f**k, I’d forgotten about that night. My p***y throbbed at the memory. I couldn’t believe even now that I’d had the nerve to do that. Reliving the experience had me with my hand in my panties feeling how wet I was.
The house was quiet, no one was home. I removed my jeans and panties and lay back against my pillows. Dropping open my thighs, I ran my fingers through my flaps, enjoying the feel of them. I dipped them into my p***y and then located my clit. I tried to imagine a stranger watching me, I wanted to get excited quickly and rubbed like crazy; the orgasm I was hoping for rushed through me quickly but left me frustrated for more.
Rummaging through a box marked ‘private’ I found my old faithful vibrator. Flicking the switch it hummed to life and back to the bed I went, this time with
