She was bored. Some days are just like that.
She had a long week and Fridays were always a good day to go out with her boyfriend.
Ah, her delicious boyfriend. It always brought a smile on her lips.
But she frowned, no, today she was furious at him.
He had called and said he'd be late, although he knew how much she wanted to go out on a Friday night for a drink or two.
Amanda had just got out of the shower to pick up the phone, that call that started with 'Amanda, I'm sorry, but...'
Her skin was smooth and fragrant from the oils she had rubbed on, her hair slightly wet on her shoulders and her towel ready to be replaced by a long, red, tight to the body dress.
But, no. He had to stay some more at work.
She kept the towel on, while she took her phone nonchalantly to browse anything, just to pass the time. Nothing could hold her interest. She had dreamed of a night out with him and some heavy flirting between them, fired up by some drinks and then a hot fun back home. Shit, he had to stay on a Friday night?
She turned the phone off, then on again. She pressed on the screen absentmindedly. The camera shutter went off. Click. Oh, fuck. She opened the Pictures folder to delete the pic that was taken because she knew she had limited storage space.
What she saw startled her; a shot of half of her breasts slipping out of the towel. Nice... She could send it to him, just to tease him.
Teasing woke her up, dissolved her boredom and made her alive again. No, she could do better.
She tossed the towel on the floor and got onto bed. She held the camera and aimed her breasts. Click. Then went lower, to capture a view from her thighs up to her breasts. Click.
She reviewed them, they were inviting enough, so she sent them. Amanda sat lazily on her bed, waiting his response; one of his lines that always had a way to turn her on. A minute passed, then another. No answer.
I don't need you Eric, I can have I good time on my own, too.
She got up and turned off the lights; the moonlight through her open window was enough, more than enough.
She got up and brought her oils; she used oils instead of body creams and some essential oils for enhancing smell, jasmine and sweet lemon. Her hair had almost dried, forming soft, brunet, curls, reaching just below her neck.
She searched her cell phone for her favorite love making playlist and hit play. The first notes were from Leonard Kohen, 'I'm your man' and the volume was just fine, two out of thirty.
Amanda positioned herself in a way that she could see herself in the mirror, her precious Eric had insisted on having. She let a growl thinking of him, her brown eyes sparkling. I will not cum on you today Eric!
She felt the moonlight on her naked body, waking up her senses.
She took a look at the mirror, catching a golden glow on her skin. She felt more confident. Slowly, she slid her left hand down, between her legs and felt her opening, warm and moist. Hell, he should have been here. She closed her eyes and focused on the trail her finger made, outlining her lips. God, they were so soft. She circled her entrance then, moving so slowly up and down her slit. She let a soft moan, oh, that felt good. All her fingertips were moistened by her juices and Amanda felt her fingers having their own will, driving her hand into her cunt.
Amanda opened her legs more and deliberately stopped moving her hand. She even halted her breathing; music even lowered at this point.
She squeezed her hips and a sudden cry let her lips. Fuck, that was good, really good. Amanda stopped moving, she wanted to make this sensation last; it was her Friday night after all! She ran her fingers over her bare skin, just rimming, not stroking. Ah, she couldn't hold her moans, however soft.
Hey, I'm home!
