One of Those Days - Sex Stories

One of Those Days

I was horny! There were no two ways about it. The morning session with Rosie, although deliciously aggressive and very satisfying, had barely scratched the surface let alone the 'itch' itself. I'd been at work a whole hour now, and my mind was far from on what it should have been on. My focus was more centred between my continuously clenching thighs. The need to do something about the throbbing arousal oozing from my nether lips was becoming impossible to ignore much longer. The ancient 'Maison de Maitre' I was currently restoring the interior of was owned by a recently divorced woman of around 40 years old, attractive and if i'm honest pretty fit in every respect. Sometimes she was around to keep an eye on progress, whilst at others away on shopping trips or visits of a more personal nature, if you get my meaning. I was in the middle of the mess that would soon be transformed into a slightly modernised homage to its original constructors. The work table was along one wall, covered in various tools, brushes, pots of paint, etcetera, as well as my trusty old Dell lappy. I poured a coffee, sat down and opened my computer. Flicking through my bookmarks I fell upon a video I'd saved for viewing later, and as later was now I clicked on it and unzipped my dungarees. My eyes riveted on the sexy images of the film, the fingers of my right hand slipping inside the damp crotch of my coveralls, gently teasing myself, stoking the growing fire within. The scenes getting hotter by the ...

... minute, I now had two fingers plunging deeply in and out of my greedy sex, totally focused on the building climax that had now taken over my mind and body. "So this is what I'm paying you a small fortune for? To finger yourself to filthy films? " My head snapped around, eyes falling on the Lady of the house, standing there in a long silk robe, hands on her hips making it hang slightly open, her full breasts partially on view, their tips thick and stiff. Catching me red-handed as I masturbated obviously did not leave her indifferent. I slowly turned on my seat, my hand, though now stilled, remaining on my leaking lips, squeezing gently. "I thought you were away for the night and today, Celine?" I softly, matter-of-factly replied. "That's as maybe. My plans changed, not that it is any of your business, Sylvie." Her breathing was a little heavier and her hands had now slid from her hips and were balled by her sides. I smiled at her as I saw the sudden flash of embarrassment on her face. My tongue inadvertently licking my lips as the realisation dawned that she was actually aroused. A half smile appeared on her lips as our eyes met, gazing at each other, each waiting with somewhat baited breath to see what happened next. I took a gamble, and easing my hand from between my legs, raised it to my lips, sensuously lapping my own nectar from each finger in turn, my eyes not leaving hers for a second. She moaned, not loudly, but audibly enough. I exaggeratedly continued, savouring the ...