Aunt Margola’s Embrace

An excerpt from Aunt Margola's Embrace

Kitty spread her legs a little more and slid her moist middle finger down the front of her panties, thru her blond thatch, and into the pink crevice of her pussy. Visions of Brian Westerlake drifted before her, his sleek, muscled form, his wild, wavy hair calling up desires in her that had always suppressed before. Aunt Margola was right. The feeling was exquisite.

The slender girl leaned back on the bed and pushed her panties over her hips, down her thighs to her ankles. She spread her knees wide and stroked herself again, wetter than ever now, imagining Brian naked.

She slipped one foot out of her panties and let them dangle on the end of the other foot over the edge of the bed, the last scrap of clothing on her otherwise naked form. She imagined that Brian was touching her, holding her arms from behind, kissing her neck....

What was that sound? Kitty covered her pussy instinctively, not that that would have made it any less obvious if someone had walked in. She stared at the door. She wished she had locked it. She had a strange feeling....

She felt as tho she were being... watched.