I was waiting for my boyfriend to get home. I’d put on one of my nicest lingerie outfits I knew he liked. He was about to get home from his business trip. He’d messaged me from the airport and said he was just about to get a cab home to me. He’d be here in a half hour. I couldn’t wait. I’d masturbated every day since he was gone. I didn’t need to wait for him, I was plenty horny enough the rest of the time, I didn’t need to abstain and wait. I was kneeling on the bed leaning on the headboard looking out, waiting for him to pull up. I was getting wet waiting for him.
I reached my hand down into my panties and fount the crotch of them, damp from my pussy. I slipped a finger in and found my slippery wetness in anticipation of his cock. I started toying with my clit, which was already stiff and was soon bucking against my own hand in a masturbation frenzy. I took my hand out of my panties, thinking I should wait for him, he’d be here in moments. I lifted my fingers to my face and sniffed them, nice and musky. A delightful scent. I couldn’t help but lick my fingers. I was such a naughty girl.
I slipped them back into my panties and continued to play with myself. Knowing he’d be here so soon. I rubbed my clit faster and faster, my nipples were hard and strained against my push up bra, nearly peeking out the top edge of the fabric. I decided to show some restraint and stopped myself. I laid there on the bed, just waiting to hear the key in the lock. I finally heard it and called out to him I was in the bedroom. He came in and gasped when he saw me. He tore off his clothes and was inside of me in seconds. Oh, how I was glad he was home.
