Some relief before sleep

Safely in her room, she slips out of her dress, careful not to crease the beautiful garment, hoping she'll get a chance to wear it again sometime, smiling to herself as she imagines the looks she would get if she turned up at a club in that, "ok, maybe a bit much" she tells herself as she slips it into her wardrobe.

Just in bra and thong, she admires herself in the long mirror, proud of how the bra makes her breasts look so full, then slightly embarrassed as she realises how aroused she must have been as she notices her thong showing very clear signs of her wetness.

Still watching herself in the mirror, she slips a hand down her body, softly sighing as her fingers brush over her smooth skin, then gliding over the soft material of her thong. As soon as a fingertip finds the wet spot she sighs loudly and her knees wobble.

"Oh fuck" she groans as a little shivers run through her, "oh god I should have let him fuck me." She lets fingers press more insistently through the thin covering of her thong, feeling her wetness again soaking through it. In the mirror she watches her fingers easing inside her thong, feeling the smoothness of her skin there as they travel down to her pussy. But in her mind she imagines the fingers belong to him, that his fingers are the ones right now touching her clit, circling it, pressing firmly, making her moan and gyrate her body against them.

Her eyes close as she let the image of him take over, allowing her other hand to caress her body, over her bra, cupping her young breasts, squeezing, all the time in her mind the hands belong to him. It's his hand between her thighs, his fingers now trailing deeper insider her thong, parting her lips, seeking out her opening, and then with a slight wiggle, it's his finger inside her. She cums instantly with a yelp. Her hips jerk against her hand, grinding herself deeper on the finger inside her. She isn't sure if she screamed out or whether it was just in her head, and deep in her mind she wonders if her parents heard her, but right now that doesn't matter.

The finger caresses inside her, making the orgasm go on and on, until her body cannot take any more and she has to slide it free. At last she opens her eyes, seeing herself again in the mirror, giggling slightly embarrassed at the sight of herself, one hand cupping a breast through her bra, the other inside her thong, a thong that she can see is now soaked through.

"Bed" she orders herself when she has recovers, slipping from those last items of clothing. A quick visit to her en suite and soon she is back in bed, smiling at the memory of the evening as sleep overtakes her.