Chapter 2: Sunday Morning - Masturbating Before Church

So now it was the middle of August and the weather was typical for that time of year - hot and muggy. It was Sunday morning and I was concentrating on what to wear to church. One look out my bedroom window and I knew from the clear ski and bright sun it was going to be another scorcher.

While most of our church is air-conditioned, the sanctuary is huge and being built over one hundred years ago, not well insulated so air-conditioning was never installed. They kept lots of fans running, especially on days like today, but all it did was move the hot air around. If I had my druthers, I would just throw on a pair of shorts and a bikini top and stay cool but it WAS church and I was raised that a certain decorum applied. I mean, it’s not like the old days where people wore suits and long dresses, no matter what. But still, our family “dressed up” for church and for me that typically meant a dress or at least a skirt and nice blouse. No shorts, jeans, etc., at least not for services.

My dad was out of town for the weekend which meant no “wakeup call” for me this morning and I was definitely feeling even hornier than usual as a result. It’s funny how you can take something for granted and it’s not until it’s gone that you realize how much it means to you. It felt strange just waking up on my own and getting out of bed without having first taken care of my dad’s needs. I thought about him in his hotel room and wondered if he was jerking off thinking about what he was missing this morning. To be honest, I was hoping he was and that meant he missed me!

Having just gotten out of bed, I was still nude as I stood in front of my closet. Typically I don’t bother putting anything on until I have finished in the bathroom since it was right across the hall from my bedroom. Like, what would be the point to through on a shirt or something just to drop it again a few minutes later?

I started sleeping in the buff back when I was barely twelve. At the time, it was more that I was wanting to act grown-up and be like my parents than anything else. Over time, once I got accustomed to it, it got to the point where even a light negligee felt restrictive when I was in bed. There is just something about the feel of cool sheets against your bare skin that feels good at night. Besides, I’ve never understood the reason for covering yourself up in bed. It’s not like I run around the house nude or anything but when I throw back the covers, the night shirt doesn’t come off until just before I slip between the sheets.

Turning slightly, I looked at myself in the mirror mounted on the closet door and did what every girl does when she sees herself in the mirror - criticize myself! While I certainly am not fat, I can’t claim to have the petite figure of my cousin Kristen. My boobs are finally respectable and perky without any sag but when I compare them to my best friend Beth’s, it’s easy to understand why when we are together the boys always look at her chest first.

My fingers pinched the nipples on both of my breasts and pulled on them before letting go and allowing them to snap back. They tingled a bit and I smiled as they responded, growing harder and more pointed as I toyed with them. While I may not have always had the most spectacular boobs, even in a training bra my nipples have always been extremely sensitive and responsive to even the slightest attention. Just wearing a loose blouse that rubs over my nipples as I move is enough to get them poking out like bullets from my chest.

Reaching down with my right hand, I grabbed my crotch in my palm and pulled my hand upwards, dragging my palm and fingers over my pussy and up to my flat stomach. Hmmm, I definitely needed to shave this morning! Perhaps it was a good thing my dad wasn’t here this morning, the stubble would have been pretty rough on his face had he tried eating me out. Normally I shave every day but sometimes I get lazy. I hate letting it go more than a couple of days or so because then it gets too rough and I end up with an irritated pussy which isn’t too appealing.

The first time I rubbed myself it was intended more as a personal inspection than anything else but as my fingers passed over my clit I was reminded that I hadn’t been fucked yet this morning. Even worse, I knew the odds of that happening today with my dad out of town were pretty remote.

If there is any time of day when I am the most naturally horny, it’s when I first wake up. It’s not unusual for me to wake up and find my pussy is literally dripping, making me wonder what I was dreaming about. Usually I at least masturbate before I even get out of bed although nothing beats waking up with a guy playing with me, maybe even fucking me as I slept, especially if it’s my dad. As my fingers touched my pussy, it started throbbing as if to remind me it hadn’t gotten its usual attention yet.

Sunday school was in less than an hour so I knew I didn’t have time to get back in bed and take care of myself properly. At the same time, if I went to church feeling like this I would be excusing myself to the little girl’s room before Sunday School was half over. Well, it’s not that I don’t do that anyway sometimes, but I still felt this terrible hunger in me that needed to be satisfied. When you’re used to certain things, not having them is something you miss and my pussy was definitely telling me in no uncertain terms that it was missing something this morning! Unfortunately, with my dad out of town it wasn’t going to get what it normally did, but there are ways of dealing with that in a pinch.