They were so wet that she could feel the juices soaking through onto her finger, and she let herself touch her clit through the wet fabric for a few moments before she took her hand out of her skirt.
she couldn’t do this in the kitchen, she thought, and she quickly made her way to her room, which was downstairs. she left the lights in the den off, the light coming through the windows enough to see, and left the door to her room open so it was lit dimly. she started to unbutton her shirt, wanting to get her bra off so she could rub her breasts properly. she glanced in the mirror as she did so, and laughed at herself, shaking her head. she usually didn’t have to masturbate — whenever she wanted anything, Chris was more than willing to give her what she needed. If he wasn’t watching hockey, of course. And when she did touch herself, it was usually at night, in bed, before she fell asleep. she don’t think she had ever done this before — purposely gone downstairs and stripped to masturbate. The thought was kind of exciting.
she got her blouse off and dropped it on the floor, her bra soon following it. she started to rub both her breast, sighing as she pinched both her nipples. she let herself enjoy it for a few mohernts, before she decided she needed more. she unzipped her skirt and slid out of it, wiggling her hips so it fell to the floor. She looked in the mirror again. Her nipples were hard, the rosy pink nubs sticking out from her pale breasts. she slid her hands down her stomach and hips, her skin tingling with anticipation as she touched her skin. She still had her panties on. They weren’t exactly sexy — just plain white cotton, though they were bikini cut and had a little pink rose embroidered in the center. Even in the dim lighting, she could see the wet spot between her legs. she stared in the mirror, watching as she slid a hand into her panties, rubbing her neatly shaven mound, and gasping as she started to slide a finger along her slit. she couldn’t believe how wet she was for a mohernt, until she thought again about Mr. Orton licking her cunt.
The thought excited her even more and she circled her finger around her clit before sliding the tip of it into her tight, dripping wet hole. she sighed softly, pulling it out and circling her clit again before repeating the action. After a few more repetitions, she couldn’t take it anymore.
She pulled her hand out of her panties, giggling as she chucked them right out the door of her room. she sat on her bed, swinging her legs up onto the covers as she arranged the pillows so she was propped up just slightly. she started to touch her breasts again, and this time, she let one hand continue to fondle herself as she rubbed a finger along her slit. It was covered in juices by the time she slide it inside her, and she sighed as she moved it slowly. She closed her eyes, imagining that the hand on her breast was Mr. Orton’s, and that he was whispering in her ear that she had to be a good little girl if she wanted more. she kept moving her finger slowly, just enjoying the feel of her tight walls as she touched herself.
She imagined that Mr. Orton dipped his head down between her legs and was licking at her clit while he fingered her slowly, and she used her thumb to press down on it lightly. The action made her moan unintentionally, and she gasped at the sudden sound. she laughed again, remembering that she didn’t really have to be quiet — no one was home.
she kept pinching her nipple as she worked her pussy with her other hand. she started to move her finger a little bit faster, before deciding it wasn’t enough. she took it out, rubbing two fingers along her slit, collecting her juices on both of them before she slide them back in her pussy. she moaned, this time intentionally, moving her fingers slowly again. She tweaked her nipple as she gently rubbed her clit again. “Fuck,” she whispered, tilting her head back.
She was imagining Mr. Orton licking her nipples as he fingered her, his strong hands on her knees and spreading her legs, when there was a loud bang from above her. she glared at the roof. The stupid cat had probably knocked over his scratching post again, and she was more than annoyed that he had interrupted her. she rolled her eyes, shutting them again as she continued to finger her cunt.
The image in her mind now was of Mr. Orton, and somehow between her last fantasy and this one, he had lost his clothing. He was lying over top of her, and she could see his dick. she didn’t imagine it to be any larger than average — she was a really small girl, and big dicks kind of made her nervous.
Her boyfriend had once shown her a picture of a girl not much bigger than her with a dick that must have been thicker than her wrist inside her. she think something like that would just rip her in half, and to tell the truth, they kind of scared her. An average dick was more than enough. she rubbed her hand along her pussy, moaning much louder than was necessary as she imagined Mr. Orton rubbing his dick along her, asking her if a little girl like her could handle him. she pushed her fingers back inside her cunt, raising her hips just slightly as she pretended they were his dick. she curled her fingers a bit, rubbing them against her g-spot as she started moving them quicker. she was gasping now, still fondling her breast as she imagined Mr. Orton thrusting into her.
She bit her lip, shuddering as she felt the onset of her orgasm coming on. In her mind, Mr. Orton was holding her legs over his shoulders, pushing his dick deep inside her with every thrust.
“Fuck, Mr. Orton” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as tight as they would go. she was close, and she moved her fingers as fast as they could, her other hand abandoning her breast so it could pay full attention to her clit. “Oh Mr. Orton, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me harder!.”
She don’t even know exactly what she was whispering, all she know is that in her mind, Mr. Orton was thrusting hard into her. she was writhing under her own fingers, imagining everything she could about his dick, when she heard a suspicious noise outside her room. It was as if someone was inside the house.