Warm up

Lydia reads my hungry gaze and her hand finds a purpose.

Her fingertips move to the top of her slit and press deeply into her flesh, circling her sensitive spot. Her pale face flushes a little as her arousal spreads, and her free hand begins to slide across her belly.

Her steady, quiet stroking continues for a while, her chest slowly rising and falling as she breathes. As she does, I shift to the floor between her legs, where I can see her face framed by her ample breasts, and below it her sex in the valley of her thighs. Soon I hear the wet squish of her moisture, in time with her stroking, and it grows louder with her excitement.

With a groan, she cocks her hips up and runs her middle finger gently down her folds, between her crimson lips, to circle her entrance. With practiced motions she lubricates herself, her hips now rocking with excitement I can see, hear, and smell.

The thoughts of what the day have me awake now, with visceral memories of Andrew's mouth pulling on my breast, his ragged breathing as his cock spasms and warms my pussy, his hands on my hips.. the thoughts urge my hands between my legs, and Andrew's eyes follow. He likes to see me in pleasure, and so do I.

I part my legs and bring my hands to the top of my rapidly warming sex. I press down and wiggle slightly, evoking a wiggle in return from my hips. Scraps of memories -- Andrew's tongue lapping at just the right speed, a finger penetrating my depths. I can feel my face grow warmer as the memories pass.

I hear the bed creaking again and, still slowly moving from side to side over my rapidly stiffening clit, my eyes follow Andrew off of the bed and onto the floor at my feet. His eyes are fixed on my sex, and I see him lean in as I hear the telltale ticking of growing moisture between my folds.

Fully focused on the moment now, I move on from my sensitive nub, running my finger to the wetness, then circling my empty -- achingly empty -- entrance.