I did my hair and makeup, dressed and
went downstairs. I walked around
restless thinking about what I should do
and about what we would do. As time
progressed my mind wandered again to
him and how cute and sweet he is, his
kissing and how Hot he had made
me. Hmm I was getting Hot just by
thinking about him and in anticipation
of what I was hoping for that was going
to happen. Yes, I hope he gets to my
boobies and in my panties. What will I
do when he doesn't take the initiative,
yes I was sure, I will seduce him, I want
him and this.
Tingles went through my body in
anticipation, omg I was so Hot, I am
getting wet. Oh oh, I better take my
panties off and put them on again when
he is at the door. Okay, I checked them,
no wet spot, thank goodness. But all
these thoughts made it only worse, by
now I was really Hot and wet. I better
clean up a bit and I went to the
bathroom. I lifted my dress up and
looked at myself; yes I was Hot for
sure. My clitty was throbbing and
asking for attention. I touched myself,
wow, oh my god, I should stop,
otherwise ...... But it felt too good, why
not, I need to release some tension, I
can orgasm easy, multiple times, so
when we get that far it's better that I
am relaxed or I would come at his first
touch.
I sat on the edge of the bathtub and
masturbated, looking at myself in the
mirror. Oh yes this was good, I was
super Hot and came off quick, intense
and good. I looked at myself, the honey
was dripping between my bum-cheeks, I
scooped some and licked my fingers,
the taste varies and tonight it was a
little viscid and tasted sweet. I was still
Hot but the craving tension was much
less.

Cool

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