July 25

The air was stale and hot and hit me in the face as I opened my car door. “How is it this hot outside at 1 oclock in the morning, for fuck sake!” I said out loud to no one. Everyone in the word is fast asleep, I’m sure except for me. I quietly close the door to my sedan and turn to look at R’s house. A cute two story townhome on the hillside above the valley. Her house is dark. She has adult children that live here, but it seems as though everyone has turned in for the night. A single source of light can be seen towards the back of the house through the frosted glass of the front door. 

I remember hearing R talk about how she always leaves the side door to the garage unlocked in case her kids need to get in “after hours”. She said that it’s quieter than the front door and easy to maneuver around the rooms of sleeping souls.  

I traverse the front yards zeroscape, a water saving endeavor by our city to not have grass to keep alive, rather, we have gravel of different colors and sizes to beautify our yards. The only shitty part is the noise! It’s hard to tip toe around when the earth is crunching beneath your feet. Slow and steady, heel to toe, I walk with intention to the side of the house.

I reach the side garage door and gently turn the handle. A bead of sweat tickles my brow and falls over my left eye. ‘Why am I here?’ I think. Her kids could be awake and catch me sneaking in. I shake off my hesitation and turn the door knob. The door opens. ‘Holy shit, it’s actually open!’ My brain is failing to compute the well laid out plan I had before this point. I take a deep breath and push through. I don’t care if they catch me at this point. I have a craving, a need. I can’t hold it back any longer. My skin burns hot when I think about it. I probably have a problem, but it’s nothing I can worry about fixing tonight. I have a need… the need to satisfy. The need to taste the heavenly taste that only a wet, contracting pussy can give. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for so long and it’s gone on long enough. The thirst gets quenched tonight, damnit. 

I step into the hallway of her home. The smell from last nights dinner mixes with the heavenly scent of a vanilla candle still burning in the kitchen island. That must be the light I saw through the window. I kick off my shoes to eliminate any unnecessary sounds that might stir the resting. I move towards the entry of the house and find the staircase. 

The stairs leading to her room are quiet, the soft carpet tickles my feet as I ascend. I cross the little lounge area at the top of the flight and reach the door to her bedroom. Another deep breath and the prickling of hairs all over my body. ‘Am I really doing this?’ At his point, R and I have only ever kissed. What if she freaks out? What if I’m moving too fast? Am I really that ravenous that I’m about to do whatever it takes to quench my thirst? Yes. 

I grasp the knob, turn slowly and let myself in quietly. The soft sound of breathing fills the air like an air raid siren. The silence is so loud. My heart beats in my ears as I approach the bed. 

Slowly, I inch my way towards the foot of the bed, the silence is making it hard to concentrate. The room is only slightly illuminated by a streetlight out of R’s window. As my eyes adjust to the dark, I can barely see the silhouette of her voluptuous body hidden under the covers. I desperately want to find some kind of light that wouldn’t wake her so that I can see her face. I have images of her beautiful mouth, turned into a half smile as she sleeps and dreams. I wonder what she’s dreaming about right now. Her eyes are closed gently over her emerald green eyes, those eyes that could cause ships to lose course and float away into oblivion forever. It’s better that they’re closed. Covered like her body with a blanket of unknowing. Surely, if I could look into those eyes now,  this would be easier. But, alas, I have a need and I’m on a mission to quiet the voices. 

I reach the foot of the bed and reach out and feel around for her. I feel her foot. She stirs a bit and i freeze. I wait for a beat until i’m certain that she’s still sleeping. I trace the comforter to the end of the bed and find the edge of the normally white, now darkened in shadow duvet and slowly reach under. I find her foot again and very slowly snake my hand  up her ankle, taking in the white hot heat I’m feeling as the electricity of our skin touching lights a path of fire from my hand to her calf. I venture further up her thigh to her hip. She’s wearing sleep shorts. She’s a side sleeper. So am i. That’s cute, isn’t it? I maneuver my wandering hand to the inside of her thigh and creep my way up. Her inner thighs are hot from being together. I further my ascension until I feel the fabric of her shorts hugging tightly against her pussy. She moves a bit, unconsciously, or subconsciously spreading her legs a little. I take the opportunity to feel around her mound with my thumb. A soft moan escapes her lips.

After a few seconds of making sure she’s settled, I pull myself up onto the bed, hidden under the covers, my face inches away from her pussy. I lightly lick from the back of her knee, up the side of her strong hamstrings and make my path varied as I move towards her womanhood. I can feel the heat coming from her. It’s intoxicating. I test the waters and find the cleft outline of her pussy. I deftly maneuver the fabric until I find a spot to sink my thumb into. The texture of her body is different here, so without seeing, I assume I’ve got to be close to her clit. I press firmly, yet almost not at all. Her hips sway a bit as I increase the pressure to her sensitivities. I think I found a sweet spot. I rub little circles over the swollen button for a few strokes and cause her lower half to move more. Another moan. Another sign that I’m in the right area. 

With my left hand, I slide up her right thigh and test the elasticity of or sleep shorts. They’re loose in the leg holes, so I push inside to find another barrier. She’s wearing panties. I wonder what color they are? It’s so dark in the room and under the blanket that I can only speculate blindly. I press my fingers to the middle of her crotch and feel a dampness. She’s feeling all of this, her warm wetness is testament to that. On my stomach, I can feel my dick start to stiffen and I move my hips and grind my rigid cock in a soft thrusting motion, unconsciously humping the bed as if my soldier has a mind of its own. 

I move my face to within inches of her hot, wet, cloth covered cunt and breath in. I’m drunk on need. I need to taste her. R’s breathing sharpens as I move the material covering her lips to the side. I test it with my fingers and they come away wet. I automatically suck my finger dry. Oh my god, I can’t believe how much I needed this. I savor the flavor on the tips of my fingers for a moment. I have my fix. Like anyone addicted to their cause of bliss, the euphoria in my mouth goes away in an instant. I need more. 

