1. Do You Want Me As Much As I Want You?


    Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: Cyndy, Source: LushStories

    Do you want me as much as I want you? In the afternoon, all I could do was think about you. My body was trembling at the thought of being with you. Looking at your picture on my phone, I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. First, off came my jeans. My tee shirt went flying across the family room, landing on the television. Unclasping my bra, it too soared, landing somewhere beyond a chair. Removing my panties and dropping them beside me, I reclined on the couch and spread my legs. I gasped as my fingers went to work on my pussy. This wasn’t going to be a long and drawn out effort…I needed an immediate release! With one set of fingers I massaged my clit and with the other I used two to plunge in and out. I imagined you sitting across the room, watching me touch myself. I pictured the lust in your eyes as you scanned me from head to toe. Standing up, you quickly took off your clothes and walked over to me. Soon we were kissing, touching, fucking… I came quickly. I cried out loud as the orgasm swept through me. Even as it subsided, I dreamed that we were lying together on the couch, still kissing while our hands explored each other’s bodies. I wasn’t in a rush to get up. Playing with my nipples, I thought of your tongue enjoying one at a time. Smiling, I sighed in delight. It made me wonder… did you want me as much as I wanted you? My day dreaming came to an abrupt end with the phone ringing. Startled, feeling like I had been discovered, my heart was pounding. ... Before I answered, I looked to see who the caller was… and it was you! “Hello,” I said weakly. “Hey, Cyndy!” the cheery voice spoke. “Hope I am not interrupting anything.” I was glad it was a phone call and not in person, because I knew I was blushing. I have always hated that I had no control over that! “No, I was just finishing up some things here,” I said, trying not to sound fucked out. “Are we still on for Friday night?” the voice asked. “Yes, of course. Jimmy and I are looking forward to seeing you guys,” I was starting to get composed. “We are aiming for dinner for about seven, so come any time before.” “We are really looking forward to being with you guys too. We will bring some of that wine you like!” was the reply, and with that the conversation was over. Standing up, I started to look for my clothes. Noticing that I had left a nice wet spot on the leather couch, I used my tee shirt to wipe it up. It took me a while to find where my bra was. The thought of you watching me, touching me, fucking me stayed with me the rest of the day. Even that night, when Jimmy and I had sex, I thought of you being there on the bed with us. It was only Wednesday. I didn’t know if I could contain myself until Friday. All I could think of was if you wanted me as much as I wanted you! Friday came quickly. We all had agreed to have a more formal evening, so Jimmy and I had prepared the house. We brought out our best china (originally my mother’s) and silverware (Jimmy’s grandmother’s). The ...
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