While I studied the day’s sales figures, she kept calling me. Again, and again the “buzz, buzz” call drove me half-crazy and I knew it was her. She was relentless and so needy. But I had to concentrate, I had to get through the mountain of paperwork that just seemed to get higher each day. Who would have thought that years at university would see me as a paper-pusher? Welcome to the real world!
My stress levels were getting higher than my Inbox, and boy, was I looking forward to the weekend and some down time, no, “me time.” The buzzing kept coming but she would just have to wait until I could give her my undivided attention.
Friday finally came. “TFI, Friday” (Thank Fuck It’s Friday). A short ride and I was home. I stepped inside and closed the door on the world. Way too tired to do anything I simply soaked in the tub, almost nodding off a couple of times. I drank a glass, or two, of a chilled white wine, collapsed onto the bed, to be dead to the world.
Saturday morning the familiar Buzz buzz woke me from my deep sleep. “OMG she really is relentless.” My morning coffee was sweet and soothing but the constant buzzing and the news on TV brought my stress levels back.
I turned the TV off and put on some soft background music to soothe my soul. With the fine weather, I decided to do my house chores wearing only my black panties. Not used to work half naked I became conscious of the swaying movement of my breasts. Every time I bent down to polish the coffee table or wipe the dust off the chairs my ladies made me aware of their existence. I could feel my nipples stiffening. Just to feel them so free drove sensations down to the valley between my legs. I clenched my thighs together. That felt so good that I did it a few times more. The clenching brought, as I knew it would, a little trickle into my panties.
“Keep your hand away, Susan, you’ve done so well denying yourself so far,” I reprimanded myself. Ignoring the criticism for a while, I allowed myself a few moments of pleasure by pressing by mound against the corner of the washing machine and sitting astride the arm of a chair.
Once my chores were done, I relaxed on the sofa to let the music wash over me. Then she returned her relentless onslaught again; her constant buzz-buzz, calling me, no, craving for my attention. I had to give in, I couldn’t resist any longer, I had to accept her call.
I cupped my naked breasts, worrying my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, before sliding my hands over my smooth tummy to the top of my panties. Pulling up my legs, I bypassed my soaked panties to touch my silky thighs with both hands. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, my hands slipped to the V where my legs met my genitals. A little sigh escaped my lips as I first stroked my mound then cupped my pussy through my panties, my wet panties.
But my tits called my hands back. I had to restart my self-love. My cupping and squeezing hands felt so good, and boy did my tits and nipples respond to my fingers. I kneaded the soft fleshy domes. I tried for the umpteenth time to reach and suck my own nipples, but all in vain. My boobs are not big enough and my neck not long enough. Maybe I might reach it with a few more yoga lessons.
Pushing my tits together I thought of the last time John had his hard cock between them, enjoying a tit wank. I blinked, remembering how it stung when a string of his sperm hit my eye. That memory couldn’t stop my hands continue their caressing, flitting from tit to tit, from nipple to nipple. Squeezing, pinching, twisting.
Looking down I watched my fingers slipping under the elastic top of my black panties. The color of material contrasted with the white of my tummy and thighs, so striking and erotic. Oh, I loved that feeling as my hand went down my panties. The only other hand that dared to move beyond that elastic was Kate’s. I remembered how her pink nail varnish was almost exactly the same shade of my panties than night.
As I touched the curls of my little bush, a thrill ran down my spine straight to my pussy. As my fingertips caressed my clit the sensation of Kate’s touch flooded my memories and my panties.
Looking down at how my hand moved beneath my black panties, I had the feeling the hand and panties were someone else’s. It made the sensation of my fingers caressing the valley between my wet puffy pussy lips so fucking erotic that I nearly came. With my slick fingers, I returned the attention to my aching clit. The 8000 nerves in my little bud brought all my attention to that one spot. It was time to get serious. After so much self-denial, I wanted this, I needed this, I deserved this.
I lifted my bum and with thumbs curled into each side I push my panties down. Down my legs but leaving them stretched around my ankles. My knees automatically open. My fingers traced along my inner thighs. Oh, I shivered with the anticipation, no matter how many times I’d done it before. She, my pussy, was already leaking. She craved to be touched. My favorite vibrator would feel good inside, but no, she wanted to feel my tactile fingers, and I wanted to feel my beautiful pussy. Fingers it would be.
Fingertips fluttered on soft wet pussy lips. Playing with them, opening them, knowing and remembering how they looked like beautiful pink butterfly wings. A finger circled my entrance then slipped so easily inside, soon to be joined by another finger. I hooked my fingers, curling it inside, then backed out to slip along my slit to the top of my clit then back in. I repeated this action many times, increasing the joy and passion between my legs.
Oh, I loved my pussy and she loved me. She was more abuzz now than before. She purred as I press her magic button and my fingers moved over her slippery inner walls. My nipples were erect and tingling as I pushed my pussy up to my probing fingers.
Thoughts and memories returned in alliance with my fingers. John’s cock pumping hot sperm deep in my love hole; Kate astride my thighs, leaving a slick silver streak on my black stockings; her head between my legs and her eyes fixed on mine as her tongue brought me to an orgasm. The images in my mind made me wetter and wetter. My slick juices intensified the pleasure. My sighs and moans mixed with wet squelchy sounds from between my legs. Oh, this felt so damned good. My vagina sucked my fingers and clenched around them. Frantically I fingered her, fucked her, made love to her.
I could feel it building deep inside. Then came the feeling of pure joy. Right from my inner core bliss washed through my whole body. It gushed over my fingers. My bush and thighs were soaking wet. It trickled down my ass crack, staining the sofa. But who cared?
She was so rewarding with her juices and girl cum. She and I basked in wet pussy quivering heaven. Delicious fingers being licked clean, pussy lips twitching, clit tingling, and love hole still pulsating.
I pulled my panties back up. A job well done. Making my way up to bed she gave me another little buzz, but this time a buzz of satisfaction.
I slept like a baby. Stress levels at 0. For Now!
The next time she calls, “Buzzes,” I won’t leave it so long. When she wants attention, she’ll get all the attention she needs, from now on.
Enjoy!