The warmth of the sun shines on my face through the window sill, subtly telling me to open my eyes and wake up. I really don’t feel like it, for I’m in the middle of a sensual dream. I couldn’t tell what’s going on in there but it was so good I could feel a warm, tingly sensation everywhere in my body, spreading between my legs. Eventually, the heat from outside slowly overtook my arousal, becoming so unbearable I had to retire my decadent fantasy early.

When I slightly open my eyes, I could see so much light my eyes become itchy. Feeling half-awake, I rub my eyes, give out a good stretch from the bed, and stare at the ceiling afterwards, with one arm rested on the back of my head, trying to think about what happened in that dream. For some reason I still feel tingly around me but the sensation starts to fade away after waking up.

I now look at myself, the sun reflecting on my half-covered naked body, my armpit, half my boob, abdomen, and mound exposed to the warm heat. This sight alone instantly brings back what I have been feeling earlier. The nasty thoughts return, the sensations of being touched at every weak spot in my body wait to materialize.

Mmm, I want to be touched so badly! I close my eyes once more and focus on my mental arousal. This way, it becomes easier getting aroused once I start off like this. Feeling all bubbly, I move my other hand slowly onto my exposed side. A soft moan escapes my mouth as my fingers slowly brush through my chest, almost touching my nipple and through my armpit, then back onto my boob, my tummy and into my inner thigh, my pinkie almost touching my mound. The sensations I felt now were more stimulating than how I felt before. I do it one more time, keeping my pace as before, savoring the tingly, almost tickling feeling through my half-covered self.

My exposed boob now demands attention, feeling a bit perked up from that initial teasing. My fingers gently brush my inner thigh, slowly traversing to my breast. With one finger, I slowly circle around the areola, barely touching the tip. I squirm and moan a bit as I try to delay the demands of my aching tit while bringing out more sensations between my legs. Eventually, I give in and gently pinch and tweak the tip of my nipple, my back arching in response as bolts of euphoria stream through my body, my nipple affecting a direct line to my clit.

At the same time, the covers already shed, fully exposing my aching self to the elements. I let go of my nipple as it is already too much to bear, letting my arousal subside for a short time.

As my arousal slowly went up again, I spread my legs a bit while I slowly run my hands around my breasts and thighs, my fingers daring not to touch my sex. I try to tease it for a bit, my fingertips brushing through my mound, but I hold myself back by going up again through my breasts, my nipples all perked up and wanting to be touched again. I let out a gasp as I gently cup them while gently pinching, sending copious amounts of feel-good that make my body squirm more, and my clit beg.

I let go of my one hand and let it travel down into my mound, being tempted to touch those sensitive, nectar-filled petals. All I could do is make it beg for more as I spread my legs wider, two fingers spreading apart my pussy lips as if enticing an imaginary lover to put it in her. I squeeze my lips together while my hips slowly grind against my palm, feeling a bit of juice leak down my butt hole.

Eventually this relentless teasing has become unsatisfying for me, and I really had to give in or I’ll lose the immersion of it. I keep my legs and my pussy wide open, while I slowly grind my hips back and forth like a lust-filled whelp.

I relieve my hand of tit fondling duty and place it near my spread pussy, my palm almost touching my clit. I buck up and tease the tip of my clit with my palm, letting out some moans while my other hand still holding my labia open. Sparks fly as I skillfully tease my aching nub while only moving my hips, my palm doing nothing else other than its job of tormenting it, until my palm decides to curl a finger, barely sliding through my wet slit and sending me almost to the edge.

I feel my pussy twitch a bit, leaking out more love juice and staining the sheets a bit. I stretch it with both hands, two fingers each holding my inner lips in place, then I lick two fingers and slowly rub my clit in circles, my legs shaking a bit, more gasps coming out of me as sensations of pleasure flood me. I slide my two fingers back and forth my slit while I rub my clit, my body bucking up in response, more love juice flowing out of my sex.

I lick my fingers again, tasting my lascivious juices, and stick in three fingers this time, deep in my vagina, thinking of an imaginary cock penetrating me, wanting it so badly as I do. Doing this is very easy once I’m sufficiently wet and aroused, and it also helps me locate my G spot.

With my fingers in I rub my clit with my thumb while I curl up my fingers and move them up and down slowly. I then speed up my pace of my fingers, legs squirming in delight while I reminisce that time with a guy in the hotel who actually made me cum hard. My vagina started making loud squelching noises and my loud moans accompanying it create this symphony of unfettered lust.

My body, all tensed up and beading with sweat and writhing in sweet agony couldn’t take much more of this. At this point I really am compelled to bring myself to an enormous orgasm, but I had to stop.

My hand felt tired and a bit cramped. As soon as I teetered over the edge, my legs feel like jelly, my breathing becomes erratic as I almost made myself cum with my skillful fingering, the feeling of an approaching climax slowly subsiding. I lie on my side in fetal position, feeling disappointed and denied.

But as soon as my legs closed, I felt something weird, somehow still feel aroused down there. I feel like squeezing my thighs together and when I did, it felt good, like REALLY GOOD. By squeezing my thighs some more, my pussy feels like melting. I lie to my back and put up my legs together with one arm holding them, grinding my butt. My other hand soon joins in the fun, teasing my clit with my soaked digits while being clamped by my thighs at the same time.

This is a completely different kind of feeling, something better than how I usually do it. The sensation is blistering, feeling better and more intense with each squeeze, my insides feeling too tingly, but for some reason I still press on.

While I try crossing my legs together while I rock back and forth, my calves tangled together like a pretzel, I feel like my clit’s about to burst, but still I try my best not to cum as I try to keep my legs tightened while I thrust. My breathing getting heavier, my juices squelching between my inner thighs, the tension keeps building up tremendously, with each squeeze sending me over the edge.

One more squeeze, one more grind, I couldn’t take it anymore. At that moment, I’m immediately rocked by a series of huge explosions of pleasure, much more stronger than the strongest orgasm I had with that guy (and he was pretty good too!). My thighs still clenched tightly, all I could do is helplessly grab on to the sheets as I groan and twitch to each wave of unbearable euphoria coming from my sex.

Still spasming from delight, it didn’t feel like it was going to stop, in fact it keeps gets stronger to the point I cried begging for it to stop. Perhaps this was my punishment for denying myself for too long. This really is too much for me, so much I pass out, tears streaming down my eyes, not knowing when will the waves subside.

When I finally come to, my mind felt blank. I look at my buck naked self gleaming under the sun, covered with sweat, a puddle of juice between my legs staining the sheets - clear evidence of a sex goddess’s shenanigans gone awry, in a good way for course! I wish I knew about this sooner.