It had been a long week, and I was missing him so much.  I hadn’t seen him for over two weeks, this business trip he was on had been longer than the others.  Only more day until I would see him again and I couldn’t wait to get him naked.  I was insanely frustrated and wanted to have him in my bed, with his hands all over me, his fingers inside me.  I missed his touch, the way he trails his fingers down my thigh in the mornings to wake me up.

Walking through the door to our home, I dropped my keys and handbag on the hallway table I kicked off my shoes and padded through the carpeted corridor to the bedroom.  Having had dinner with some friends before coming home I wanted to settle in my favourite chair.  I had received an anonymous package in the post a few days ago and inside was a hot and steamy erotic novel.

There was no message inside and I didn’t have any idea as to who had sent it to me, but I was enjoying it immensely.  I had spent the last three nights falling asleep with a smile on my face.  The husband-wife sex scenes and hotwife sex had helped me come more than once and aided my ease into sleep.  I sent a grateful thank out into the universe to whoever had sent the book.  I was hooked and wanted to finish reading it this evening.

Changing from my restrictive work clothes of a tight pencil skirt and crisp white blouse I threw on a t-shirt, keeping my panties and digging out some oversized socks to put on.  Walking across to the chair, I picked up the book and found the bookmarked page and read on.  The characters were coming home from work themselves and were unable to wait until they were inside the apartment to make love.

The male character had his lady up against the wall and was thrusting up into her, hard.  I was imagining her head thrown back in ecstasy as they let out their mutual orgasms.

I felt the cushion dip next to me.  I was so absorbed with the lust and passion of the sex scene I had just read I had not heard that someone else was in our apartment with me.  I felt the tips of four fingers trail their way down my exposed thigh and to my knee.  By the time his fingers had reached the back of my knee my eyes were closed and I breathed in a lung full of air and smelt the familiar aftershave of my lover.

As he settled next to me not uttering a word I opened my eyes and looked straight into his baby blues.  He raised his eyebrow and nodded towards my book for me to keep reading.  I didn’t say a word and stared at him for a few more seconds and smiled shyly but dragged my eyes back the pages.  I shifted slightly on the chair that was big enough for the two of us.  The scene in the lift had gotten me a little hot and bothered and I knew that I was flushed and wet.  Reading about a cock thrusting hard into a pussy had me squirming in my seat, and I longed for a real cock to be repeatedly thrusting into me.

I longed to feel the heat spread across my body as I approached my climax.

Stretching my bare legs across his I felt the warmth from his skin seep into mine.  His hairy legs were a reminder to me of his masculinity and the familiar tickle on my legs.  I tried to read the book but lost my concentration several times and had to re-read the same paragraph which was particularly hot and was not aiding my focus.

As he placed the flat of his palm of his hand on the side of my knee and slowly smoothed up my leg, I knew that I would not be reading any more of the book tonight.  He was in my home, and I wanted him inside me and soon.  I turned to look into his soft blue eyes and saw lust gleam back at me.  He wanted me too, he leaned in and hovered over my mouth for a second and then kissed me passionately.  He searched my mouth, exploring and teasing my tongue, that first touch sent a shiver straight between my legs and made my pussy sing. Pussy licking me into oblivion. That instant throb that I felt when his warm wet tongue touched mine was blissful.  As he pulled me tighter into his arms and kissed me harder, I began to whimper and shifted in the chair.  I needed to feel his touch, and I told him.  He pressed a finger to my lips to silence me and told me with his eyes that he knew what I wanted.

We both watched as his finger left my mouth and trailed its way down to my stomach between my thighs.  Slipping my hand into his half-open shirt, I smoothed a finger over his nipple, waking it to a pinpoint.  One more rub of his nipple accelerated his advance of his hand to my pussy, and he stroked the crease of my lips through my panties.

I bit my lip to keep from yelling out.  I was already wet from reading the erotic story of lovers and his touch nearly sent me over the edge, but I held myself back. Sliding my panties to the side, he traced his fingers over my bare pussy lips.  Up and down he dragged his index finger, each sweep of his finger pushing further into my wetness.  He avoided my clitoris at first, teasing me slowly.

Widening my legs I urged and invited him to plunge his fingers into me, I wanted to feel the thrust of him even it I had to make do with two or three fingers sliding in and out of me.  Holding onto the collar of his shirt, I began to moan quietly as he played with me without making me come.  It was heavenly to feel his touch.