I'd had a rotten three months, my job was going nowhere and the lease on my flat had come to an end causing me to spend after work hours trailing round dingy flats with greedy landlord. To top it all there was no man in my life and I hadn't had sex in months and no matter how much I played with myself it just wasn't the same. So, when the call came from my sister Ruth inviting me to stay with her and her husband for a few days, I jumped at the chance and headed north on the train.
Ruth is a year or so older than me and her husband Andy about the same. I quite envied her with her nice home, husband and life seemingly sorted. Andy was good looking, early thirties and quite muscle-y without being bulky. I'd always thought of him as more of a big brother but now I found myself looking at him differently, taking sly peeks at his rear as he walked about and trying to size up the bulge in his tight jeans. However he gave no signs that he was interested in me so I thought no more about it.
The first night we stayed in drinking a couple of bottles of wine and laughing about old times, until Ruth announced that as she had work in the morning, she was going up to bed.
We all supped up and they went to their room pointing me to the guest room. As I settled down to sleep I heard a stifled giggle coming from their room across the hall followed by a couple of gasps. Pretty soon I heard the telltale creaks of a couple having sex. I tried to ignore it but it was no use - my pussy had already started to tingle so I slipped my hand down and began to stroke my clitoris , slowly at first but faster, keeping time with the creaks from their room until I came, biting my lip and pressing my thighs together. I relaxed, feeling the waves of pleasure subside and fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke in the early hours of the morning to hear Ruth quietly going downstairs and setting off for work, her car starting up and then disappearing into the distance leaving the house in complete silence. I lay there for a minute or two thinking about last night. The tingle in my pussy was still there but I needed more than just my fingers - I needed a cock, and a good hard one at that! Then an idea came into my head - Andy was just across the hall - alone.
I couldn't, could I? I got up and walked naked to my door , then I changed my mind and went back to the bed. I stood for what seemed like ages gathering up my courage then decided it was now or never and crept out of my room and across the hall.
I peeked round the door of their room and could make out Andy's sleeping form in the half light. Approaching the bed quietly I slipped under the duvet and moulded myself to his back pressing my soft breasts to his warm skin.
"I thought you'd gone to work" he mumbled still half asleep.