I lie back down and let my hands trail up over my belly to my breasts. I imagine it’s Michael touching me. I imagine he’s commenting on my body; what he never got to see before, but I definitely want to show him now. In my mind, he compliments me and calls me beautiful. By then, I’m pinching my nipples softly and rolling them through my thumbs and forefingers.
I whisper, “Oh, yes. Yes, Daddy,” and it feels like my pussy has never been more desperate.
I slowly move one hand down, teasingly letting it travel over my ribcage, my navel, and right to where I desperately want it. “Oh God, yes!” I whisper and my fingertips finally reach my clit in an instant explosion of undeniable need. I only tease, wanting it to last. Of course, I can’t do that for long and I increase the pressure.
There’s a damned knock at the door!
It’s as if some magical force is determined to keep me from giving myself release; as I’m just destined to be so horny for Michael all day long and never be able to deal with it. I groan and roll of the bed. My hair’s a mess so I pull it into a ponytail, as I call that I’ll be there in a second. I pull on a tee shirt and shorts and practically stomp my way to the door.
I swear if this is somebody selling something I might end up spending the night in Jail.
I pull open the door and stare in shock.
It isn’t a salesperson.
It’s Michael.
It’s Michael standing right at my door!