Lara ended the call. She had managed to persuade Charles from coming over tonite. She didn’t want to see him. She wanted to be alone. She checked her messages again and saw the text had still not been delivered. She tried dialing his number but it was still off. It had been almost 2 hours since she sent the text. She knew his phone had been switched off intentionally. The feeling of envy returned. “Why am I feeling jealous?” She asked herself. She knew that whoever was with him at that moment, she wished it was her instead. Images of her náked in bed with him began to flood her mind. She closed her eyes and in her mind began to imagine him running his hands over her body, his hands stroking her between, his lips sU-Cking hard on her nìpples.
She unconsciously began to rub her cúnt as she flexed her hand, stroking his imaginary cöck in her mind. She slightly opened her mouth as she imagined herself wrapping her lips around his shaft.
She was jolted back to reality when she heard her maid coming down the stairs. Rearranging clothes, she quickly rubbed her already slick fingers over her smart suit pants. She stood up and, instructing her maid to make her a light dinner, she walked up the stairs to her room. She slowly undressed, contemplating on taking a shower. She stood in front of her mirror, staring at her náked body in the reflection. Her body was hot and her cúnt was tingling with anticipation. She momentarily gazed at her side drawer where she kept her toys, wondering if she could just give herself a few moments of pleasure. She hesitated and then sighed, reached out to the drawer, and pulled out her rabbit vibratör, lying flat on her back and spreading her legs wide. As the toy buzzed away, she allowed her body and mind be taken over by her lust in her earlier interrupted imagination and soon her body was being wracked with throes and throes of passion.