Erin woke early from a fitful night of sleep, unsure, initially where she was as she looked around the dark room. Beside her, a snort and a body adjusted itself and the rest of reality crashed in. She was at home, in her own bed, her husband asleep beside her.
She had been dreaming. Derek had been making love to her, his kisses sending shock waves through her body ever time his lips touched her skin, doubly so when they caressed her nipples or the inside of her thighs. She was wet and he was about to slide into her when she had awoken. She was wet, her clit throbbing with need and frustration of denial. It did not care that it was only a dream. The need was real and demanding.
Erin slid her hands along her thighs, damp with her desire. She gasped slightly as her finger grazed the puffy swell of her outer lips and sought her engorged clit while her other hand slid under her nightshirt and up to her swollen, aching nipples. It took only a moment for the orgasm to crash through her body and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her body trembled with each shock and she was sure she had drawn blood when she finally collapsed back onto her pillow, her lip sore, but her entire body still on fire and aching for more. She looked at the clock and almost groaned again, this time because of the time. The alarm was due to ring in two minutes. She reached over and disabled it before burrowing back under the covers. She was not sure she could go to work today.
There was a distant beeping and someone nudging her as she surfaced out of darkness. There was a faint glow filling the room.
“Erin, you are way late,” her husband said gently shaking her.
“Didn’t sleep well,” she mumbled, trying to fall asleep again.
“OK, I will hurry, then you can shower,” he said and she felt the bed shift as he got up.
Erin tried to regain the blackness of sleep, but instead she could feel herself waking up and as hard as she tried, she could not go back to sleep. Finally, she gave into it and pulled the covers off and sat up, her feet resting on the rails as she pulled the nightshirt over her head. She resisted the urge to stroke her breasts and pinch her nipples. She could still feel the ghosts of the dream on the edge of her perception and she did not want to have her husband find her in the middle of an orgasm. She waited, listening to the shower and when it shut off, she made a decision.
Standing quickly, she walked into the bathroom where her husband was drying himself off. Without a word, she pulled the towel out of his hand and kissed him, molding her body against his and reaching between his legs. Her hands found his balls and she let her nails draw across them. He moaned into her mouth as she felt his cock harden and she moved her hands to it, feeling it harden as she stroked it roughly. She wanted it hard, and thick, nothing else would suffice.
She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, her lips wrapping around the crown of his cock as her thumb moved up and down its length. She sucked it into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl the head and she felt, more than heard the groan of desire run through his body. It made her smile and with her free hand, she stoked her clit, feeling it respond, flooding her sex.
She could feel him respond to her attack and with two more strokes she pulled her lips off and stood up, then hopped up on the edge of the sink.
“Take me,” she said simply and he needed no other invitation as he ran his finger over her clit and slammed his cock into her open cunt. She pulled her legs up and back, giving him more access and relishing the feeling of him filling her deeply.
“Hard,” she urged and she felt him thicken more as he drove his hips into her, mashing her clit against his pubic bone.
Erin cried out and urged him to go faster as she pulled and pinched her nipples. Her orgasm raced through her and she clamped down on his cock. He moaned as he felt her squeeze him and redoubled his effort. Erin reached for her clit and came again. He was losing control and she urged him to fill her, take her. She felt the first release as it splashed inside of her and she cried out, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure crashing through her and letting herself be lost in the sensations.
She wrapped her legs around him as he slowed down and held him inside herself as she tried to get her breathing under control. Her pussy was still spasming around his softening cock and still she wanted more. She rested her head on his body before slumping entirely, his cock finally falling out of her body.
“Well, good morning to you as well,” he said, kissing her tenderly.
“Good morning,” she said softly. “I love you,” she added. “I should shower.
“Want me to wash your back?” he asked as she kissed him hard again.
“If you want to,” she said as he helped her down from the counter before turning the water on.
It had started raining as she made the short drive to the train station and the weather suited her mood. The morning quickie had done nothing to slake the desire coursing through her body, although it did quiet it for a short period of time. But, as she found as she got dressed, it was not entirely gone. She found her hand sliding along her nylon covered legs as she killed the engine, the parking lot filled with empty cars, their owners either gone or on the platform waiting. She resisted the urge to touch herself and instead got out of the car and strode purposefully towards the platform, her nails digging into her palm around the leather of the handle of her purse.
Once seated, she pulled out her phone and checked her mail and messages. There was one from Amanda and one from Derek. She answered Amanda’s and turned her attention to Derek. He was going to be traveling again next week but wanted to see her before he had to leave. She sent him a non-committal response, promising to check her schedule while inside she was conflicted. The rational side of her said this was a mistake and the irrational side wanted to tell him to meet her at the station and have his way with her. This thought made her shiver, despite the warmth of her coat and the train car. She was torn and afraid the lust would win out. A lust she could not remember experiencing ever before. She stared out the window, not really seeing the passing scenery. Truth be told, all she really saw was his eyes as she looked out the window. Those eyes drew her in and left her shaking and almost unable to stand when the train finally arrived at her stop.
