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Thoughts Of You Ch. 02

By: molly_hunter28



My eyes open, I hear the soft strains of some music coming from the radio. It must still be early. I lay there in bed, nothing but a pair of white panties, boy shorts. My arms stretch, a yawn slipping past lips. I turn over, looking at the clock and see the time. It's barely eight on a Saturday. 

I don't want to move. I want nothing more then to lay here, to let my eyes drift closed and fall back into dreams of you. You do know I dream of you. I see your face so vividly in my dreams. Your hands, your touch, it all comes back to me when I'm lost in that little word. You can see why I want to stay lost in it.

So I just lay there, surrounded by my dark red sheets, my soft comforter, and a few pillows beneath my head. I let my mind listen to the soft jazz on the radio, the sensual saxophone playing its melody. My mind pictures you, your face and figure appear before me. We smile; I can see it so clearly. We are both dressed to the nines. 

Did I ever tell you look amazing in a suit? The way it lays over your body, its pure perfection. Already my hands itch to begin unbuttoning those buttons of your shirt. You look so amazing, look so you. You do know you have a way; it's not over the top but still strong. It fits, like us.

I see your eyes though; they darken as they look me over. I feel so sexy, so beautiful in what I'm wearing. I can feel my own confidence even in the dream. My hands run over the fabric and I look down, its red, a deep rich dark red. Strapless and extremely form fitting the dress is. I can feel that as I walk to you in some dangerously sexy high heels. My hand reaches yours and you smile. I love that smile, it looks so good on you.

I can still hear the music, that sexy and sultry jazz filtering in. Your arms wrap around me and we are dancing. It's slow and our bodies are very close, almost touching. My hands toy with your hair, running through it at the base of your neck. You smell so good, it's so clear, almost etched into my memory. I lean in closer to your neck and take al long, deep breath. Amazing, it's like you really are here.

We dance, we move, we touch. Our bodies so close, rubbing against each other causing that reaction, that one that we both can't seem to get enough of. I can feel your hands rubbing a light circle on my back. My eyes close and I lean my head on your shoulder, so into the moment and your touch. I can feel your breath there on my neck; it's hot and sends sparks straight to my tummy. I can feel my body responding the pressure of just being this close, of touching you this way.

My panties are damp, did you know that. I'm sure you did. You always seem to know when I'm aroused, thanks to you though it's almost a constant. Now though, feeling your body, your strength pressing against me is what's doing it. Your not even here, it's just my mind, the image of you that's done it. 

In my mind I still feel your hands on me, rubbing; I can also feel your cock hard against my thigh. I knew I affected you. I liked knowing that, it gave me a power. That kind that only a woman has when she knows the man she's with wants her. It made me smile as I pressed little kisses to your neck. I moved up to your jaw, then to those lips. Kissing you is something I never expected. The spark when our lips touched made me react made my body react. It was slow moving and teasing. We tasted each other. There was absolutely no rush. There was only this undeniable need to continue. 

My hands toyed with your hair, your neck then ran along you shirt. I imagined undoing each button and baring your body to me. Then somehow it was gone, the clothes and you. I was left back in my bed, my body aching and needy. The nipples so hard, even the fabric of my sheet seemed too much. I knew they needed to be touched. I let my fingers pinch, roll those hardened nubs. I teased them just as you would, right up to the point I wanted more.

It was only then I let my one hand move from my breast and down the curves of my stomach. Chills ran through me, my body was so sensitive. My legs parted, opening to the exploration of my hand. The skin so soft, so smooth, but the heat was undeniable. I let my fingers slip into my almost nonexistent panties. My mound was just as smooth as the rest of my skin, but I could feel it plump with need. Slowly my fingers explored my folds, drawing out that little bud that wasn't hard to find. 

