Amy shifted uncomfortably in her bed. Something would not allow her to continue with her slumber. She had no clue as to what was happening to her, but there was an urge, a howling desire that called from within, an inner voice that left her strangely confused. Amy pulled up the satin bed sheet that was tucked between her feet; the sheer feel of the delicate fabric rubbing against her inner thighs made every hair stand on end.
It was the same feeling that washed over her a fortnight ago and by the time it was over, she had found herself sleeping next to two women whom she had not even known. Fearing the impending implications, she had fled the hotel room and rushed home. This time, the feeling was stronger, and Amy found herself fighting a lost battle. A tiny part of her brain though, was silently enjoying this strange sentiment…
Amy was a tall blonde with lovely eyes and a round face, dimples that would warm hearts, and a smile that would end wars. Her hair dropping to her shoulders completed her unblemished look. She was at the peak of her youth, radiating a certain kind of newly found gusto. Her breasts, 36c’s, adorned with perfect areola, were devoid of any kind of flaw and she loved every bit of them. Her firm buttocks would send many a tongue wagging, as she would often tease her colleagues by wearing snug fit trousers that would highlight her curves unbelievably. Amy was sexy and she knew it. She had used her body as a tool to manipulate many members of the opposite gender and had never tasted failure on this count.
She lay in bed, sweat trickling from her brow, trying to fight this sudden upsurge of libido. It soon turned out to be in vain, much to the delight of the diminutive part of her mind that wanted it to go on. Her pussy, a sight to behold, had a tiny landing strip that ended right before her protruding clit. Her fat outer lips parted way to give access to a thin pair of inner lips that embraced the satin bed sheet with desire. She twirled the bed sheet and yanked it harder between her thighs, letting out stifled moans in the process. Her clitoris had grown to full size by now. The fabric touched it and sent through her a jolt of inexplicable sensation. Her mind had lost control of her limbs, reducing her to a vassal of her carnal emotions. She tugged harder and rubbed her cunt even more violently, time and again brushing her clit furiously. She slowly let a finger inside her pussy and began pumping, softly at first and gaining momentum with every passing second. She circled her engorged clit with her thumb; her moans giving way to loud grunts. She realized she was getting close to an orgasm of enormous proportions. She continued masturbating, her eyes deep shut and a frown written over her face, as she focused her entire energy on making her pussy feel better. Before she could fathom, she was close, way to close to stop, she wanted it bad, she wanted it to run through her like a freight train. Then it came, the strongest orgasm she had experienced in all of perpetuity. It sent shivers down her spine and made her twist and turn like a woman possessed. The frown on her face metamorphasised into a smile, a smile of contention, a smile of completion. She brought the sheet close to her nose and inhaled deeply, numerously, savoring the aroma of her juices. She stuck her tongue out and licked the enormous wet patch her pussy had made. She loved the taste of it. She wanted more of it. And she wanted it soon.
The workout had left her sore and she was thinking of a way to heal herself before the voice in her head spoke up.