Madison got a tattoo.
Now said tattoo haunts me as I try to fall asleep. My sex-starved mind imagines its location. If it had been on her arm, neck, wrist, or legs she would have shown me, or I might have seen a bandage.
Maybe it’s on her ribcage and curves under her breast. I groan remembering how fine her breasts are. I bet it’s some saying or quote that means something to her. I imagine her lying in my bed. As I kiss her, I unfasten and remove her lacy black bra. I trail my lips down her collarbone and around her globes. A I plan to attend to her nipple, I freeze when I glimpse the script. I trace my fingertip over each letter. Madison wriggles as my featherlight touch tickles.
My mind leaps to another option. Perhaps her tattoo is instead a red heart with words upon a scroll woven through it. As I remove her red satin panties, I spy the tattoo low, and I mean low, on her abdomen near her right hip. Her tiny panties kept the treasure hidden. First, I trace the design with my fingers then my tongue while gazing up at her face through my lashes. Her head presses back into the mattress and her back arches in pleasure.
Why didn’t I stay on the phone until she gave in and showed me her new tattoo? At least then I wouldn’t imagine it on every part of her soft skin. The subject of the tattoo isn’t as distracting as its location is for me. My mind constantly fantasizes about Madison before the mention of a tattoo. Now my previous knowledge of her body combined with a mysterious tattoo overload my senses.
I’m never going to fall asleep this way. I contemplate calling her back to find the answers to my tattoo questions. Even if we speak, I’d still be in my current state afterwards.
I decide I must take the matter into my own hands. Literally. I opt for a shower instead of my bed. When steam fills the room, I step inside my glass shower. The hot water immediately caresses every inch of my skin. I imagine the droplets are Madison’s fingertips exploring every part of me.
I squirt a drop of body wash into my palm. Slowly I glide one hand over my erect cock and groan at the sensation. My eyelids close and my head tips back as my second hand joins my first. I tighten my fist working up and down as my right-hand swirls lightly over my crown.
After an hour and a half of fantasizing in my bed and a few pumps of my fist, I’m near the edge. I lower my gaze to my left hand pumping my cock and slam my right hand on the glass wall to balance myself. I lean into my palm, rising to my toes for my final thrust as I growl Madison’s name. Cumming I shudder once, twice, then a final stream of semen spurts onto the glass in front of me.
With both hands pressed on the wall, I attempt to remain standing in the wake of my release. The shower stream pummels my back and water covers every part of me. I allow myself five minutes under the relaxing spray before lathering my entire body and rinsing off.
My mind remains on Madison when I crawl back into bed, but I’m at ease. Sleep sweeps me off to dreams of moving Madison to Chicago, getting engaged, and finally starting our lives together.