Imagining his touch

Her mind had begun to work on ideas long before he had left the office. As a matter of fact she had begun nearly as soon as he had left for work. She had started lying in bed, still sleepy from the night before, her mind wondering over the feel of his hands on her body during a sensual erotic massage. In a half dream state she had laid there for an hour, the linen sheets caressing her as she rolled and writhed in them imagining him still here in the nice warm bed with her.

She was, by nature, a very sensual being. It was not the act of penetration she was imagining but the intimacy of touch, the feel of his body next to her, the massage and caresses and the kisses that drove her mad with desire. It was just him, his flesh, his touch, his presence that went through her mind over and over until she knew she had to get out of bed or she would spend all day in this dreamlike state of frenzy.

   Finally getting herself out of bed she found it did not help. Sitting and trying to think of what she needed to do during the day, all she could think of was him. It was frustrating and yet so amazingly erotic to her that he filled her mind so fully so that only he was there, nothing else. The bed still smelled like him, his scent drifting in the air and teasing her. She grinned at the wonderful feeling of abandon in wanting someone this much.

   She allowed herself to get lost in thoughts of him for a while. She ran her hands over her naked flesh and imagined his touch. Playing with her aching nipples, she imagined his mouth sucking them in, biting them playfully, and nibbling until she was begging him. Her fingers traced down her belly and she succumbed to him. Her wetness dampening the sheets under her, she let his touch penetrate her making her body shake. Rolling to her belly, she grabbed and spread herself like he did, let the air tease her wetness.

   This is how it had gone all day as she waited for him to get off work. Time and time again she had found herself closing her eyes and feeling him touch her but rather then sate her hunger, it had only driven it to fury. She was starving for his touch. She was dying to feel him against her, on her, in her.

   She contemplated calling him and begging him to come home right then but the wait seemed to make it hotter, more erotic. Knowing she would see him soon but that she had to wait made her want it even more. So she did her best to get things done but again and again found herself unable to keep from driving herself mad with his touches.

   She showered and shaved, making sure she was perfect for him, so smooth his kisses would feel like silk on her most intimate of flesh. She imagined his lips and then the roughness of his five o'clock shadow rubbing and scraping her. She had to stop the thoughts or she would have been lost into another fantasy of touching and cumming for him. Instead she sat and let the cool air dry her lips, enjoying the feeling of being totally exposed as she waited for him.

She found herself nearly purring like a kitten as the hour grew near his return. Excited, aroused, and famished for him, she still waited patiently. She was in another half dream state watching the clock, the digital numbers slowly clicking off the minutes until his return. She smiled and enjoyed the excitement, the want that flowed through her. Breathing in his scent from the bed, she felt him almost here. Minute by minute slowly crept by until it was time, he would be home soon. She felt her entire body tingling and aching. Like a child on Christmas morning, she couldn't wait for Santa to get here. She giggled at her own state of horniness. She wasn't normally such a nymphet but he made her feel so amazingly sexual, like a door to all that energy was opened and years of pent up need was rushing out and engulfing him. He didn't seem to mind at all.

Then she heard his car outside. Her heart was racing; she wanted to run to the door but stayed put. She got up to her knees and waited. Her breath was short and excited and she wanted to just run and jump on him but she held herself in place. She began to grin devilishly as she heard his footfalls approaching the front door. She found her mouth watering, imagining how he tasted; his kisses, his skin, his cum . . . How his kisses tasted after he had gone down on her and made her cum all over his face . . . How he smelled after sex, that wonderful sweaty manly smell.
The door opened and she could barely sit still. She allowed her top to fall just enough to expose her beautiful breasts, to let him see her naked flesh and still nipples waiting for him. She wanted him to see and want her as much as she wanted him. As he stepped inside, his eyes locked on her and the bulge in his pants that immediately sprang up told her, he did. He grinned as he drank in the sight of her.

Hey baby! She said with an impish look.

Hey. He said, already pulling off his tie as he shut the door.

I've missed you. She said, biting her lip playfully.

Ya? I've missed you too. He said unbuttoning his shirt.

I've been thinking about you all day. She purred and let her hands begin to caress her breasts.

He grinned.
Wanna see? She asked, her hands sliding down between her legs. He stopped and stared as she began to show him just what she had been up to all day. As he watched, she began to let him know just how much she missed him.

As much as he liked his job, it was the end of day he lived for. His homecoming was always so welcumming.

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