I Dreamed of a Girl

Written by Tara Tainton

Wednesday, 08 April 2009 14:07

I didn't think about it. Didn't hesitate. I just reached one hand slowly, yet adamantly, down my body and sliding between the cream-colored sheets. My palm landed firmly on my pussy. It didn’t move, waited for permission. I smiled devilishly, my dreamy thoughts granting the gift of the pleasures of my hand.

I pressed down firmly, enveloping as much of my bare pussy as possible, a sort of greeting like a hug from a well loved friend. My buttocks squeezed tight as my pelvis rose to meet the delicious pressure like one lover's body to another. Slow movements commenced the dance, a warming palm circulating swirls of tingling pleasure. A soft tickle at first, then a whisper of much more pleasure to come.

I smiled as I lie between the bed sheets, waking from an afternoon nap, drenched in summer sunlight, my back arching upwards in exaggerated expression. I allowed myself to indulge as a palm became two outstretched fingers, one on either side of my shaven lips, gently tugging side to side. They just teased at first, always toying with my predictable anticipation, but they wanted me as much as I wanted them. The pace quickened. Side to side, sometimes back and forth, then side to side again.

But I wanted more. I wanted the sensation of being above my lover. My slumbering body rolled over, my hand still embracing my pussy, and I rocked my body forward and back over my firm hand, pressing the two together as much as possible.

And then I saw her. Standing there in the doorway from the other room. Short brown hair, spunky, and very cute. Just a t-shirt and jeans and that tempting smile. She loved it! She was watching me, had just appeared to stand there and had no intention to step back discreetly into the shadows. And she saw me notice her. She just smiled. "Go on. You know you want it. Do it for me," she said clearly.

She stood, breaking the sunbeam shining from the window, and I tried to toss away visions of her own body and my curiosity surrounding the aura of her. I wanted to please her. I wanted to come for her. I wanted... "Yes, that's a good girl. Yes," she nodded in approval. She seemed to giggle in her tone. "You like me watching. It's making you hot. You naughty little girl."

I was stunned. I'd never masturbated before a woman, only pleasured myself for male lovers. I just peered up at her, amazed at my own audacity and pleasure, shamed by and proud of my exhibitionism, my single hand frantically working to and fro as I rode it, trying to keep it firm beneath my weight. "Go on," she prompted with a nod. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to watch me!" I surprised even myself. "I want you to stand there and watch me come." My eyes closed, giving into the increasing pleasure.

"Yes," was all she offered. She stood there, and my eyes reopened to meet hers with new determination.

"Ah! That feels so good!" I was egging her on, and her smile disappeared. "Yes, oh... touch me, you slut!" I went all the way, two fingers plunging inside my pussy. I entered myself and imagined she was the one doing the penetrating. I knew she wanted it. I wanted it. I wanted everything.

And she watched. She watched in concentration, visibly breathing heavier, and I taunted her. "That's it. It feels so good!" With a final plunge, I came for her, right there in front of her. I was exhausted, and she was gone.