One for the road

You stretch out lazily, knowing the decision isn't really a decision at all. You remember snatches of a delicious dream that left you wanting, and you can feel that familiar ache between your thighs.

In a slow, sleepy haze you brush your hand over the soft skin on your stomach, exposed now because your shirt bunched up around your breasts during the night. You drift higher, under the shirt to stroke the underside of your heavy breasts, before pinching your left nipple and rolling it between your thumb and forefinger.

Ah. There it is. You feel the familiar butterflies, the slowly-tightening coil in your stomach. This will be good.

On your back under the covers now, you alternate between your nipples, rolling them between your fingers under your baggy t-shirt. Your legs have fallen wide open, and you can feel your panties getting wet as you play with your breasts.

Not yet, you think. Not yet. You won't go there until you're ready.

Your mind drifts, hazy thoughts as you fingers do their job. There's a pair of lips suckling on your nipples, a hand caressing your stomach, a voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Your hand drifts lower. You imagine someone else's hands as you stroke the soft flesh of your belly, your thighs, one hand working your nipples while the other explores. There's a trickle of cum making its way down your ass cheeks and you shiver- so wet, and you haven't even really touched yourself yet!

You want this to go on forever, but you know it can't. The coil in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, you need to cum soon. And besides, you have a long day ahead.

You sweep your hand, feather soft, over your panties. The fabric is soaked by now, clinging to your pussy lips in damp patches. Your right hand moves and you cup yourself through them, pushing down slightly, and you bite back a small moan as your press down on your swollen clit.

Aaah. Yes.

You don't waste much time, now. The sleepy haze has been replaced by a sense of urgency, the playful feeling with a need to cum. The hand on your nipple tugs a little harder as the other makes its way inside your panties. You're no beginner, you know what to do- you circle your opening with a finger, gathering pre-cum, before sweeping it in a single deft stroke upwards over your clit. Your body jerks at the contact and you do it again, again, now with two fingers and faster because you're close. Your left hand moves down to hold your pussy lips open and you use the heel to push at the top of your pubic bone, on your full bladder, adding rythimc pressure as you start circling your clit with two fingers, faster and faster.

You're making noise, you know it. Your thoughts are getting tangled - you picture strangers sucking your clit, fucking you on all fours, a woman riding your face, a familiar face moaning beneath you. Flashes of erotic fantasies blitz through your mind as your fingers rub faster, harder, your cum dripping between your legs and soaking the sheets despite your panties. The blankets fall off the bed in a heap and you don't care- the cool air on your nipples, on your pussy, feels so damn good. You hear your moans getting louder, needy as your hips start pumping up and down into empty air and your natural instincts take over.

Fuck. You hump the air faster now, frantically jerking yourself off, rubbing your clit hard at a bruising pace as you get closer and closer to orgasm. Faster. Faster. Your moans are sharp and ****, your cunt throbbing, you need to cum and you know it, come on, come on. Almost there, fuck, almost there, almost, fuck, fuck, harder, ah, ah, aah, YES YESYESYES OH FUUCK YES!

The orgasm washes over you in a wave, erupting as your pussy clenches and throbs and you arch off the bed with a broken sob. You feel it curse through you as your body remains suspended in pleasure for a moment, before slumping in release.

You lie there sated for a minute, damp with sweat and your own cum. As the post-orgasmic haze wears off, you swipe a hand over your shirt to wipe off the cum and move to sit up - only to scream at the unexpected presence in the room.

Your roommate is standing in the doorway. She's staring. You didn't hear her come on over the sound of your own pleasure, but she's definitely seen it, seen your fingers on your clit and heard your broken sobs as you fucked yourself silly.