I hook the panties fully and pull them to the right, more adequately exposing her lips to the hot, breathy air under the duvet. I can feel goosebumps forming on my arms mashing to the goosebumps raising from her legs. I reach with the tip of my tongue and find the top of her opening. The sweetness mixed with the taste of her insides throws me into overdrive. I dive in. I’m a man possessed. I flatten my tongue and lick from her taint, to the top of her cleft. Her whole body shudders and her breathing stops. She’s still asleep, yet reacting to my advances. I wonder what I just turned her dream into.

I keep lapping at her hot, wet pussy like it’s a necessary mineral for my body. I feel it enriching my cells with the shot of adrenaline I’ve been seeking. A thirst that can’t be quenched. I have my mouth everywhere I can reach, the insides of her thighs, where the legs meet the pelvis, the skin that separates her holes, i suck in each moistened fold. I can’t help myself. I take my middle and ring finger and circle her wanting opening. It’s drenched in fluid. That slick and delicious fluid. Massaging around the area until I easily slide both in. I gently probe in and out until I’m about knuckle deep inside of her velvet sleeve. All the while, my tongue is dancing on her swelling clit. More sighs and moans escape her mouth in a breath. 

With my fingers, I curl up to find the fleshy mound of her g spot. Her back arches as I press hard into her upper walls. Back and forth in a “come hither” motion, my hand is starting to get soaked. I can’t tell if it’s mostly sweat from having my shoulders pinned by her legs and the hot collecting breath under the covers, or if it’s her appreciation showing in the form of her leaking vessel, either way, I’m in heaven. 

Her breathing speeds up to a rapid stutter. I continue to flat tongue lick the entire slit of her pussy and drink in all of what she’s spilling. Her hips start to gyrate with the rhythm of my fingers and tongue. A slow and steady assault of her insides. I push deeper and find her deeper spots. Her hips raise and they stay in the air. 

I’m not sure if she’s awake at this point, but she grabs onto my head and pushes me hard into her. I pull my fingers out and help hold her hips up as I lick from her clit to her asshole, soaking both holes in my saliva and her juice. Her hips settle back to the bed where I resume the play with my fingers, only this time, I use the wetness on my right  middle finger to circle her asshole. It feels tight and the ridges pucker as I feel them. With my left hand, I easily find my way under her sleep shirt and find calmness is sliding up her stomach, circling her belly button with my light touch, all the way up until I find her perky C cup breast and massage it softly, as I settle in. Back to my right hand, I line up my well lubed pointer finger and slide it gently into her.  With my middle, I toy with her behind. Probing slightly. Unsure if back door entrance is allowed… she makes the decision for me and sinks her hips down onto both of my fingers. One in her tightening cunt and the other knuckle deep in her ass. I start licking again from my finger I have plunging up into her, up to her clit where I make small concentrated circles around the nub of it to intensify the onslaught. 

Her grip on my head tightens as she starts fucking my face. My hand holding her breast finds the tightened skin of her areola, that turns into an eraser sized nipple, standing out and begging to be fondled. I take her erect nipple between my fingers and put a pinching pressure, accompanied by a twisting back and forth intention, forcing a sigh of pleasure? Pain? Both, to escape her lips. Her body reacts. Her back lifts slightly off the bed. Another sign of proof that I’m doing something right. 

 Using my nose and mouth, that are saturated in her juices as her own personal fuck toy, she rides my face unconsciously for her own satisfaction. With my fingers lodged deep in side of both sides of her, her holes both tighten and I feel more wetness coat my hand. I’m intoxicated. I can’t get enough. I drink up every drop of her orgasm as it rips through her. I don’t let up. I push my fingers deeper into her. She bares down and grinds her ass and pussy further onto my hand. I start moving in and out as I keep my tongue on her swollen and stiff clit. Another orgasm racks her body. I can feel all of her muscles contracting, her core tightens as her pussy pushes pleasure to every part of her. Her actions cause the grip I have on her nipple to pull on it harder. More seizures by way of her body reacting. She squeezes my head between her soft and powerful thighs and cuts off my breathing. I don’t even care, I’ll die drowning in her juice if I have to, I’m staying right  here until the end. She shoots up, sitting straight, a silent scream escapes her, I’m hoping it wasn’t enough to wake her kids. Heavy and fast, she breaths and holds my face in place as she grinds on me. Until she lets out a breathy yell and lays back down, limp, shaking, satisfied. 

I kiss her inner thighs and say thank you… nothing. She’s somehow been asleep this whole time. I slowly move off the bed, making my way to the door and slip out into the night. 

The walk to my car feels different. I’ve been baptized by the waters of truth and I’ve never felt more exhilarated! I could run a marathon! (But I won’t, fuck running) As I sneak out of the house and down to my car waiting on the street, I take a deep breath In and relish in my mastery. As soon as I reach for my door handle, my phone buzzes and I pause. “It’s 2 am, who the fuck is up this late?” I wonder. I pull my phone from my pocket and open it to a text. From R. “Look at my window”, the text reads. I turn hastily to look up at the 2nd story window of the room I just raided to see a dim light on. Did she just wake up? Was she awake during my playtime? A silhouette comes into frame. Nude, the body that I just ravaged for the last hour stands proudly without barrier for all the sleeping world to see. Another text. “Come back, NOW!” I read the message a few time. I looked back to the window for visual confirmation… she was gone from the window, but the light stayed on. I could feel my cock swelling against my pants. I feel arousal and exhaustion all in one. As I’m typing the words, “that was just for you…” another text pops up… “coming?…..”….