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A Good Morning

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This is a work of Fiction. First, I would like to thank you for stopping by and giving this first part of a very long story a look. You'll be following the life of young woman named Samantha Harper who is somewhat timid (sometimes) with a warm personality. If you would like a more detailed and expansive look at who Samantha is, PM me and I'll gladly share who she is with you. Also, by no means is this work of fiction perfect. I am not the best at writing but I am trying to improve in all aspects, so if you have any comments or criticisms that are both constructive and genuine, would be much appreciated! With that, I'll let Samantha take it away.


My eyes closed, the sight of darkness, relaxing and calming. Shifting to a warm orange and then a bright yellow, my eyelids could only block out so much light coming from my window. Taking a deep breath in and squinting my eyes open to be greeted by the bright rays. Thankfully though, the clouds showed mercy by flowing along and blocking out the sun, letting my eyes adjust and focus on my surroundings. My body, half covered down the middle, a mix of warmth and coolness. I prefer sleeping in a cool room, it gives me an excuse to snuggle up in a bunch of blankets. Hearing the creaking and cranking of the A/C kicking on, a blast of cold air bombarding my thigh, sending shivers up my spine and coating my naked body with goosebumps “Nope!” saying aloud in defiance quickly throwing the blankets over the rest of my body. Bundling up in my warm blankets, a blissful feeling.   Looking to my left, an empty wine glass sitting atop of the end table next to my clock, it’s 8:32. I love the weekends. It means I get to sleep in and yes, 8:30 is sleeping in to me. Still laying on my stomach I stretch out like a star, feeling my arm hit a book that was out of my sight. Gripping the book, feeling the pages were still open, I dragged it towards me. Smiling at the realization that it was a dirty novel; I was reading last night accompanied by the glass of wine. Okay, two. Maybe three. It was three. Go me though! I didn’t lose the page I was on. I at least had the forethought to keep the book open before I passed out. Curious, I slid my hand down between my inner thighs. Yup, my juices, dry and clinging to my thigh. I made a failed attempt to masturbate but that’s okay, it was still a good read. Book in hand, I sat on the edge of the bed. The cool air embracing my body, shivering, my nipples harden as I look around the room for my favorite lounging around sweater. Hanging there on the corner of my full-length mirror was a light blue sweater. It’s seen some better days as it had a few holes in it and has gone through the wash countless of times, but I loved it! The perfect amount of fabric that was a balance between providing warmth but allowed your body to breath. Placing the book down on my dresser, making sure not to lose my page, I slip my sweater over my head and shoulders. Falling halfway down my upper thigh, covering just enough to leave you guessing.   Looking in the mirror, my hair a mess, my nipples poking out “boop, boop” I say to myself as both my index fingers tap on my nipples. Throwing my hair into a hastily done pony tail with a hair tie, I turn around and lift my sweater up a little. Looking at my cute little butt, wishing it was a little bigger, I wiggle it about before I walked away. Picking my book back up heading into the bathroom and sitting on the toilet. I continued to read where I had last left off. The sounds of me peeing were quickly drowned out as I was sucked back into my book. Engrossed, I forgot where I was for a minute when I realized I had finished. Wiping myself clean and washing my hands, I read the book while walking to the kitchen.  In the kitchen, finding the button on my Keurig, starting a fresh cup of coffee, I walked towards my little balcony. Enough room for a glass table and a really comfy wicker chair. I am greeted by a gorgeous view. The Cheyenne Mountain in my back yard and not a cloud in sight. The air, still and cool, birds chirping, and the sounds of a neighborhood coming to life.   Sitting down in a sidesaddle position and getting a few more pages in, I could feel myself getting a little heated, which quickly dissipated as a soft cool breeze worked its way in and up my sweater, making my teeth clatter. Hearing the Keurig turn itself off I hopped up and headed into the kitchen, leaving my book on the glass table top. Taking my “I’m the Boss” cup out from under the machine, the intoxicating aroma filling my nose with pure joy. Adding a scoop of hazelnut creamer, a pinch of sugar, and stirring it into a perfect blend. Walking past my couch, grabbed the blanket that was resting there and took it out with me. I sat back down in the position I was previously, book in one hand, and the cup of goodness in the other. The blanket covering my lower half to warm me up from the light morning breeze.   