The star of the show

A subtle yellowish light was sneaking through a small crevice in the curtains. In her exhaustion, Camille had forgotten to close them properly. The invading light slowly covered her skin as the sun came out; it had been a warm night and she had taken her clothes off. The light started at her feet, exalting her long legs. At 6 a.m. the lower half of her body was bathed in a golden light; her lace panties clearly outlining the shape of her pussy. She was damp and her clit hinted through the material. Her eyes were shut, her lips were slightly open, and her breathing was soft and light. As the sun hit her face she woke up: “Ugh, I can’t believe this. Noooo, ugh. I need sleep!” She opened one of her eyes and looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was 6:23, she still had 40 minutes of sleep. She rolled over, trying to escape the light, but as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t go back to sleep. She wasn’t ready to get up, though. Also, her pussy was craving for attention.

Camille slowly traced the outline of her neck and kept going down. She drew a circle around one of her breasts with her finger before pinching her nipple; it was so hard. She let out a small moan and then reached for her pussy. As she cupped her pussy through her panties, she felt how wet she was. “Fuck I’m so wet”. Camille turned her body and laid on her back. She raised her knees and slid-off her panties. The light made her skin glow, and the curves of her body created pliable shadows that framed her pussy. A thin streak of pussy juice hanged from her lips, a hint of the wetness inside of her. With one of her hands she opened her pussy, while the other dextrously captured some of the moisture. She licked and sucked her fingers; she loved her own taste, it made her so horny. She coated her finger with her saliva and went back to her pussy. She smeared the thick saliva onto her clit and her pussy lips; as she moved her fingers it began to look more like a white foam. Soon she was dripping wet, her fingers buried deep inside of her and moving as if she was taunting someone to come and play with her. As she withdraws her fingers, her pussy juice forms an arc between her fingers and the entrance to her pussy; she takes her hand to her mouth, her fingers covered in her thick and creamy cum. She licks her fingers, she smiles, she loves how wet she is. “Dessert before breakfast”. She goes back to work, this time she is moving her fingers more furiously while rubbing her clit with her other hand. She wants to cum bad. Soon she is panting and moaning. She lets out very soft moans and inhales deeply. Twenty seconds pass before she exhales, her breathing is heavy and raw, broken by gasps as if trying to inhale more air than she is capable of taking inside of her. She takes her fingers out of her pussy and sucks them one last time. With the sun now blasting through her window, the white linens disperse the light in all direction and her tanned body seems caught in an orb of the softest glow. The alarm goes off, time to get up.

Camille turns on the water, it hisses as it touches the floor; heat and steam quickly rising and thickening the air. The graduates the temperature and slips right in. She loves the sensation of the water on her body. Lines of water flow from her hair, her lips, and her neck. The water reaches her breasts and breaks into microscopic deltas that spread through her skin. Some of the water reaches her nipples; she can feel it, the water flowing and stimulating the millions of receptors that give meaning to touch. Her nipples become hard, she is aroused, she is purposefully directing her breasts towards the water stream. She bites her lip. She grabs her nipples, she wants more; she arches her back and pushes her pelvis forward. Now the water is crashing on her mound, she lets out a gasp and a muffled moan. She snaps back to reality; not time to waste. She quickly washes her body and turns off the shower. Each drop of water on her skin is a prism that bends and reflects light; she is a tapestry and each molecule adhered to her flesh a hidden star.
As she is getting dressed she notices she is wet again. “Why am I so horny today!? Oh, I wish I could cum one more time, I’m so late. Ugh!.” As she is leaving, a little piece of yellowish paper is slowly falling towards the floor of her apartment. “Where did you come from?” She catches the paper mid-air. “That’s odd, what the hell is this?” The paper is slightly smaller than her hand and the only thing printed on it is a Star of Vergina. “Pretty”. She leaves it on the table by the door and heads out.

As she is walking towards the subway station, a TV on small shop has the news on. As she is trying to decipher what the news is about, she notices that at the right corner of the screen it says “anal sex”. She is perplexed, she looks at the screen again; it says “Channel 6”. She grimaces “I’m going crazy.” She heads to the subway. As she enters the train she takes every morning to go to work, she realises she is very wet. She can feel some of her pussy juice slowly making its way down her thighs and past her skirt line. She sees an open seat, she makes a run for it. She sits down and covers her legs with her purse. She tries to clean herself using her hand; she hopes no one noticed. As the train starts to move, she can feel every bump, every change in speed, even the vibrations from the cart are making her horny. “What is going on? This never happens”, she whispers. She finds a place to stand, she doesn’t want to have wet spot on the back of her skirt. The 20 minute subway ride feels infinite, she is so wet.