Before The Alarm Rings - Sex Stories

Before The Alarm Rings

... do, if you had twenty minutes to kill, while all cosy in bed… and Naked?)

Susanna grabbed her phone, made sure her web browser was in incognito mode, and then logged into LushStories.com. She had a few more likes and comments on her profile, even some tips, so went straight to see what gifs and pics people had posted on her wall. She loved the randomness of what her fans posted.

There were a few suggestive, light-bondage pics, some hardcore fucking gifs, lots of blowjob-related material, but the one that caught her eye was a striking image of an American Cowboy, wearing just his hat, jeans and boots, standing in an open stable with a horse. The Sun was beating down on his ripped torso. Those abs. Those pecks! That smile. And such blue eyes.

Her attention turned to his jeans and, using the pinch and zoom feature on her phone, tried to gauge if any of the lumps, bumps, and creases on his denims gave any clues to how well endowed this fine specimen might be. With no evidence to the contrary, she determined the package in his pants would be every bit as impressive as the rest of him.

She imagined his strong arms lifting her up, spinning her around, and placing her on a high stack of straw bales. She’d be just at the perfect height for him to draw back herpurty-lil skirt, spread her knees apart, and teach her pussy how to French-kiss.

Under her covers her fingers were already rubbing circles over and around her clit, feeling the mildest residue of her recent ...

... piss, still moist on her labia. But it soon gave way to another kind of wetness, when she dipped her middle finger deeper, and felt how slick she was becoming.

Her fantasy cowboy looked up at her, from between her thighs, with those bright blue eyes, giving her full-body chills. She’d take the leather Stetson from his head and put it on hers so she could cup the back of his head and encourage him to lick deeper.

Two fingers were now furiously sliding in and out of her wet pussy while her thumb rubbed on her hood, sliding it, back and forth, over her erect clitoris. The hand holding her phone rubbed on her nipple, and pressed on her breast, as her fantasy developed.

The Cowboy stepped onto another bale of straw bringing his crotch to the same height as hers. He popped the buttons of his fly letting his very impressive erection spring out to greet her. While leaning forward to kiss her neck, she would feel his hard-on parting her slippery lips, and sliding inside her with ease. It would fill her up so completely.

With the well-endowed cowboy getting into his rhythm, pounding his thighs against hers, she imagined his entirety pressing into and pulling out from, the wet, fleshy grip she had on him, over and over.

She pulled her coated fingers from her vagina and concentrated on rubbing her erect exposed clit with them. Faster and faster, harder and harder.

With her eyes closed her phone was now lying face down on her chest, between her breasts, so she could grab, ...