We crawled into bed together. It had been a long Friday, hell, it had been a long week, and I was tired, but not ready to sleep. I was feeling the need for some human touch. Work wasn’t the only thing that had made the week seem long. We just hadn’t been able to get in sync because of our schedules. Well, tomorrow was the weekend and tonight there was no rush.

Charlene had been sleeping in a long T-shirt that came about halfway down her thighs. I slept in my shorts. Rolling onto my right side I placed my hand on her tummy and made small circles with the palm. Charlene sighed. “I’ve missed you,” she said and moved my hand up to her right breast.

“Let’s make up for that tonight,” I replied as I massaged her breast, pinching and rolling the hardening nipple through the fabric. She sighed again.

Charlene is a bit on the heavy side. Not fat, but she has some meat on her bones. Broad hips with a relatively narrow waist and 38D fuckable breasts give her a very sexy hourglass figure. Dishwater blonde hair and blue eyes with hazel flecks that sparkle when she smiles makes for a most attractive package. She also enjoys everything sexual that I enjoy, which most women don’t.

I lowered my head to her left breast, sucking and nibbling on the nipple through the fabric, feeling it harden like the other as that area became wet with spit. Her left hand slipped into my shorts and began stroking my cock. Geez, I was so backed up I wanted to hop her right then and rut to climax. I also wanted to take some time and have the fun that we’d both missed out on throughout the week. The latter won.

My hand moved down across her belly, applying the most pressure with the heel. As it moved below her navel her legs spread in anticipation. Down the hand went, across her Venus mound which brought a sharp intake of air to her as her hips lifted to meet it, down the top of her left thigh which brought a faint groan of frustration, past the hem of the t-shirt to her left knee. Lifting my left leg, I pulled hers between mine, then lowered my leg to trap it. Just a touch on her right knee caused that one to move outward as well, fully opening herself to my manipulations. To prolong the luscious agony, I slowly began working the hem of the t-shirt up, first one side, then the other, and back. Little by little it rose until it was almost to her navel. She lifted her hips to allow it to move higher.

After bunching it up just under her breasts, I trailed my fingertips down across her navel, pausing to tease it a few moments, across her neatly trimmed bush, to her slit where they lightly traced the length of the lips, up and down several times. Her hips moved, trying to make my fingers slip into the folds, her breath was becoming ragged, and whimpers were escaping her throat. I could feel her heat and dampness even before I probed into her. Her right hand was massaging her right breast while her left continued to pump my now hard shaft. The wetness on her t-shirt from my sucking her left nipple was huge now.

Using my index and ring fingers, I spread her labia open, holding it like that for a few seconds to tease her, then used my middle fingertip to lightly stroke from vagina to just under her clit, not quite touching either of those prizes. “Oohhh,” she groaned as her head turned from side to side. Looking up I saw her eyes closed, her lips parted and the tip of her tongue just peeking out as if waiting for something to touch it. Her hips were rotating, encouraging me to engage more sensitive spots. Her hand on my cock stopped stroking, but she didn’t ease her grip on it. “You fucking tease.” She sounded frustrated.