She stands topless in the bedroom, her heavy pale breasts are free and the light breeze from the window plays over them, making their nipples become two rosy-pink erect fleshy points.
She slowly hooks her thumbs into the top of her pink lace thong, sliding them under the elastic band that keeps them up.
Slowly, she pulls her panties down, over the swell of her buttocks, over the curves of her hips. She pulls the fabric over her smooth skin down to her knees, exposing her shaved pussy slit.
She drops her panties to her ankles and steps out of them. Still sanding, she touches herself between her legs, feeling the smoothness of her shaved labia.
“Ah, ah!” she softly murmurs as she slides a finger through her slit, feeling the wetness of her arousal. She inhales sharply as an index finger touches her clit, throbbing with need, fully aroused.
She makes herself comfortable on the bed on her back. She bends her knees and opens her legs wide. She touches herself again. She lightly brushes over her clit and then moves a finger down, to her wet pussyhole.
She penetrates her slippery cunt with an index finger, then fucks herself while her palm gently rubs over her labia and clit.
She adds another finger. And then another, stretching her pussy open, feeling how her silky inner walls wrap around her digits.
She fucks herself harder, and arches her back and closes her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations of her hand between her legs.
With her other hand she lightly caresses her tits, taking turns on her nipples.
She is flowing between her legs, and with a deep dip of her fingers inside her, she gathers her wetness and moves to her clit.
She concentrates on her clit, faster and faster, over her pleasure button. It feels like she is going to pee, and she is writhing on the bed.
Almost there. Almost!
Two fingers over her clit, like two vibrating fingers. Her whole body shakes as she fingers herself on the bed.
The breeze cools her down, but her face is flushed, sweaty, and then she comes.
“Aaaaah!” she cries out, feeling the intense ripples of her orgasming making her pussy pulse.
She keeps working her clit, and the orgasm takes her breath away. She is uttering short gasps and shrieks.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moans as the orgasm crashes through her. Her breathing is ragged, shallow and fast.
Slowly, she stops moving her hand between her legs, and then she just relaxes, basking in the glow after her orgasm.
When she finally gets up, her legs feel weak. She makes it to the bathroom, where she wipes the wetness away between her legs, and then she gets dressed.
Tonight, she’s going out with her lady friends, and may, just maybe, she will meet a guy and fuck him.
Maybe.
For now, she is satisfied.