Tollie's Garden Pt.1 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.1

... chest, then sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Then I did one of my favorite things. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hands inside my panties and started stroking my pussy with my finger, moving it slowly up and down, feeling my wetness and the growing pleasure as I got more and more turned on. I stuck two fingers inside, feeling my pussy gripping my fingers as I moved them faster and faster. My breathing was getting heavier, my fingers going deeper and suddenly I thought about Tollie, imagining him and not Tristan, or some other imaginary man. My fingers were going faster and harder until I suddenly exploded, trying to hold back a scream, but then it burst out and I let go, my loud scream filling my room. After, releasing my fingers, feeling the warm wetness on my thighs, glad that no one was home, my breathing slowed as I lay there, loving what I could do to myself, and surprised that I had thought about Tollie. He’s so much older than me. Suddenly I felt confused and stupid at such crazy thinking. Just then my cell phone rang, and, still feeling the relief from masturbating, glad I wasn't interrupted, I checked and saw it was Tristan. “Hi Tris…what’s up?” I managed to say. “Nothing much. What’s happening with you?” “Nothing, just glad it’s Friday and it’s the weekend.” “Yeah, right, I wish I didn’t have to go to that fucking job at the market.” “Oh right, when do you finish tomorrow?” “Five, wanna do something tomorrow night?” “Maybe, like what?” “We could get a ...

... pizza and watch a movie or something.” “Maybe, I’m not sure. Let’s play it by ear.” “You alright?” he asked, after a long pause. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m alright.” “You sound funny. You usually sound more, I don’t know, more wanting to do something.” “Let’s just play it by ear, okay? Listen, I have to go. It’s time for dinner and I’m famished.” “Okay,” he said, but I could tell he was annoyed, or upset. “Let’s talk tomorrow. I really have to go. Have a good night, baby.” I clicked my phone closed and tossed it on the bed next to me, suddenly wondering why I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with Tristan. We usually spent as much time together as we could, especially on the weekends. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling, then got up, went to the window and saw Tollie still working, concentrating. I just stood there watching him, curious about what he was writing, and the dear friend who he said was going to visit him on Sunday, and how excited he seemed, and again, I wondered if it was a man or a woman. I went down to the kitchen and took out the leftover lasagna from a few nights ago and heated up two pieces in case I wanted more. I liked Friday nights and usually did something with Janine, or Liz, or Tristan and was rarely home alone with no plans, but for some reason I didn’t feel like hanging out. Just then, my cell phone rang again and it was Janine. “Hey!” I said, checking the lasagna in the oven, but then suddenly I remembered the delicious salad I’d had at Tollie’s and wished I ...