Chasing The Sun

Chapter 7 - Dawn is Upon Us

Never before had Amada felt such an intense desire. Her Catholic Spanish upbringing had always allowed her to control the flashes of heat she sometimes felt spreading inside her. This was the age, she'd been told many times, when desires and sexual appetite start striking at the most unexpected times.

Of course she had felt herself before, and could have been caught quite a few times, she recalls with a smile, but she always kept a piece of clothing on, barely opening her shorts or pants enough to have access to the burning zone or only sliding a hand underneath her shirt. Most of the time she even kept a blanket handy for an easy cover-up.

Tonight though, she strangely felt totally possessed. The desires stroke as soon as she felt Tom's hands on her shoulders, and kept growing with intensity even after he had left her alone. Did he just not want to be part of this? Was he scared she would reject him had he explored more? She couldn't answer these questions, and as of right now, didn't really care what the answers might be. For the first time ever, she had dared to allow the desires to spread completely. She was so comfortable tonight that it didn't seem wrong to push her pants down and kick them off, quickly followed by her tiny whities. Sure she felt exposed a little at first, but she quickly realized and accepted the fact that never before had she felt such an intense desire, a strong need to pet her kitty no matter what. She had become a woman very aware of her needs and totally ready to accept and answer them.

Under the cover of the night, she could almost feel that Tom was not very far. And she was now ok with it. If he was around, that meant he probably enjoyed what he was seeing of her. And if he did, then she was very happy about it. In fact, knowing that Tom might be peeking as she was caressing herself added a dose of excitment to tonight's turn of events. As she settled deeper into the couch, feeling the cold of the leather against her warm skin, Amada now opened her eyes a little so she could be aware of her environment, make it be part of her pleasure. Her hands were still travelling deliciously on her body, often meeting at the most sensitive spot and exploring there for a moment. She was amazed at just how smooth her thighs felt where they meet her precious opening. Hiding behind a soft cover of pubic hair, her lips were hungry and moist. Her fingers loved to feel and tease them, gently spreading them apart as they pretended to want to gain access to the honey hidden in her silky treasure cove. At times Amada would barely push the tip of a finger to test just how moist her kitty was...

She heard a soft muffled sound coming from her right. Instantly, her hands froze as her brain tried to process the noise and understand what it could have been. She was so aroused that she had to force herself not to breath just to be able to listen to her surroundings. No other noise. She was probably alone, Tom might have fallen asleep in his room after all.

Then she saw it, in the dim double reflection of the two bay windows, she could make out the shape of someone kneeling down a few feet away from the couch. Thinking fast, she quickly concluded that the mystery shape could be noone else but Tom. It was hard to be one hundred percent sure since she was seeing him in the blurry reflection of two windows, but there was noone else in this "House of Sins", right? Calculating the angles in her mind, Amada realized that Tom was facing the mirror to her left, making him unaware she had noticed him. Initially, she felt a rush of shame run down her spine, but once the initial surprise passed, she could feel excitment knowing Tom was close-by, and had his eyes on her.

She playfully adjusted her stance, turning away from the mirror so that he wouldn't see too much anymore, but would have to imagine more instead.

"Now what?" she thought to herself. Where was she going to take this little game of cat and mouse? As she kept looking at the bay windows to see him, she realized that the darkness outside was not as deep, the sun was forcing its way from the East and would surely invade their little heaven in the next hour or so.

As if aware of it, her middle finger met her mound and started rubbing it with more intensity, precision. It quickly found her sensitive little button and focused on it. Amada couldn't help a long moan as the pressure felt delicious, enhanced by the sensation of naughtiness that had invaded her from the moment she allowed herself to be watched by Tom.