Tiffany – Ch. 2

Part 2 of my first story. Be kind, but I’d appreciate your feedback! Enjoy!
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The next few days were agonizing for me. I was on pins and needles, waiting (and hoping) Chris would finally call me. I felt so stupid, checking my cell phone every chance I got, or keeping my cordless home phone with me at all times while I was at home. I didn’t dare leave the house except if absolutely necessary (I realized that I REALLY needed to go grocery shopping), for fear of missing his call.

I played with myself repeatedly – almost non-stop – since that day, using my favorite toys and getting into my favorite positions, but nothing compared to that first evening. I had even ordered that toy being advertised on TV that was supposed to “blow your hair back”, hoping it would arrive soon and I could do something to satisfy the insane itch I needed to scratch. I even found myself just lounging around without any panties and wearing just my over-sized night shirts so I could easily reach down and tease my horny kitty whenever I could (which was almost constantly).

By the time Friday rolled around, the feelings were starting to subside and I was resigning myself to spending the weekend club-hopping to look for a new boy-toy to play with. It had been over a month since I had gotten laid, and I really needed to feel a nice, hard cock in my pussy, even if it was just a one-night stand. I was getting pretty sexually frustrated, and even Dayna (one of the girls at work) had noticed and said I just needed to go out and get good and fucked. I think she would have like to have been the one to take care of my insatiable throbbing between my legs, but all I really wanted was to be pounded into oblivion by Chris, and I still wasn’t comfortable enough to experiment with another girl.

On my way home, I stopped and picked up some Chinese take-out and planned on spending the night by myself, curled up on the couch and watching movies. When I got home, I wanted to pamper myself before my movie-marathon, so instead of taking my customary after-work shower, I started a bath in my over-sized garden tub. Adding a little too much bubble bath and lighting a few candles (I love candles), I returned to the bedroom and stripped off my work clothes.

Not thinking of anything – or anyone – in particular, I let my hands roam over my naked flesh, feeling my own arousal. I was feeling my wonderful boobs, admiring their shape, their fullness, and lightly caressed my skin just the way I liked it. I smiled as I watched my nipples grow right before my eyes and marveled at the rush of wetness between my legs as I licked my finger and traced wet circles around each of them.

I padded back into the bathroom, paying attention at how my boobs swayed when I walked – giving a quick bounce on my heels to watch them jiggle for a second in front of the mirror, and with a giggle and huge smile, I stepped into the bubble-filled tub. Even though there was still some evening skylight coming through the window, it was an extremely romantic setting, and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking naughty thoughts. The only thing I was missing was a glass of wine, and Chris.

That started my motor running again, and I closed my eyes as I started imaging the feel of his hands again. I ran my own hands back over my breasts, wishing it was Chris that was discovering how wonderful they felt; exploring their soft texture, their weight, their size, their firmness. I was picturing the expressions of pleasure and discovery on his face as I let my hands continue to roam over my soft and smooth skin.

I pulled my feet closer, which allowed my knees to rest on either side of the tub and opened up my pussy. I glided my hands gently up and down the insides of my thighs under the water, enjoying the teasing. I began to imagine that Chris and I were naked on a deserted beach. In my mind, Chris was perched between my legs and it was his hands that were exploring me.

With my slightly puffy pussy lips parted, I gently slid my fingertips up and down the length of my slit. Aside from the water, I could feel the super-smooth wetness of my girl-juice.