I was insanely frustrated and wanted to have him in my bed, with his hands all over me, his fingers inside me. I missed his touch, the way he traces his fingers down my thigh in the mornings to wake me up.

Having had dinner with some friends before coming home I wanted to settle in my favourite chair. I had received an anonymous package in the post a few days ago and inside was a hot and steamy erotic novel.

There was no message inside and I didn’t have any idea as to who had sent it to me, but I was enjoying it immensely. I had spent the last three nights falling asleep with a smile on my face. The husband-wife sex scenes had helped me cum more than once and aided my ease into sleep. 

Changing from my restricting work clothes of a tight pencil skirt and crisp white blouse I threw on a t-shirt, keeping my panties and digging out some oversized socks to put on. Walking across to the chair, I picked up the book and found the bookmarked page and read on. The characters were coming home from work themselves and were unable to wait until they were inside the apartment to make love.

The male character had his lady up against the wall and was thrusting up into her, hard. I was imagining her head thrown back in ecstasy as they let out their mutual orgasms.

I felt the cushion dip next to me. I was so absorbed with the lust and passion of the sex scene I had just read I had not heard that someone else was in our apartment with me. I felt the tips of four fingers trail their way down my exposed thigh and to my knee. By the time his fingers had reached the back of my knee my eyes were closed and I breathed in a lung full of air and smelt the familiar aftershave of my lover.

As he settled next to me not saying a word I opened my eyes and looked straight into his eyes. He raised his eyebrow and nodded towards my book for me to keep reading. I didn’t say a word and stared at him for a few more seconds and smiled shyly but dragged my eyes back the pages. 

I shifted slightly on the chair that was big enough for the two of us. The scene in the lift had gotten me a little hot and bothered and I knew that I was flushed and wet. Reading about a dick thrusting hard into a pussy had me squirming in my seat, and I longed for a real dick to be repeatedly thrusting into me.

To be continued...