the loo and then climbed into the shower, where I stood letting the hot water penetrate deep into my muscles. It had been a while but I suddenly felt the need to be touched. Needless to say, Adam popped into my mind. Even after everything that had happened, he was the only one that made me feel horny. Just the thought of him when I was naked was enough to make me desperate for an orgasm. I covered myself in shower gel and gently rubbed my arms and legs, my back then my chest. My hands hovered over my breasts as I thought about the night in the pool, how close we'd been to actually doing it. I remembered how his hands had touched me all over, before his tongue came so close to licking me right where I desperately needed it to.
I slid my hands down over my belly, through the soft pubic hair until my fingers rested there. I groaned. I cupped myself for a moment before plunging my finger inside myself. My buttocks pushed forward against my hands, and I leaned forward onto the wall with one hand. It wasn't enough though. I needed more.
So I rinsed myself off and towel dried before walking into the bedroom, opening the wardrobe searching around for my special box. I pulled out my favourite vibrator. It had cost a small fortune, but boy did it work. Matt and I used to use it together all the time.
I climbed on the bed and covered myself with the duvet, shutting out the light, then I switched it on to pulse and allowed my thoughts to drift to London, the one and only time Adam and I had ever had full on sex. I say one and only time, but we'd actually done it almost all night long, so quite a few times in total. We'd done it in the shower and in the bath, on the desk in the hotel room, the floor, in front of the mirror and, eventually, in the bed.
The sensation intensified as I thought back to the evening we'd danced in the rain before heading to his house in the country. I let out a deep guttural groan as the vibrations sent my body into convulsions. I came more than once and then removed the device from my body and turned it off. Then I just lay there feeling guilty.
I should have been doing that with my husband, not with a bloody machine. I flipped back the covers and looked out of the window. It was such a grey day. Tears filled my eyes, as I thought about what was probably happening in the house next door.
Were they having early morning sex? I'd heard that pregnancy can increase all kinds of sensations during intercourse. I groaned and rolled over, trying to shake the image from my mind, but it wouldn't budge. All I could think about was Adam shoving himself deep inside her, doggie style. She'd have his fingers in her mouth while she touched herself with her own.
The thought made me feel warm down below. I hated it. Hated that such a horrible idea was still turning me on.
I screamed silently and threw the vibrator across the room. It hit the wardrobe and fell to the carpet with a thud.
I jumped off the bed and ran back towards it. Picking it up, I turned it back on and tiptoed to the window, where I knelt down so anyone looking could only see the top half of me. I couldn't care less if anyone saw me as I rubbed it against myself, my lower half gyrating against it. I didn't put it inside me this time, I just thought about Adam and rubbed it against my clitoris. As if reading my mind, their front door opened just as I started to come. He looked up at me and I just stared as I came right in front of him. My mouth opened and I groaned.
He looked shocked, gazing around and then back up at me. His face showed nothing but intense longing. I knew if he could, he would have climbed our stairs two at a time and fucked me long and hard, for the rest of the day. I stood up so he could see my naked self and stepped away from the window.
A couple of minutes later, I heard his tyres screeching as he drove away.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The swelling had gone down and the bruising was almost gone, but Matt had made no
I slid my hands down over my belly, through the soft pubic hair until my fingers rested there. I groaned. I cupped myself for a moment before plunging my finger inside myself. My buttocks pushed forward against my hands, and I leaned forward onto the wall with one hand. It wasn't enough though. I needed more.
So I rinsed myself off and towel dried before walking into the bedroom, opening the wardrobe searching around for my special box. I pulled out my favourite vibrator. It had cost a small fortune, but boy did it work. Matt and I used to use it together all the time.
I climbed on the bed and covered myself with the duvet, shutting out the light, then I switched it on to pulse and allowed my thoughts to drift to London, the one and only time Adam and I had ever had full on sex. I say one and only time, but we'd actually done it almost all night long, so quite a few times in total. We'd done it in the shower and in the bath, on the desk in the hotel room, the floor, in front of the mirror and, eventually, in the bed.
The sensation intensified as I thought back to the evening we'd danced in the rain before heading to his house in the country. I let out a deep guttural groan as the vibrations sent my body into convulsions. I came more than once and then removed the device from my body and turned it off. Then I just lay there feeling guilty.
I should have been doing that with my husband, not with a bloody machine. I flipped back the covers and looked out of the window. It was such a grey day. Tears filled my eyes, as I thought about what was probably happening in the house next door.
Were they having early morning sex? I'd heard that pregnancy can increase all kinds of sensations during intercourse. I groaned and rolled over, trying to shake the image from my mind, but it wouldn't budge. All I could think about was Adam shoving himself deep inside her, doggie style. She'd have his fingers in her mouth while she touched herself with her own.
The thought made me feel warm down below. I hated it. Hated that such a horrible idea was still turning me on.
I screamed silently and threw the vibrator across the room. It hit the wardrobe and fell to the carpet with a thud.
I jumped off the bed and ran back towards it. Picking it up, I turned it back on and tiptoed to the window, where I knelt down so anyone looking could only see the top half of me. I couldn't care less if anyone saw me as I rubbed it against myself, my lower half gyrating against it. I didn't put it inside me this time, I just thought about Adam and rubbed it against my clitoris. As if reading my mind, their front door opened just as I started to come. He looked up at me and I just stared as I came right in front of him. My mouth opened and I groaned.
He looked shocked, gazing around and then back up at me. His face showed nothing but intense longing. I knew if he could, he would have climbed our stairs two at a time and fucked me long and hard, for the rest of the day. I stood up so he could see my naked self and stepped away from the window.
A couple of minutes later, I heard his tyres screeching as he drove away.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The swelling had gone down and the bruising was almost gone, but Matt had made no
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