Bright sunlight was streaming in through almost worthless mini-blinds when I first realized I was awake. Painfully bright sunlight. I groaned and rolled over putting my back to the window, pulling a pillow over my head. I groaned again, in a somewhat reversed stretch, pushing my right hand between my thighs to grab the back of my left knee and pull myself into a tight fetal position before I reversed that into a full-out sweeping stretch.
As I uncurled into the stretch, my hand swept from my knee along the inside of my thighs, brushed past my still sleeping cunt with no notice and traced from my pelvis, across to my naked side, past my shoulder and reached the full length of my already outstretched left arm where it interlaced delicately manicured fingers with its counterpart and together they drew themselves into a high and fast arc over the now cast aside pillow then plunged down beyond it with enough strength or enough surprise to draw my shoulders into the same path, setting off a chain reaction: the arc of my hands pulled my shoulders into arching my back into stretching my legs and I drew in a breath as deep as my fully stretched lungs could accept. When that breath reached it's limit, my bare body seemed almost suspended as it held the almost erotic limits of it's stretch, and I hovered there, a series of long arches, only my heels, my hips, my shoulders and the top of my head touching the mattress. Hands pushing against the headboard they more often pulled against, my plump nipples straining for the ceiling, tightening atop my small round breasts. Then I was released.
With a great sigh of relief, I slumped gently back to the mattress. My hands traced and chased each other back to my shoulders and in sweeping circles on my stomach and across my now fully aroused tits until the left one settled on my right breast, pinching, pulling and gently thumping against my hardened nipple. My right hand, in turn, settled into the hollow between my thighs, just in that crease where my legs become cunt becomes hips becomes me. That place where, despite the uproar caused by the unexpected stretch, my shaved and sweet little kitty was still napping. And she was warm, too.
But why wouldn't she be warm? I could tell even before I dared to peek through my eyelids that the amount of light in my room meant that it must be close to noon, probably a little later, and I had been sleeping in the sunlight under my favorite "binky" for several hours...
"Nice try," I thought to myself grinning and pulling again--harder--on my right nipple before reaching for the left one as well. "Binky has nothing to do with why this nasty little cunt is so fucking hot or why she's still sleeping, either."
I had been gently cupping my smooth, soft, pudgy cunt since I reached it, enjoying the way she felt to my touch when I found her like this. This morning there was just a tiny bit of fuzzies just around the edge of lips, getting softer and softer closer to my gently puckered ass-hole. I delicately tickled from front to back along that little trail of cunt hair, teasing my ass with the tips of my fingernails when I reached it. But the feeling I liked the most was the way my cunt lips were pushed together almost like they were sealed over my very sensitive clit and only parting the slightest bit between my clit and my ass. I softly and tenderly slid one fingernail into that slit where it was the most open and inviting--near my now awake, teased and completely eager ass. I only let my fingertip gingerly brush the fine, dark pubic hair that almost seemed to be snuggling the fat pussy lips beneath it as I began to draw my fingernail from the back of my lips toward the little clit that I now knew was only pretending to be asleep. Chills shocked through me as my blood-red painted fingernail sliced open my dark lips to reveal the moist pink treasure inside. Once the delicate seal was broken, I held my lips apart with two fingers on one side and my thumb and forefinger on the other side, so that my clit could to nothing but swell eagerly to meet the only finger I hadn't occupied as it hovered and teased just out of reach.
My left hand worked its way from one tit to the other, to my navel and back in random circuits pinching, scratching, teasing, pulling, almost abusing as eagerly and patiently I waited for the perfect moment to go on.
The bed shifted a bit as I reached the breaking point, the point where my cunt needed to be be violated, but I hadn't yet moved a muscle beyond the torture I inflicted with my left hand.
