.

She wasn't really tired - after all, she hadn't been on any flight - but she still walked up the stairs and entered their bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her thoughts were all jumbled and confused. There was too much going on inside her head. She wanted to calm down, think about things, and get a grasp of what was actually going on.

And then there was that damn girl. Millia. What kind of name was that, even? Didn't sound American, that's for sure. Greek, maybe, based on her clothes? Do Greek people still dress like that? Sam didn't know. But what she did know was that the little bitch was playing some kind of game. Something was up and Samantha hated not knowing what.

Samantha's thoughts stayed with the girl, picturing her fair, ivory skin, those piercing blue eyes, that beautiful golden hair. She pictured her in that skimpy dress, and felt a slight tingle pass through her. She shook her head, trying to clear away those thoughts. What was she thinking? That's not what she needed. Not now.

But still, that warmth inside her wouldn't go away. Her mind returned to Millia's perfect, smooth skin, her slender waist, the soft curves of her hips, her well rounded breasts that peeked through her dress, and her thighs, those fair, soft thighs that whispered promises of a world of sin and pleasure... No, that's not what she needed right now.

She rolled over on the bed, trying to get comfortable. But the images in her mind just kept coming back. That girl, Millia, and her body… She felt her breath quicken, and a heat was growing down between her legs. She moved again, trying to find a position that would help her relax, but to no avail.

The warmth inside her was growing. It felt so… good. It spread through her entire body, and her breath was coming in quick, short gasps. She bit her lips, trying to keep herself together. But her mind was filled with images of Millia and her beautiful body, and all she wanted right now was to touch that soft, ivory skin…

Samantha's fingers slipped down between her thighs, finding their way up her skirt. She gasped at the feeling, and pressed her head back into the pillows as her fingers moved her panties aside. She felt herself shiver in anticipation, and pressed a finger between her folds. They were warm and wet with desire, and as her finger slipped up and down, she gasped and bit her lip.

She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the pleasure. But it was no use. She had to have it. She needed it. She gasped as her finger pushed inside her, feeling the warmth and the pleasure envelop her. Her fingers moved in and out, slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. Her mind was filled with the images of Millia, her soft body, her perfect curves, her beautiful skin. She imagined what it would feel like to touch her, to hold her, to feel her breath on her neck.

She turned again, pressing her hips up against her fingers as she pushed them inside her. Her breath was coming quickly now, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from making any noise. Her body was shaking, and the pleasure was building up inside her, ready to burst.

The images of Millia just kept coming, filling her mind with lust and desire. She felt her fingers quicken, moving in and out of her faster and faster. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and she was already close.

She pushed her hips up, meeting her fingers with each thrust. Her breathing turned ragged and she moaned softly, her body shaking with pleasure. Her fingers kept moving, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

The orgasm was building inside her, and within seconds she couldn't hold back. She pushed her hips up one last time, moaning as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her body shook, making her squeal as the orgasm washed over her, leaving her weak and breathless on the bed.