“So fuck him and get it out of your system,” Amanda said, not so quietly in the crowded food court where Erin had asked her to meet for lunch. “Who knows, he could be lousy in bed and once you have taken him for a test drive, you might decide he isn’t worth it and that will be that.”
Erin was not convinced, despite Amanda’s rather bald statement. Erin could not envisage a situation where Derek was anything but wonderful in bed and her nipples hardened at the thought.
“Look, until you do this, he is just a fantasy lover who can make you melt at the mere possibility of sex. A kiss is a very powerful aphrodisiac but it isn’t sex,” Amanda continued. “I mean, I am sure your husband would love a regular morning suck and fuck, but he is going to start wondering what’s gotten into you. And what are you going to tell him? That you are lusting after some random guy?”
“Amanda, you have such a way with words,” Erin said, laughing around the salad she was trying to eat.
“Well, either that or you are going to have to start carrying Smartballs with you to give your pussy something to do while you are thinking about him. Or are you thinking about me?”
That was another problem, Erin thought to herself without answering her friend. She was no less attracted to Amanda.
“What are Smartballs?” Erin asked, trying to change the topic.
“Oh, they are great,” her friend began, launching into a dissertation on the benefits of the modern ben wa walls.
Erin tuned her out slightly and looked at a point over her shoulder, not really seeing anyone and letting the turbulent thoughts rattle around in her mind while she ate her salad without really tasting it.
“I’m sorry, what?” Erin asked startled back to reality.
“I said, we are going shopping, now.” Amanda said.
“But,” Erin was about to say she needed to finish her lunch but on looking down, she noticed the empty salad container. “Where are we going shopping?”
“A little place I know around the corner. Come on,” Amanda said, scooping up their garbage.
Erin sighed and moved to follow her. She was sure she had missed something in Amanda’s ramblings and now she was going to pay for it.
They left the food court and emerged on the street, just a pair of friends moving with the mass of humanity out for their mid-day meal. Amanda took her firmly in hand and led her off up the street. After several twists and turns, they walked through a non-descript door and into what was clearly a sex toy shop.
“Hush,” Amanda said, walking up to a Lucite display case. Inside was a number of what could only be described as object d’art, because Erin would not classify them as sex toys, although clearly they were.
“Aren’t they beautiful,” Amanda gushed. “You can leave them on your nightstand and no one who doesn’t know better has no idea what they are for, but oh, are they wonderful when you do.”
“Amanda, you are gibbering,” Erin said laughing. “Or gushing I am not sure which.”
“Oh, gushing for sure, more than a little,” she said with a twinkle.
“Can I help you,” a well-appointed, slightly older lady asked them.
“Yes please,” Amanda said. “We need two Ina 2, and one set of Luna beads please.”
“Of course,” the lady said, walking behind the display and opening a cabinet.
“On second thought,” Amanda amended, “A Soraya, an Ina 2, and the beads please.”
The lady shuffled boxes and stood up with the three items Amanda had requested.
“Will there be anything else?” she asked.
Amanda looked at Erin and a sly grin came across her face.
“Yes. Let us look for a couple of minutes.”
“Please do. Call me if you have any questions.”
“Amanda,” Erin hissed under her breath, what are you doing?”
“Looking for something,” she said without any more explanation and pulled Erin further into the store.
She spent several minutes looking at the array of fake cocks, some very lifelike, some Erin was sure had never appeared in nature and certainly challenged her mind to think that any woman would want something so big inside of her, followed by the thought that it would take ages to get something that big inside of her, followed by a familiar itch and a prurient wonder what something that big would feel like inside of her. She could feel the blush covering her cheeks.
“It feels really good,” Amanda said quietly as if reading her mind, picking up one of the smaller ones, although still large at 8 inches long and almost 2 inches thick.
“Amanda,” Erin said, but this time it was with less shock and more lust. “Fine, if only to tell you I didn’t enjoy it.”
Amanda just smiled at her friend and continued to look at the toys.
“Ever had your nipples pinched?” Amanda asked, pointing at the array of nipple clamps.
“No,” Erin said, “and right now, I have to get back to work.”
“Spoil sport,” Amanda said with a laugh as they walked up to the counter.
“Anything else?” the lady asked picking up the fake cock and adding it to their collection.
“No, that will be all for today,” Amanda said passing over her credit card.
“Remind me to write you a cheque,” Erin said as they left the shop.
“Let me fuck you with that giant cock, and we will call it even,” Amanda said as they merged with the others on the street.
“You’re terrible,” Erin said, her mind and body reacting to the idea.
“But you love me anyway,” Amanda said playfully.
Erin just shook her head at her friend’s antics as they walked towards Amanda’s building.
“This is me,” she said as they stepped out of the flow of traffic. Amanda reached into the bag and pulled out one of the boxes before handing the bag over to Erin.
“Have a fun afternoon,” she said, kissing Erin fully on the lips and letting her tongue roam free for a moment before breaking the kiss and walking lightly up the short set of stairs leaving Erin standing breathless on the street below.