Sandra tossed her long mane back as she crossed before the open window. Anyone passing by would see that she was upset perhaps even angry at the odd gestures they saw her making or the long strides. Though any thoughts possessed by anyone happened to be far from the situation at all.
It had all started over a month ago, things were strained for her and her Man, so strained in fact she had learned the truth of her own feelings and that just increased the tension in her, and in him because he didn't know what the hell was up with her. Sandra had a habit of getting close and then pushing away the very person she didn't' want to, which in turn would cause him to be confused on what the hell she was doing or why. Looking back on it, Sandra should have just told him what was going on and let him deal with it in His own way, rather then try and hide it because of a broken promise. But that was neither here nor there, just the beginning of a long time in waiting to feel him and touch him.
Sandra paced before the big picture window, long sensual strides even more provocative by the way her body seemed to move with feline grace. Like a large beast caged, her hands clenched and unclenched as thoughts ripped through her mind like wildfire. Every few strides she would shake her head, that long golden mane would shimmer and fall like a billowing cloud against her shoulders and back. The more worked up she became the more animated, though anyone in that house would know exactly what she was feeling as her eyes blazed with deep burning lust and need.
Belatedly she heard the phone ring, her head skipped a beat as she suddenly fell completely still, her ears attuned for the sound of His voice as the recorder started, she had heard it to late and knew if she rushed she would just miss him anyway. Sandra's body was tense; quivering as hard nipples strained at her shirt, even the fabric brushing against the sensitive tips was increasing her hunger. She listened carefully, her breath a bit labored and heavy from the pacing, her eyes darting to the machine just as His voice started.
"Sandra, don't you dare do anything until I say so. You know how much I love to hear the first of many orgasms after such a long time of being without," he whispered with a deep ominous chuckle following before the phone went dead.
It was then that Sandra feeling the full throb of her clit now groaned. Just His voice was enough to send her through a very quick and thorough level of one to five, five being at that point of orgasm where she is flying high and being devoured as she devours. And that is exactly what she wanted to do; she wanted to devour him like a full course meal, savoring the taste of him and yet rip into him like a big juice steak after not eating for a long time. It never seemed to surprise her the way she reacted to him, it was natural and it was completely.
Sandra quickly looked at the clock, it wouldn't be long before he was there. Silently she ran through the steps of getting read and calculated that the time was aplenty to be read. Striding toward the bathroom she grasped the short creamy pale silken robe from the bedroom door handle without breaking her path. Kicking off her shoes as she entered the bathroom before, turning on the shower. Watching the steam of the shower start to fill the bathroom, leaving the door partially open. Grasping the hem of her shirt she lifted it off, a slight moan escaping as the material scraped over her engorged nipples. Just the little touch was enough to make her cunt pulse to a matching heartbeat. Unsnapping her jeans and then the zipper she tugged them down, feeling the slight pull against the bells in her clit piercing.
"Fuccccck," she whispered breathlessly, her body stopped mid motion as she trembled like a new born foal standing for the first time.
