Undressed, Emily headed for her bed and curled up beneath her thick blankets. With gentle affection she slid her right hand down her chest and along her stomach until she pulled forward the end of the nightgown, leaving her lower body uncovered. The same hand tucked itself beneath her panties and traveled over her soft, smooth mound. A single finger dipped between the lips of her sex, and she began to stroke her clit with tiny, teasing motions.
Already wet from the flirting at dinner and the fantasies of the mysterious stranger, Emily's body was more than ready for her attention. The little nub she toyed with engorged quickly and amplified pleasure swelled within. The man that had showed up at her door that night, and the silver hairs around his temple — would the hairs elsewhere on his body be greying from early aging?
She imagined his chest and stomach, and what they might look like speckled with silver. How magnificent an experienced cock must look nestled in a dark patch of pubic hair struck through with steel? The finger at her clit circled a little faster, and Emily lifted her hips just enough to grind against it in response.
Long ago she had learned to mute her activities, so no gasps or moans tumbled from her lips. Instead, she buried her face against a pillow and fought to regulate her breathing. Playing with herself had always left her forgetting to breathe, and as her heart raced and her lungs began to burn, Emily knew she had to calm down. If she came this early into the night, she'd waste the best material she'd ever have to a quick fix. Thoughts of the man had to be savored. She had to let herself edge for as long as she could before succumbing to orgasm.
A few minutes bled into tens of minutes, and then longer. Emily was no longer aware of time. From thought to thought she moved, one time imagining the texture of his coarse bristles on her chin and cheeks as he kissed her, the next picturing how he'd look between her legs, his body suspended over his by the support of his palms on either side of her head. And then, how he'd have her kneel on the bed like the bad, naughty girl she was, but instead of lash her for her behavior, he'd teach her what bad girls really deserved. How he'd drive his thick cock into her pussy and breed her from behind like the slutty little animal she was. She was still young enough to be his daughter, yet how he'd fuck her.
The swell of orgasm loomed, and Emily had to find the strength to lift her finger from her clit. No. No, it wouldn't be yet. Not until she'd worked the thoughts to exhaustion.
The night advanced without Emily realizing it. It wasn't until she heard the deathly silence in the house that she realized just how late it had become — she'd been touching herself this entire time, and not even once had she allowed herself to cum. When it finally did happen, it would be bliss un-paralleled. The mysterious stranger had worked her into a frenzy.
