Alone

--- I would really love and appreciate feedback and what you would like to see happen with or to Mandy. I want to draw my inspiration from everywhere possible!
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Disclaimer: Characters in this story are fictional and are for non-profit purposes only. Copyright to Yvonne/Bunnyee.
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Chapter One: Longing

The stars were nowhere to be seen that night as clouds rolled in quickly. Mandy came in the door soaked. Shaking the water out of her hair with her fingers, her dark brown ringlets matted against her face. She tossed her keys onto the lobby table and hung her coat up on the rack beside it. She looked into a rectangular mirror drying her face with her sleeve. A stack of out dated Cosmopolitan magazines waited patiently to be disposed of on the corner of the table. Mandy thanked herself for not wearing make up or else she would've been smeared from the pelting rain. She made her way to her bedroom and threw off her wet clothes making a mental note to tidy it later. Standing naked in front of her full-length mirror, she put her hands on her hips; it felt clammy and damp. Her nipples were hard and a chill ran up her back releasing goose bumps all over her skin.

Taking a second to choose the right nightwear, Mandy settled on a white satin slip. "No underwear" she decided weighing out the fact that she needed her nether-region to air dry. It was getting late and she was getting tired. She slipped into bed and turned on the TV. Sultry music, slow and seductive played, as the blackness of the screen became a woman on her hands and knees bending back and forth. It was a channel ad for a chat line. The woman on the screen flipped her hair and bit her lip. Mandy felt a warm throb under her dress.

The camera focused on the ass of the woman on screen. Her tight bottom waved up and down, imitating what it would look like if a man were pounding her. Mandy slithered her hand under the covers and between her pussy lips. Wet, very wet, and not from the rain. She closed her eyes and moaned as she circled herself. Starlets of pleasure bubbled and welled behind her lids. Her skin felt warm and smooth now, dry from the rain, almost burning from desire. The close up on the television on the woman's lips made Mandy lift her own hand, put it in her mouth and suck off her own juices. Her fingers were all slippery as she inserted them back inside herself as she used her other hand to play with her clit. She rubbed and rubbed and pictured the woman on the TV eating her out. Imagining that woman licking where she touched, sucking where she rubbed. Mandy closed her eyes, the music's downbeat governing her fingers. Her thighs quivered and she felt the density of her insides thicken slowly. Then, she let out a small gasp as the woman in her vision pressed her tongue harder and harder, faster and faster. Another released and prolonged moan escaped as Mandy slowly poured her cream onto the bed. Refusing to stop, she kept fingering herself and cummed again and again, one right after the other. She loved that fact that her bed sheet was soaked. Letting her cries echo, Mandy imagined being watched. That made her explode even more violently and instead of oozing, her cum began to spray in a long stream as she wailed through the duration. Unbeknownst to her, she imagined right. Outside her lit room, someone was watching her from the darkness of the night.