Last week I had one of those days at work. Everything that could have gone wrong did, and everyone had an attitude about it, including me. Five o'clock could not come soon enough, and by then I was almost stressed to tears. As soon as I got home I dropped my purse, stripped off my work clothes, poured a glass of wine and sat down on the couch nude to try to let my troubles melt away. I took a big drink, turned on the TV and leaned my head back, just thinking about how horrible a day it was. While I was sitting there, I started fantasizing like I usually do when I start to get horny, and this time it was about being with a woman. After I split up with my husband a few years ago I did some dating, and a couple times it was with another woman. I had never thought of it before that, but I realized there's something about the touch of another woman that a man cannot take care of.
I laid down and started touching myself, imagining that woman teasing my nipples and kissing her way down my belly, licking my legs and down in between my toes, then sucking and fondling my wet clit. I could almost feel her hair tickling my thighs as I rubbed myself faster and wriggled around on the couch, rubbing the fabric against the soles of my feet. When I stuck my finger inside, I pictured her tongue slipping into my wet pussy, lapping up all of my juices. I was close to cumming by then so I really started thinking wild, her being on top of me in a 69, eating each other out with my legs wrapped around her tight. Seeing that juicy vagina rubbing on my face made me cum extremely hard, I clamped down on my hands and sobbed in amazing pleasure. I stayed still for a minute and when I opened my eyes, I of course was alone. I finished my wine and laid down, this time curled up in the fetal position and rubbing my feet together. Now I was happy.