The contents of my book started to get hotter and heavier as I continued to read along, taking sips out my cup, I could feel myself getting turned on. Usually, it takes me a little bit to work myself up to the point where my juices flow from within me. But not this morning, no. I was still ready to go from last night, I was just waiting. My cup finally empty, placing it back on the glass table top, giving my full attention to the book. Feeling the warm tingling sensation radiating from my vagina throughout my entire body, feeling my nipples harden and teasingly rub against the fabric of my sweater. Taking my right hand, I slid it under the blanket and down to my pubic hair. Running my fingers through the small patch of hair I did have, tickling me with pleasurable sensations. I looked around the courtyard and other balconies to see if there was anyone else enjoying the morning like I was. I few glances about, I was in the clear.  My heart racing and pounding in my ears, my face feeling like it was on fire, I was excited, for the lack of a better term. The steamy sex between the two characters in my book and the fact that I was on the verge of touching myself in semi-public view, made me lightheaded. Taking one last look around, no one in sight, my attention turned towards the book and the pulsing sensation between my thighs. Taking my middle finger and finding the swollen clit between my legs, sending shivers up my spine, letting out a soft moan. Slowly circling around my clit as I continued to read. Gliding my finger down my slit, accumulating my juices on my finger and bringing it to my mouth, gently licking and tasting myself. My hand quickly shoots back between my legs, finding my attention seeking clit. This time rubbing a little faster and harder. My heart racing and my breathing quickens, the added pleasure of my sweater rubbing against my nipples, making me even more stimulated.   I could feel how flushed I was, my face was burning. I was too hot with the blanket on top of me. Trying to think of a way for me to cool off, my fingers continued to work and play with my clit, dipping in and out of my pussy every so often, I could hear my wetness. Not wanting to draw attention to myself but not wanting to go back inside to finish what I had started. I had to think of something. Taking a moment, there was no way around it. Taking my left bare foot and placing it on top of the cold metal railing in front of me and draping the blanket over that leg. Provided enough cover from anyone seeing me on my left, which is where the rest of the apartment complexes were. I was left fully exposed to anyone walking through the courtyard. At this point though, I could care less. The thrill of being seen was an intense feeling.   Rubbing my clit faster and biting down on my lower lip to keep me from moaning too loudly. Tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I didn’t care who noticed, no. Actually, I hoped that someone was watching me and enjoying the show! Working my clit furiously, my left hand dropped the book on the wooden deck and rushed towards my nipple, pinching me through the sweater. Letting out a muffled moan, arching as I rubbed myself closer and closer to the apex. A light breeze blew through, pushing the blanket back and forth. The Wind kissing and cooling my body. If it was not for the rustling of the leaves, people would’ve been able to hear my pussy being worked. Feeling a tingling sensation build up in the core of my pussy, I knew I was near. Rubbing my clit in a simple yet effective up and down motion. My toes clung to the cold railing as I whimpered and inhaled deeply, feeling my pussy and asshole contract as I came. Letting out a low and long moan "ooohhhhhhhh, my, a-ha.”   My hand slowing down and eventually resting on the top of my pussy, feeling it pulse. Bringing my head back up and in a dazed state. I looked around to see if I could spot any potential voyeurs. But luckily, I didn’t see anyone. Taking my drenched fingers and licking them clean, I grabbed my book and blanket. Back inside, I closed the balcony door behind me and placed the blanket back on the couch, tossing the book on top. Caffeine flowing through my veins and ridding the post orgasm high, I hopped into the shower. This was a good morning. 

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