A Day in the Life of Pussy

She stretches her arms feeling her body heat rise from the bedclothes as bare skin is exposed to the cold morning air, her skin tingles with its touch and in an instant, she snuggles back under the duvet nose twitching with the cold as it touches her face. All her senses beginning to awaken from the night's deep slumber, the forgotten aroma of sex drifts into her nostrils as she recalls the previous night, was it a dream?

Remnants of the previous night’s events return as she tries to grasp at the images as they drift in and out of her mind in quick succession like butterflies flitting between the flowers, one second there the next gone. She recalls his voice a deep timbre sometimes pouring over her senses like melted chocolate dark and smooth, others like gravel and full of passion her knees go weak and then it's gone all remnants of thoughts melted away, like candy floss tangible at first only to be left with the sweet sugary flavour on the tongue.

Smiling, she stretches languorously like the cat that has got the cream. Kicking back the bed covers lifting herself up and sitting on the edge of the bed arms stretched to the ceiling her back arched, breasts round and pert sit proud and firm, nipples hardening as she recalls his voice. For a moment she revels in the thought of him kneeling before her hands on his head guiding him toward her open thighs allowing him a glimpse of what is in front of him. Her womanly scent teases at his nostrils, as she arches back just a little, yet enough to part her thighs a little more. Between the mound of trim neat dark hair lies the cavern to her womanhood the place from which she expresses her desires her wants her needs some to be shared some secret, yet to be revealed. As she arches back her pink glistening lips exposed, his tongue reaches out begging to taste what he can see.

Standing before the mirror she gazes at the woman before her and a smile teases her lips steam from the sink rises and causes the mirror to mist and her naked body shimmers as it fades into the blur of the mirror, teasing the inside of her lip with her teeth she thinks about the coming day and the joy that can be found in it. Who knows what the day will bring?

Splashing her face water trickles down her neck, her cleavage and she watches its sensuous trail. The wetness reminds her of the imagined touch of the young man's tongue who had so wantonly looked at her as she flirted with him at the bar the night before. She'd been wearing her favourite white lace top with the gold tasselled zip, which at first had been high enough to be modest and yet somehow, as she imagined it being pulled down with his teeth it had opened to expose her cleavage. As he looked she smiled and watched the flush appear on his cheekbones leaning forward to take a serviette from the counter she could see he had caught a glimpse of her breasts a moment of heat flashed in her body as the remembered the moment of a gravelly voice telling her how aroused he was by her wanton imagination of her being taken over the bar by the barman who was so much younger than her. The water now cold made her shiver as it trickled on to her pussy, as she gently dried herself, her clit responded to the touch and excitement of her thoughts.

Mirror cleared, she smiles again, applying her favourite red lipstick, with each stroke her lips look fuller, redder, ready to pout, to flirt, to kiss, to speak, the delicate aroma of her favourite perfume fills the air as it's applied to the pulse points known and secret, her femininity strong as she delights in her body and the feelings of nurturing she gives herself.

Pulling on her navy skinny jeans the material pressing on her naked pussy, causing just a little bit of friction with each step she takes brings a secret smile to her red lips. Slipping into her red top that hugs her breasts, the fabric brushes her breasts and for a moment a flash of hands caressing them flits into her thoughts and her pussy responds. She giggles knowing that she and her pussy enjoy these shared moments.

The day has flown by and it's been one of those lovely autumnal days where the sun shines through the branches of the barren trees making the brown and red leaves on the pavements dance and sparkle as the little girl within skips and kicks her way through the piles of leaves. It was good to be out in the sunshine; it always soothed her emotions and made her feel that anything was achievable even daydreams and fantasies took a back seat on this beautiful winter’s day. For a brief moment she caught a whisper of his gravelly voice in her head and wondered how his day was going would he choose to contact her again or would he ignore her. Listening to pussy she knows that it was her choice to indulge in this fantasy play and she loved being able to express herself in this way.

It's been a very long time since she had felt this sensuous and liberate, to have a man enjoy her body and feminine beauty so openly was invigorating, she was reminded of her younger days when her ability to be freely open about her need for sex was only hindered by her own doubts and insecurities, now she was free to express herself in the way that she chose.

As she removes her clothing her hands brush her hips, and for a moment she imagines again the touch of the young barman as he lifts her on to the bar and nuzzles between her thighs, these wanton thoughts make her giggle. The shower on, she smooths body scrub all over, the feel of its grittiness scrapes her skin as the aroma of frangipani and vanilla assaults her senses, it reminds her of sunshine and tropical beaches, palm trees and azure blue oceans, all of these places she loves. Stepping into the water it sprays rivulets of warm liquid over her skin igniting the scent of the lotion that coats her body, slowly and sensuously she strokes her skin feeling the grittiness like fine sand melting away leaving it smooth to the touch.

