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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