Twenty-nine-year-old Jane Bloomfield was attractive rather than
pretty, 5ft 8, with pale blue eyes, black hair, skinny legs and
disproportionally large breasts and she was alone for Christmas Day.
Although technically she was anything but, as the flat above the
Pharmacy was full of people, so she was alone in the sense that her boyfriend
Greg Monroe was in Springwater up in the Pepperstock Hills.
He was the
love of her life and she hadn’t seen him since their dirty weekend in
Abbottsford for her birthday treat the weekend before and she wouldn’t be
seeing him again until Boxing Day evening.
Because she
worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on
Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas, all be it
before he met Jane.
Every night
she’s alone her dreams are filled with images of the man she loved and vivid
pictures of their love making which were plentiful and was also why she woke up
every morning in her bed, incredibly horny.
Most days
she would wake early enough to stroke herself off, but before she could deal with her arousal on Christmas morning her 6 year
cousins charged into the room and leapt on the bed before she even got her
finger wet.
Plan (b) was to deal with her arousal in the shower
while the twins had their breakfast, which was all going very well until the
water went cold.
“Bollocks” she snapped and turned the water off.
“Perfect bloody timing”
That only left Plan (c) so Jane dried herself and
returned to her bedroom.
She knelt on the bed facing her dressing table mirror
with a large white bath sheet wrapped around her and slipped her hand inside
the folds of towelling and resumed fingering herself and she was instantly back
on track.
Jane lifted the towel up and exposed her fluffy black
bush to the mirror and her finger flicked at her clit furiously until her body
jerked forward, once, twice, three times.
She paused, momentarily emersing her fingers deep inside
herself and regreased her lips and began again.
This time she frigged even more earnesty, and the
towel fell away from her so she was completely naked and as she lurched and
bucked she became aware of voices on the landing.
Her fingers never faltered in their purpose as she
turned and looked to the door.
“Don’t come
in, don’t come in, please don’t come in” she screamed in her head “Please let
me finish”
The danger passed so she returned to her reflection
and her torso jerked three times in quick succession and she soaked her fingers
again before pressing on, as she knew she was on the home straight.
She began with her head back and her eyes closed,
cupping her substancial breast, and panting hard.
Her breasts
and buttocks were quivering in time with her intense fingering and when her
upper body jerked forward in response she smiled at her reflection when she hit
the sweet spot.
And then it
was literally one spasm after another as her panting became hoarser and she
began to vocalize with each successive jolt and she jerked further and further
forward as she moaned louder and louder until she came one last time, ending in
a panting moaning heap.
Jane
remained doubled over on her bed for a full five minutes after she came,
panting hard and when she raised herself up she first wiped first her fingers
and then her pussy on the bath sheet and smiled smugly at her reflection before
getting off the bed and going about her day.
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