It had been a long day. Too long of a day. Between the baby’s cries and the bitchy women at work, she was exhausted.
Once the house was quiet for the night, she poured herself a glass of wine and headed into the bathroom, the water for her bath already filling the room with steamy fog.
She stripped and settled down into the water,
Letting its heat relax her. As she sipped her wine, her mind wandered. Soon, her thoughts centered on the guy from the feed store earlier today: tall, dark and handsome didn’t even begin to describe him. Just standing behind him in line made her mouth drool and her panties wet.
As she thought of the hard muscles visible beneath his t-shirt, her hands skimmed over her breasts, lightly grazing the skin, sending goosebumps across her flesh. One hand traveled further south while the other circled around her nipple, making it a tight peak.
Her fingers slipped over her clit,
Still hidden beneath its hood, and moved into her folds, slick in the water. As she played there, she thought of him, imagined the thickness of his cock, how it would stretch her wide, fill her full, make her scream out in ecstasy while he fucked her.
She stretched, finished her wine and moved to straddled the edge of the tub, slipping two fingers into her velvety depths. Rocking forward on her hand, she grindes her clit against her palm. She closed her eyes, imagining him there. And she can picture him, standing in front of her, cock in his hand, slowly stroking the length of it up and down while he watched her with his dark eyes.
She rocked faster as she sees a drop of pre-cum bead at its tip and she imagines flicking her tongue across the tip of his cock, tasting him. She feels his hand in her hair, holding her there while she sits on the edge of the tub, fingers buried in her pussy. He thrusts deep into her mouth, deep, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.
She uses one hand to pinch her nipple and it sends a jolt through her.
She imagines him fucking her mouth, his hands holding her head in place while he takes her. Feeling her pussy tighten on her fingers, she knows she’s close to climaxing.
She pushes harder against her hand as she pictures him pulling her head off his cock, stroking it at her lips while he tells her what a beautiful little slut she is. When she sees him cumming in her mind, she joins him, arching into it, her clit hard against her hand as her pussy squeezes her fingers and the telltale fluids drip out around them.
She slows, rocking slowly while the spasms quiet. She sits there a moment, breathing deep, still seeing him in her mind’s eye before slipping back into the warm water of the tub, eyes closed, dreaming of him.
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