I sat on the rooftop, basking in the serenity of the sunset. Sipping my wine, I watched the lights fading from the sky. I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it ... couldn't help but let thoughts of you flood my mind. 

Sunday Night

My hands wander along my curves, my thighs. Fingertips drifting lazily across my belly, drifting up to my breasts. I can feel my nipples hardening. My fingers circle my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, pinching them softly. I close my eyes and imagine they are your fingers. I can feel the familiar pulse between my legs. I arch my back and gasp as I pinch my nipples harder, feeling my desires growing.

My hand wander down my belly, into the lacy black thong I am wearing. I press my fingers on my clit and begin to move them in the familiar rhythmic movements.

My fingers slide down from my clit into my wetness. Massaging my soft swollen lips, stroking them gently, feeling my arousal. I spread my legs slightly and slide one finger inside me. Stroking, feeling my velvety cunt squeeze around my finger, teasing myself as my arousal builds up. My other hand move down to my clit, drawing quick small little circles around it. I gasp at the feeling. Every motion of my hand makes me quiver with desire.

I push another finger inside me, imagining your cock thrusting into me. My other hand rubbing my clit harder. I see your body in my mind, moving above me, thrusting into me. I moan again. I push a third finger inside me, frantically, desperately. My fingers work faster on my clit. I spread my legs wider. I'm so close. I can feel my cunt starting to pulse around my fingers. My clit is throbbing.

My hips push up into the air, my hand buried, deep in my cunt, my fingers on my clit. I cry out your name as I come. My cunt clenching hard around my fingers. My hips bucking against my hand, my heart beating fast.

I slowly remove my fingers from my cunt and bring them up to my mouth. I lick my fingers, knowing how much you love the taste of me.

Sunset

The over-water bungalow perched over the crystal clear lagoon. Hues of blue and crimson and violet painted the sky, as the sun starts to set. The calm water reflecting the last hour of light into the room, turning the clean white sheets orange.

The fan turn slowing over our heads, clicking softly with each turn. We lay tangle together on the dampen sheets. Heavy breathing, desperate wet sound of flesh on flesh, moans and whimpers. You hold me from behind and gently nibble my earlobes. I can feel you getting hard again. You push slowly and just so, sliding deeper, just to hear me moan. After, spent, you pull out. We curl our bodies together, basking in the comfort of each other.

The sun sets completely, leaving a dark, beautiful sky filled with stars in its place.