Inspired by your touch last night, I couldn't help myself this morning.  I don't know if you'll ever read this but I felt like I needed to let this out.

I only have a few minutes but can't resist any more.  I can feel my body begging for a quick release.  I knew when I left this morning I hadn't gotten enough of you and the wetness at just the thought of your lips on mine is enough to make me quake.  I picture you sleeping still and wish I could have stayed in bed with you imagining all the ways we would spend the morning between the sheets.  The images running through my head combined with the pleasure of last night all combine to leave me in the desperate position I am.

My mind is wandering as I drive, wanting and needing to feel a release. I'm not even certain where I am as I pull my car off the road into the vacant lot, my thoughts consumed with the urge of release.  Luckily it's still early and no other cars are around. I'm not even sure it would stop me at this point even if there were.

As soon as I park I let my hand slide up my leg, thankful to have worn a skirt this morning.  I quickly let my fingers find their way.  Almost uncontrollable I start rubbing through my panties, feeling the moistness grow as a wave washes over me at the first touch.  I know I won't last long but am in agony to find my release.

My free hand finds my breast and as I caress my bosom I can feel your hand over mine. The gentle but firm touch as our hands melded into one.  I can still feel your touch and how we let our hands explore our bodies before our tongues repeated the routes.  I let my other hand find its way under my panties and onto my clit.  I can feel waves of pleasure wash over me. I open legs wider letting my fingers work faster on my little bubble.

I realize I'm licking my lips desperate for the taste of your kiss. Longing for any flavor that might still linger.  My free hand has wandered down and is now occupied with the inner folds of my sweet spot.  I can feel it building and know it won't take but another moment.

I remember you and it's like you're there, the softness of your smile and your scent may be in my head but in this moment it feels real.  While my fingers continue to work my clit I picture you in front of me.  Even if it's not real I can feel your hands on my hips and the gentle touch on my naked skin as you move in closer.  I can feel the tingling sensation as you let your hands slowly wander up my body. The light touch tickling my skin and sending a deep wanting down into my body.  The desperate longing to kiss you returns.  I remember the moment from last night when our lips met for the first time.  The soft texture and flavor, it's like you're here with me.

The memory of your taste on my lips is the final edge as I feel the orgasm wash over me. Wave after wave triggered as my fingers start to slow.  I still see you here with that coy grin having stared deep into your eyes as I climaxed over the top.  I gently let my fingers leave my clit and bring them to my lips for a final reminder as my breathing returns to normal. I savor the taste for a moment wondering if you'll do the same this morning.  

I picture you in bed gently caressing your own body as you remember my touch.  Imaging both of us pleasuring ourselves to last night is enough to make me return my fingers to my clit.  This time it doesn't take but a few seconds for the familiar pleasure to wash over me again. The thought of you masturbating to last night is too much for me to withstand.  

I stay in the moment for another minute, soaking in last night and wanting to relive it again.  The aching need satisfied for now, I check myself quickly in the mirror, straighten up my skirt and return to the day knowing that each thought of you will start building again until I can't wait any longer.