It’s my last thought before sleep claims me again.
Where am I? I wake up rubbing my eyes and take a few moments to reorient myself to my surroundings. I’m in Jeff’s beach house for the 4th of July weekend. Jeff isn’t here, but Jenny is. Jenny, his daughter, who I kissed on the beach yesterday and who just so happens to be the most beautiful woman I have ever met. In fact, just minutes before she dropped her identity bombshell I had made my mind up that I was going to make her mine. That she was made to be mine.
Now I don’t know what the fuck to do.
I sit up and notice that thinking about Jenny has given me a hard on. My head might be telling me I can’t still want her now that I know who she is, but my body clearly has other ideas. My mom always used to say to me, Always trust your heart Alexander. The heart knows what it wants. My heart and my cock are on the same wavelength this morning.
Thinking about Mom sobers me up a little though and with relief my cock subsides. I get up and go to the window, peeping out of the blinds. It’s a bright, beautiful morning. I check the clock to see that it is only six am and decide this would be a really good time to go for a morning run. I’ve always loved to work out, and I know my physique shows that, but in the past year I’ve taken up running in the morning and found it to be a relief on so many levels, not least in burning off excess testosterone. Usually my issue is anger, but not this morning. This morning is sheer, unadulterated lust.
I pull on a t-shirt and shorts and quietly let myself out of the house, trying hard not to think too much about Jenny lying in bed and wonder what she’s wearing, or if she sleeps naked.
I run extra hard, jogging up towards the sand dunes and watching the sun just coming up on the horizon, shining a rose gold shimmer onto the waters of the sea. The road is deserted with not a car in sight, and I breathe in the early morning air and feel invigorated. This is my favorite time of day, for sure.
But I still can’t stop thinking about Jenny. No matter how much I try to settle into a mindful state as I run, her image is in front of my eyes as vividly as though she is in fact in front of me. I know this sudden obsession isn’t going to go away any time soon no matter how much I might need it to.
When I get to the house I’m secretly hoping Jenny will be up and about but there is no sign of her and the house is silent. I go back to my room, strip off my running gear and go into the ensuite for a shower. Of course my treacherous mind goes straight to an image of Jenny, naked in here with me, and I groan in frustration as I soap myself up and feel myself going stiff at the slightest touch. I want her so badly that my balls are throbbing and I need to release.
I start to stroke and squeeze my shaft as the warm water cascades over my body, closing my eyes as I imagine that my touch is hers. I think about those long slender fingers on my cock and groan audibly. I imagine her down on her knees in front of me, taking the bulbous head of my cock between those full, pink lips and sucking on it greedily while I entwine my fingers in her long, dark hair.
I steady myself against the shower wall with one hand as I work my shaft with the other, allowing my mind to run rampant because I know that this fantasy is all that I can allow myself to have. I picture myself burying my head between her legs, inhaling the scent and taste of her pussy and slipping my fingers inside her, gaining access to her most intimate place.
I can feel my come building in my balls, ready to shoot out of my cock and more than anything in the world right now I want to be inside her, to spill my hot seed inside and fill every inch of her with me. Claiming my woman.
The thought is too much and I groan loudly, tipping my head back and shuddering as I orgasm, my hot seed spurting over my hand and not into her body where I want it to be. As I finish I lean against the shower wall, my breath ragged, knowing that I have done nothing to sake my desire for her but have only fed it.