Sue Storm Cannot Masturbate thinking About Anyone Other Than Dr. Stone

Bedtime. The children were tucked in for the night. Ben was in the living room, absorbed in a Stephen King novel. Johnny told her night to wait up. Reed had invented an anti-chroniton and now there were two of them in the lab, trying to fix local space-time. Sue Storm gave them both a kiss and went off to the bedroom.

She locked the door. Just in case.

The Invisible Woman didn't bother with pajamas tonight, just stripped her clothes off. She could shower afterwards, when she had worked up a sweat. A towel on the bed would take care of any extra moisture. Her tablet was cued up with a soft erotic soundtrack—meaty slaps of flesh on flesh, feminine moans and gurgles—and the blonde settled her ass onto the plush white towel, tossed her hair once, closed her eyes, and let her hands wander down her body.

That was the thing that men never seemed to understand. The body as an erogenous zone. Sue ran her hands down over each of her breasts, squeezing and massaging, teasing the nipples to hardness. Only then did she run her fingertips down the length of her toned stomach. Instead of going straight for her pussy, Sue ran her hands over her inner thighs, enjoying the pressure, picturing a lover gently clawing at her.

A lover. Her mind went to the image of Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, as Dr. Stone had portrayed her with the image inducer. Those cold eyes. The high slavic cheekbones. Generous breasts. Wasp-like waist. Sue focused on her breathing, let her breasts heave as the soft moans from the tablet accompanied her fantasy. Until Sue could almost feel the presence of someone hovering over her, about to touch her.

Then, and only then, did Sue's hands reach for her cunny.

With her right, she spread her labia. Her left hand slid down over her cunny, dipping inside for a moment, judging her wetness, then retreating back to gently circle her clit. She tried to picture Natasha above her. Touching her. Teasing her. The zipper pulled down slowly to show those beautiful breasts. The hard nipples jutting out like pieces of rock candy, ready to be sucked and licked.

Only the fantasy could not hold. In Sue Storm's mental vision, the image flickered. Not red hair, but blonde. A pair of glasses that glowed as the sun caught them just like. That glimpse she had caught of Dr. Stone, **** and lost in her moment of pleasure.

On their own, Sue Storm's fingers sped up. A flush of heat spread out from her crotch and made her body shiver. Her breath began to come in quick little gasps as the fantasy progressed. Dr. Stone's fingers rubbing her, faster and faster...

With a sudden cry that caught the Invisible Woman off-guard, her legs tensed, ass lifted off the towel, and a hot wet stream burst over her fingers.

The blonde collapsed downward, the tablet still issuing its little erotic moans, and Sue opened her eyes. To see only the ceiling above.

Attempt at edging: failed, Sue Storm noted to herself. She brought her hand up, still dripping with her squirt. Also, I have to wash the sheets tomorrow.