My clit was begging for attention and I thought of you and what you would do to me. You'd tease; you would take your time with me. That is what I would do. I let my fingers move around, running just around the heated little fuck button. I let a finger slip farther down, deeper into the wetness of my slit. I dipped inside, only briefly as I brought up some it to tease my nub with. Finally I touched, just a flick. 

Oh yes I could hear my body shouting. The touch nearly made me loose it then. I kept my mind thinking of you, of how you would want my hands to move, what you would want to see. I flicked my clit again, biting my lip because the please was too much. I then began rubbing, ever so lightly, still in a teasing way. How good that felt I can't begin to say. My hips moved a little but my hand didn't change, just teased.

I let one finger slip back inside my wet cunt, instant pleasure. My eyes closed tighter as I saw you again watching and whispering in that sweet sexy voice, telling me "that's it, just like that baby." 

That finger moved, in and out, my thumb still teasing my clit. My other hand was still pulling and pinching at my nipples. I was getting closer, so damn close. I added another finger and continued pushing in and out, spearing into my pussy, fucking myself. 

It's your fault I have this need, that I want and crave this release so much. Thinking about you does this to me every time. I can see you watching, knowing what you do to me. Your hands around your cock as you see my fingers moving, faster harder, rubbing so perfectly. 

I see your mouth moving, telling me something. "Cum baby, cum just for me." 

So lost in my image of you, in my desire to please you, to cum just for you I let my thumb rub harder, curl my finger just right. Hitting that spot, that perfect spot and in just a few strokes your name falls from my lips. My back arches, my hips lift. My head tosses back and forth but my hand doesn't stop as the spasms roll through me. My breathing is so rapid, my chest rising and falling so quickly. It seems to take forever before I begin to come back down from that glorious high. I still hear you though.

"How do you taste baby?"

Those fingers slip from my sensitive cunt and move up to my lips. I suck lightly on those two fingers that have brought me great pleasure. I taste myself, stick and sweet. I let out a sigh as I roll to my side. I look out the window, seeing the sun rising. What a beautiful way to begin the day I think... 

Thoughts Of You Ch. 03



It's been one of those days, so long so drawn out and insane. I make my way home driving through traffic. The radio begins playing something catchy. It reminds me of you, something you would tell me about. I laugh a little and continue my way through the city streets. Soon I'm down my street, pulling into the drive. I grab some things out of the car. My camera, planner and those memory sticks. 

I had taken a few photos today. Started out as just a quick portrait setting for a client and then I decided to take a few of myself. You know I have such amazing taste in lingerie, I'm not bragging just stating a simple fact. You have told me so many times. In any case I took a few shots and I want to take some time and look at them. So the sticks go to the computer and I walk to the cabinet and have a glass of wine. I take a sip, letting out a sigh and begin letting my hair down.

I take off my boots, the zipper loud in the quiet house. The pants I have on are just a little tight and restricting and since I'm a little worn out I undo them and take them off, laying them on a chair by the couch. I'm left in a long-sleeved shirt that covers my ass, but not by much. The soft little pale pink lace tanga pokes out every so often. I grab the small little blue blanket and get comfy in the chair with my wine. 

The first stick is one of photo's of the client. A family, cute and sweet and I store them on my PC to edit later. Then I pop in the next, yes some of me. This set has me in some purple silk. It's draped over my body and I'm lying on a white cushion. Legs up just so, almost begging for you to slip in between them. 

I begin to do some editing, knowing I like to share my photos. I add a little more softness to the photo, getting it perfect. Then I move on to the next set of photos. This is one is in some white stockings, panties, and cut off t-shirt. It's cute and fun, there I am near a vacuum, looking as though I've done my house cleaning in nothing but that. I finish going through them and find some photos I thought had been lost. That makes the day better. 

I decide to save the rest for morning; I'm a little run down and need a warm shower. Normally a bath would be just in order but I'm sleepy and want to crawl into bed. I let the water heat and test it with my fingers. It is perfection. I take off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I undo the pale pink demi cup bra, my breasts happy to be free from the constraints. My hands run over my stomach, moving to cup my breasts. They fill my little hands perfectly, not overflowing, just right. I roll my nipples in my fingers, taking in a deep breath.