Closing her eyes, she sees herself walking out of the clear blue ocean droplets of the water dripping onto the soft white sand beneath her feet, toes curling she stretches her arms upwards, breasts glistening in the heat of the sun as it slowly begins to dry on her skin. Running her fingers over hips she adjusts the string of her bikini bottoms and she senses she is being watched, glancing to the tree line she spies him resting against the palm tree, as he sits languidly leaning on one elbow dark glasses shielding his eyes from the sun and yet she knows they're filled with heat and passion, his olive skin glows like warm amber. Bending her head slightly she coyly takes in the muscles of his body, arms and legs, as she watches how his muscles ripple as he brushes the top of his head as if brushing a strand of palm leaf away, she feels her pussy clench and respond. The wetness between her legs no longer reminiscent of the sea but of her own body, bending slowly she brushes imaginary sand from her legs knowing as she does so that her breasts sway gently with each movement, out of the corner of her eyes she notices how he adjusts his seating position as if needing to make room or comfort for his legs.

Turning she looks out to sea knowing that he is taking in the smoothness of her back, how her spine slightly dips in and causes a tiny curvature, forming a hollow, a hollow that in the past has been a place for a lover to stroke and kiss. She can feel his eyes burning her skin as he takes in the roundness of her arse, the curve of her hips, bending forward she floats her hands in the water as the tide brings it to her feet, dripping water over her shoulders, allowing it to run down her back causing her skin to glisten again.

In the silence she hears the crunch of sand beneath his feet, hands slide across her hips gently stroking her skin, tingles from a different kind of warmth as his fingers trace the hollow in her spine, moving slowly up her back, slightly to the side, where they slide around the outer edge of her breast that can be seen from behind. Leaning back arms raised ever so slightly just enough to encourage his fingers to slip forward they grasp the fullness of her breasts, the heat from his chest as it presses against her back causes a soft moan to escape her lips, he rests the tip of his chin against the top of her head as her nipples are gently pinched between his fingers the hard nubs of her nipples reacting to the pull of pleasure. Heat and excitement ripples through her body to her pussy, an explosion of wetness rips through her as an orgasm rides through her body into bliss.

He feels her shudder and a smile crosses his lips, leaning down his lips caress that delicate area where her neck joins her shoulder, her knees gently buckle and he picks her up and carries her back to where he was sitting, laying her on the blanket he sits beside her. Like the whisper of a feather his fingers delicately stroke the contours of her face, her neck her shoulder, with each touch he scorches her skin, ripples of desire course through her body, she gasps licking her lips as he strokes her stomach, her thighs, she can smell the sea as it tingles in her nostrils she can taste the saltiness on her tongue all her senses aroused and heightened from his touch, the heat from the sun intensified by the heat from his touch and her body.

The scent of his body assails her overriding the ocean, everything fades into oblivion as his fingers stroke the front of her pussy through the lace fabric of her bikini, instinctively her back arches as she responds to this light teasing touch, groaning her thighs part showing him without words how much she wants him to stroke and explore deeply this place of her womanhood. Sunglasses removed he looks deeply into her eyes, as they meet she melts, the intensity of his passion takes her breath away gasping she raises her hand to stroke his cheek, the strong jawline feels slightly roughened by the stubble that grows there and prickles beneath her fingertips, her mind goes into overdrive as she imagines it scratching against her inner thighs.

As this thought courses through her, his fingers have found their way beneath the fabric and are delving into the wetness of her pussy they both gasp in unison as his delicate touch causes her hips to lift and press harder against his touch. Parting her legs, knees slightly bent his fingers stroke and tease, first they follow the contours of her outer pussy lips, slowly teasing their way inward. Time seems to have stood still, the ocean is still and everything is quiet except for the deepness of their breathing and the gentle moans that escape her lips, the quiet whispers of his words as he tells her how much pleasure he wants her to feel fingers tease her clit, as this wonderful bud of sexual feeling responds by swelling and throbbing beneath his touch.

Her hands reach up and caress his head showing him again without words what she wants him to do next, legs parting he unties the string and releases her bikini to expose the fullness of her pussy, pink lips glistening with the wetness of her own inner delight the nub of her clit protruding slightly he bends down and in one sweeping movement his tongue dives in and licks the inside of her pussy, parting her lips to dart over the nub of her clit, in an instant her whole body fills with desire as he takes her between his lips sucking and licking, teasing with his tongue lips and teeth she squirms in ecstasy as she feels the tension in her body expand, muscles tensing her breathing deepens at times almost stopping, her orgasm begins to build, her pussy is on fire her clit so sensitive that she wants to scream “stop” whilst knowing it's impossible, back arching legs tensed her body explodes a darkness comes over her vision and then like a star exploding in the night Sky she screams with pleasure as her orgasm courses through her body every inch of her feels the pleasure from the tips of her toes as it explodes through the top of her head.

Shaking her head, clearing her vision she takes the bar of soap and lathers her body as the shower continues to pour rivulets of warm water over her, soaping her wet pussy she smiles as she feels the pleasure rising in her body as she orgasms. Stepping from the shower she can hear his voice like melted chocolate as he sings in the kitchen, wrapping the towel around her naked and aroused body she walks to the kitchen with a twinkle in her eye.