In the stillness of the night, a brunette woman with a perfect body and luscious, round breasts, lay on her satin sheets. Her name was Isabella, a woman of 28 years, with a figure that could make any man’s heart race. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, framing her face and those perfect breasts.
Her husband, James, a man of 35, had been away on business for a week. She had missed him dearly, and the nights were long without his touch. She decided to indulge herself, to take a bath and relax, to pleasure herself and imagine it was James’ hands, James’ touch, James’ cock.
She stood, her perfect body on display, and walked to the bathroom. She ran the water, testing the temperature until it was just right, and slipped into the tub. The warm water enveloped her, soothing her muscles and relaxing her mind. Her fingers found her breasts, her nipples already hard and sensitive, and she began to caress them. Her other hand found its way between her legs, her fingers slipping between her lips and finding her clit.
She moaned softly as she began to pleasure herself, her fingers moving in slow circles around her clit. She imagined it was James’ tongue, his lips, his fingers. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, her fingers moving faster as her pleasure built.
Suddenly, she heard a noise. She opened her eyes and sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. She listened, but the house was silent. She relaxed, telling herself it was just her imagination. She closed her eyes and resumed her pleasure, her fingers moving faster and faster.
But then she heard it again. A definite noise, this time coming from the hallway outside the bathroom. She sat up, her heart pounding, and listened. She heard footsteps, slow and deliberate, coming closer.
She was about to call out, to ask who was there, when the bathroom door opened. She gasped as James stepped into the room, his eyes fixed on her. He was home early, and he had caught her pleasuring herself in the bath.
He said nothing, but his eyes spoke volumes. He wanted her, and she wanted him. She stood up, the water running down her perfect body, and stepped out of the tub. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
They kissed, their tongues meeting in a passionate dance, as James’ hands explored her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples, and she moaned into his mouth. His hands moved down her body, over her hips and between her legs. She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers moving in slow circles, just as she had been doing.
He broke the kiss and led her to the bed, his hands never leaving her body. They lay down, their bodies entwined, and James began to pleasure her. His fingers moved in slow circles around her clit, his other hand cupping her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple.
She moaned, her pleasure building, as James’ fingers moved faster and faster. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
And then she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her muscles tensing and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
James didn’t stop, his fingers moving in slow circles, keeping her on the edge of pleasure. She moaned, her body still trembling from her orgasm, as James moved between her legs.
She felt the head of his cock against her entrance, and she gasped as he pushed inside her. He moved slowly, his cock filling her completely, and she moaned as he began to thrust.
He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into his back, as her pleasure built
again.
James’ thrusts became faster and harder, his cock driving deeper and deeper into her. She could feel her orgasm building again, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
And then she came again, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her muscles tensing and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
James groaned, his cock twitching inside her, as he came, filling her with his seed.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing slowing as their pleasure faded.
They said nothing, but they didn’t need to. They had pleasured each other, satisfied their desires, and they knew that they would do it again and again.
The night was long, and they had all the time in the world.