I let out that breath and let my hands move over my tummy. I love the feel of my hands touching my body, running over the smoothness of my skin. It sends chills and shivers over me. My hands reach my panties, which are slightly wet with need and wanting. I let my fingertips move along the edge, slowly. My eyes drifted closed, I imagine you watching. You love to watch, I know. I like knowing that, knowing that want to see my hands and fingers teasing my own body for you. 

Slowly those fingers slip inside that waist band. They move slowly down, father farther between my legs to that wet warmth. I can hear you, your heated breath, harsh and whispering to me. "Touch my pussy; you know it's mine, so touch it for me baby." I let my long finger slip and part my sweet soft folds and move along that wet flesh. It's so warm and hot, so needy. One finger slips inside, a gasp slipping past my lips. It's one those sweet moans that you love to hear fall past my lips.

"Taste yourself for me."

It's barely audible. I know its only part of my imagination but I don't want to question it, just listen to it. I let that finger move from my warm and bring it to my lips. Slowly my tongue slips out and takes a little lick, and then I bring it to my mouth and suck it deep inside. I savor the sweet flavor, all my own. I suck on my finger, wanting to taste every drop of my sticky, sweet cream. 

I let out a sigh and remember my shower and that I'm a little chilled, which has nothing to do with my lack of clothes but more my desire. My hands remove those oh so cute panties and move them down my legs. I step from them and into the warmth of the falling water. I turn my back to the spray and let it fall over my long hair. I just stand there, letting in move across my body, which is still burning with need. 

My hands take the soap and a soft washcloth and begin to wash my body. I move so slow, teasing my skin along the way. Each movement etched into my mind, each pass of my hand making my body burn brighter. I turn and rinse myself and the cloth, then wipe over those sensitive areas, cleaning them. I gasp and know I need to find release. 

The cloth slips from my finger, landing on my toes as I lean against the shower wall. One hand moving to cup a breast, tease the nipple there. I roll it between my fingers, tormenting it as I pinch it ever so slightly. The other hand moves between my legs, one of which is up on the side of the white tub. My pussy, your pussy, is so wet, so warm and waiting to be touched. My fingers move, slipping past that little pleasure nub. 

"Show me baby; show me how you like it."

You voice is there in my head but in my mind your watching; you are looking into the bath and watching my fingers move inside my slit. My palm, rubbing up against my clit and at the contact I gasp. I do it again, each time my fingers, two of them, play me so perfectly. They move so deep, rubbing and curling, knowing right where that sweet secret spot is. I hit it when they thrust inside deep, then toying with my clit on the outstroke. The pleasure is so intense and I'm so close, so near, right on edge.

"You want to lover; I know you want to cum. Cum just for me."

There your sexy voice is again, so deep and in my head that I can hear you when your not here. I move them again because you're right, I want to cum. Then it hits, it hits hard and fast. It's deep and I can feel the walls of cunt closing over my slick fingers. I rub, I grind, prolonging that bliss, that sweet euphoria. My chest is rising, falling. I try for deep breaths but they are shallow, gasping for much needed air. I slowly stop, letting my fingers slip from my sensitive slit and bring them to my lips. I know you want me to taste them. I see your eyes watching, looking, as I suck them in and clean them. I'm exhausted now as I turn the water off. 

I slip from the shower and dry off, comb my hair and look in the mirror. My color is high, lips full and flushed. You can easily tell my body had just found happiness. I walk to my room, debate quickly about what to wear before deciding on nothing. I tuck myself in, pulling the covers around me and my eyes drift close so quickly. Just before I fall into that deep slumber I can hear you.

"Such a good girl, so beautiful when you cum..."



Thoughts Of You Ch. 04