My panties were wet.
As I sat in my car waiting for the traffic light to switch from red, I knew had to get home fast to release this tension. Sweat trickled between my breasts sending a cold sensation through my body. I took a breath and flexed my fingers on the steering wheel.
I would be seeing Alex in less than 24-hours, and I was, understandably, excited. The traffic light turned green and I stepped down on the pedal, driving as fast as I dared.
When I got home, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through our messages. I imagined his lips closing over my erect nipple, his fingers sliding over my labia, prying them apart, making way for his cock.
I gasped as I realised my own fingers were stroking my wetness through my lacy panties. I lay back on my bed and pulled them off, slipping a finger in, thrusting, and moaning, loudly. My orgasm was feeble, despite my excitement.
I needed him, I realised. This self- love would not be enough. I shut my eyes and willed myself to sleep. It would be morning soon.
Continues on Saturday