You know I'm sitting here, in front of my computer, reading and typing away, the towel I had wrapped round me fallen to my waist, my creamy full breasts perky in front of me. The rose coloured nipples, pointing forward, like they are reading too. My dusty blond hair falling around my shoulders, big innocent eyes being corrupted with the dirty details on the screen, full lips being bitten when particularly juicy details are revealed. All the time a thought at the back of my head - I hope my housemates don't find me like this. It's his computer, her chair.

As a story builds, I slowly stroke my face, one finger at a time, enjoying the sensation of my fingernail trailing over my soft skin. tracing my jawline, my cheek, the outline of my ear, brushing my pink lips. Like a cat being petted, i tilt my head from one side to another, feeling a slow warmth build between my legs. I gasp as my hand lazily wanders to my neckline, brushing that sensitive skin just behind and below my ear, a spot my boyfriend has missed recently, this stroking, tickling and scratching which has been forgotten about.

On screen a scene is beginning to form, the characters falling into place. A wicked smile crosses my lips moments before I bite the lower one. My hand is now tickling the upper side of my breasts, circling away, making me writhe in expectation. But I know, the best is worth waiting for. I have both hands now cupping my ample gifts, squeezing at the firmness, pushing them together, but still not touching the nipples. I know I could not resist if they remained there much longer, so I reluctantly let go of my tits, gasping as my nipples brush against my palms.

I let my hands fall down my sides, the next gasp making me sit up, thrusting my chin forward as my nails gently scratched down my waist and hips. My right hand does back to the roller on the mouse, scrolling the story on screen down a page so I can continue my perusal. My left hand is stoking my outer thigh, the smooth skin reacting with goosebumps as my hand trails, serpentines, one cool finger at a time, down to the inside of my knee. Mmm this is one of my favourite places, my pussy swollen and aching as i press my thighs together, squeezing the muscles of my buttocks as I tickled my knee, making the most of each throb, biting my now swollen lower lip as I breath now fast and shallow, my right hand back at my chest, now scratching harder as the characters on screen go into some more strenuous foreplay.

As I read a mouth goes to a large throbbing cock, I slip my first two fingers into my mouth, enjoying the rubbing against my tongue, sucking my fingers, massaging my tongue. I take them out of my mouth, tearing my eyes away from the story for a moment I look at them glisten, and run the tip of my tongue up the inside of my middle finger. Back to the story I go.

It's time for my throbbing nipples to get the treatment they are begging for. With the tip of my middle finger I wet the top of my teat, tiny circles slowly getting larger, now stroking the taut skin of my aureole, then my index and middle finger flicking it from side to side. My left hand is now in my mouth, about to give my other breast me same