The noise, the hustle and bustle, the demanding work commitments, and everything in between rattle through Francesca’s mind. She can’t get a moment’s peace Monday through Friday and this Saturday she is going to spend the entire evening in bed.
Saturday morning she takes herself on a hike, fresh air, and no phone signal does her good and even as she makes her way down in the afternoon sunshine she can’t help but become utterly giddy at the thought of having a night to herself, her phone off, her work woes left in the office and nobody coming to bother her. Living in New York city keeps you on your toes but you can never seem to switch off, it’s like a buzz that never turns off that you just have to keep satisfied and so these rare weekends alone are to be treasured.
Francesca gets home, takes a luxurious shower, and sees a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She is looking good, great even. She is toned, curvy in all of the right places and her breasts are full and voluptuous, her nipples softened under the warm water and as she spins around, she peaks at her ass, perky and round, ideal for spanking.
She revels in the thoughts of her body and it reminds her of how horny she is, she hasn’t been laid in weeks and she wonders if part of her irritability lately is just sexual frustration begging to be let out of her.
Francesca applies her favorite body lotion all over herself and slips naked into her bed, snuggling into the freshly laundered sheets. Closing the curtains automatically by pressing a button on her dresser (God she loved modern technology, she thought to herself), Francesca switches on her TV, and without even thinking about it her hand starts to play casually with her fresh pussy and she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it until it starts to feel painfully good.
Snuggling down further into the bed, she lets her fingers wander, she didn’t know how long it had been since she had last done this. Her pussy moistened quickly, letting her fingers guide themselves inside of her and play with her sensitive nerve endings. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were shut as she began to feel the familiar waves of pleasure guiding through her. Her mind flickered with her deepest fantasies, she wanted it all, right now. She could hear how wet she was, her fingers dancing with her clit audibly and as she pushed a second finger inside of herself she felt a trickle of wetness running down her fingers.
Francesca whimpered, her body trembled as she let out months worth of frustrations, she felt herself coming closer and closer to her orgasm, never wanting this moment to end until she finally just couldn’t hold on a moment longer and she began to cum, an exhilarating rumble through her body as waves of bliss consumed her, her orgasm poured out of her like nectar and she panted softly, relishing in such a delicious moment. She had escaped the city momentarily and she had a whole evening alone to escape it some more…