Famously Yours - Sequel to A Famous Affair

Famously Yours chapter 27

I return to my quiet, dimly lit room. Katie has decided to stay with Lydia in her room, because she's far more drunk than any of us. It's probably just as well. Lydia is so bladdered, she nearly fell asleep on the toilet whilst having a pee. The back of her long dress was flipped right over her head and her thong was hazardously twisted around her ankles. It was then that Katie kindly volunteered to stay with her; whereas, I am still feeling rather intoxicated and very horny. The room's silence is only filled with my light breathing and my wishful need for Jonny. Sitting on the bed, wondering how on earth can I possibly satisfy the gentle throbs that teasingly twitch down within the folds of my sex; I lie back, slowly pulling up my dress. My fevered fingers start to masquerade as Jonny's. I touch my aroused skin in all of the pleasurable places that he knows so deliciously well. Brushing my tips across the suspenders that I know had him so achingly hard, after I had sent him that photo; a small smile breaks free from my relaxed mouth.

With closed eyes, I take my masturbation to new and blissful heights. Each stroke and caress carries me that little bit closer to my much-needed climax. As I softly moan, sinking into the bed with each pleasing pulsation that slowly begins to fill the aching void of my vagina, my distorted senses think that they've just heard a quiet tap on the door. With my heart wildly beating, and my sex wildly throbbing, I lie there deathly still; hoping that it really wasn't the door that I just heard. As my breaths grow steadier, I listen harder. Tap! Tap!

I sit up first, trying to compose myself. Then I stand, smoothing down my dress and preening the back of my dishevelled up do, before preparing to open the door. Sucking in an apprehensive breath, I twist the handle and pull it towards me. Right at that moment, I feel as though all of the air has been thumped right the hell out of my surprised lungs. There is Jonny, with the slyest of grins; sexily leaning against the doorframe. Between his fingers, he holds a crisp fifty-pound note. "I'm wanting that lap dance now, Dimples," he says, using the deepest and most delicious tone of voice.

Although shocked to see him, my eyes light up with delighted arousal. "You're here?" I stupidly say with a smile expressing just how glad I really am to see him.

Jonny leisurely trails his darkened eyes down the entire length of my figure hugging dress. "In the flesh." He firmly informs me.

I don't know whether it's the alcohol or Jonny's invitation for a little bit of filthy foreplay that sits within his hazel eyes, making me feel more than ready for some sexy fun with him. All I do know is that we are wasting precious time!

"Then you had better come in, hadn't you?" Taking his hand and softly closing the door behind me, I pull him into the room with a sassy smile that dictates who exactly is in control here.

With drunken confidence, I guide him to the end of the bed; gently pushing him down onto it and snatching the fifty-pound note from between his fingers. Once obediently seated, I deliver a chaste kiss to his full and waiting lips. Jonny eagerly tries to pull me between his legs, sliding my dress right up in order to see my underwear. I pull back, smirking at him before whispering against his pouting mouth. "Stay there," I quietly order, stroking his chin as I turn. With a gentle wiggle of my ass, I fluidly move across the room to where the stereo is. Choosing my CD of Beyoncé to play, I press the number of the song that I want, before turning back around to face Jonny again. His hungry eyes never leave mine, they silently beg for me to come close.

As the sexy intro to the song begins, I saunter towards him, one sassy step in front of the other to each seductive beat that now fills the room.

On the bedroom chair, I spot my black chiffon scarf, which I wore earlier today. Taking a few graceful sidesteps; I elegantly reach for it. Now in my teasing hands, I stand between Jonny's legs. "You're not to touch me. You can only watch," I confidently tell him the rules, placing the scarf around his neck in one smooth move. He has this aroused smile plastered all over his shadowed face as he simply nods, knowing not to say a word.