It was a typical lazy Sunday afternoon in mid-January. Outside the sky was gray, the wind was howling, and snow was blowing. The kind of day you just want to stay in, curl up in front of the fireplace and sip hot coco. He was sitting in his recliner totally engrossed in a football game on television, I was lounging on the couch deep into a steamy romance novel that I donβt even remember the name of now.
The characters in the book were making hot passionate love and I kept reading the same page repeatedly feeling the warm stirrings and little tingles begin deep within my womanhood.
Instinctively, my hand crept to my breasts and I could feel the hardness of my nipples through the fabric of my sweatshirt. Before I realized it I had slipped my hand underneath my shirt and was circling them with my fingertip and gently pinching them between my fingers. A soft moan escaped my lips and quickly I glanced over at him to see if he had heard.
He was oblivious to what I was doing so I continued. My hand sliding down my tummy to the clasp on my jeans and unsnapping it, then slowly lowering the zipper and slipping into my panties that were already damp from my excitement.
I softly rubbed my fingers over the outer lips of my hot pussy, feeling the wetness of my mound before sliding a finger between them to find my clit At first, I just teased it a little, then as it grew hard I pushed another finger in and rubbed them on either side. My pussy was so wet and juicy that my fingers glided smoothly, in no time, my hips were gyrating slightly, and I was grinding my clit into my hand. At some point, I had closed my eyes and was lost in the moment, not even knowing that I was moaning louder than before, and breathing heavier but there was no way I could stop now. He and the book were forgotten as I brought myself to an intense orgasm.