Life on the Run Ch. 01

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(Author’s Note: I have finally made my return to writing! I’ve decided for the time being to try new stories instead of working on my older work like Enslaved to the Mob. Sometimes change is good. As with all of my stories, all characters depicted in this submission are eighteen years of age or older. All work is copyrighted and the property of the writer (me).)

Rain came down in buckets across the city and surrounding areas. The weather forecasters were calling for flood warnings throughout the whole low-laying parts of the county. ‘The Worst Storm in Years’ they were calling it, with water levels that were sure to break the local records. It was the perfect night to stay inside with someone you love, to curl up on the couch or in bed to watch the television. In Jennifer Allen’s case, however, it was the perfect night to fuck herself over and over again.

As the rain came down relentlessly, tapping incessantly against the windows, the young twenty year old blonde was laying peacefully in her bed, clad in only her thin cotton panties atop the thick comforter and sheets. It was the beginning of her summer vacation, and all alone in the big house that she grew up in. With her parents finally gone out on a night on the town, she finally had it all to herself, giving her the little bit güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri of freedom and privacy she had been craving for so long.

Her beautiful emerald green eyes were closed, basking in the erotic atmosphere that surrounded her. The smell of the lotion on her freshly showered skin, coupled with the sounds of the rain outside was more than enough of a turn on for her. Never had she felt more relaxed and turned on as the thoughts of sexual desires floated through her mind, teasing and turning up the wet and hot arousal between her thighs.

Ever so gently her fingertips, so soft and cool to the touch, began to caress the narrow valley between her pert, beautiful breasts. The rosy pink flesh of her nipples stood at attention in the cool air, begging to be played with before Jennifer finally indulged herself by tweaking and teasing them. The young blonde desperately wished someone had been there to play with her. She couldn’t help but to imagine rough, masculine hands feeling up every inch of her body, stroking the fire of arousal between her creamy thighs.

Gradually her breathing became heavier with lust, her body and mind overcoming with desire. Jennifer couldn’t help but to allow her hand to slowly travel further down her body until finally güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri her digits began to caress the waistband of her panties. Unable to help herself, she gave in to those selfish desires of self pleasure as her fingers slipped under her cotton panties to the wet, smooth flesh of her sex.

The mere touch alone was enough to make her gasp out sharply in pleasure. It was like electricity, filling every part of her body with that tingling feeling of lust and pleasure. Jennifer had to have more. Her touch was addicting with the arousal coursing through her veins. Soon her fingers began to fully caress her wet, full labia lips, rubbing her silken digits against the hot, velvety opening.

She couldn’t contain herself as the little gasps soon turned to moans that filled the room that smelled strongly of sex and arousal. Already she knew the orgasm from this was going to be intense. She could feel it welling up inside of her like a tidal wave, building with intensity and strength with each passing second.

Her palm began to rub and grind against her throbbing clit, begging so desperately to be played and caressed with as her fingers began to penetrate her. Back arching, she could feel her orgasm coming as her fingers curled up inside of her güvenilir bahis şirketleri aching cunt, caressing and finding her g-spot in no time at all. She couldn’t help herself. She needed to cum.

Sounds of her masturbation filled the room, drowning out any and all noises from the rooms below. So caught up in her pleasure, Jennifer didn’t even notice the basement door opening, nor the sounds of the stairs creaking under the weight of someone coming up the stairs.

She was totally lost in her masturbatory pleasure. Fingers and toes curled in response to the pleasure filling her like never before. Moaning louder and louder than before, the tidal wave of her orgasm came crashing down within her body, ripping through her senses as her body writhed in place upon the bed. Visibly she convulsed with pleasure, too overcome with the sensations filling her body to neither care nor notice anything going on around her.

“Fuck…” She whispered softly to herself, her voice heavy with pleasure and her post-orgasmic euphoria as she laid back in the bed, catching her breath in the knowledge that she was going to have another go at the fun.

That was, until what happened next.

From the shadows of the room came the sound of slow, yet thunderous clapping from a single person. Almost instantly her eyes flew open, fingers covered in her cum grasped the sheets of the bed in a vain attempt to cover herself as her wide, terrified eyes stared directly into the open doorway where the shadow of a man, so tall and seemingly powerful stood in the dark.

“Now that’s what I call a show…”

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