I'm publishing it at an ungodly hour of the morning before I get the chance to loose my nerve. So here it is. I will tell you a bed time story to read...later, since you seem to have nodded off. You must be on your laptop. In your big bed with your petite little body lying next to it. As it beeps with my words, it’s not loud enough to wake you tonight. You must be very tired. If I where there I would climb into your bed. No need to undress you or remove the covers, because you sleep without. I just arrived at the airport. I walked over to the check-in desk and showed them my boarding pass and my airline ticket. I checked my luggage and then proceeded to the security area. After I was cleared, I then went to a coffee shop in the airport and bought a coffee and a magazine for the trip. As I was waiting for the announcement to board our plane, I had noticed a lot of attractive women who were traveling alone. Some of them were dressed to kill and I was hoping that I'd be lucky enough. But I know you like them so I have one tucked into my back pocket. I want to show it to you.I have stood outside for a good ten minutes, just looking at you, watching the way your back moves as you breath, the muscles in your arms as you take up a glass of water and sip it. Your face is turned away, and I cannot see your throat as you swallow. You have your sleeves rolled up, and my eyes catch on the only bit of colour on you, a ribbon looped many times around your wrist, bright orange, like. I rub my own clit at the same time, pushing my wet panties aside as my fingers enter my own cunt. Sarah’s got one hand inside her shirt, mashing her boobs, while trying to steady herself on the grass with the other. She’s grunting fast now, so close to orgasm. I can taste a mixture of black currant and pussy juice in my mouth; I lap it up, so delicious. Sarah is humping her pussy into my face. Oh god…“Oh fuck, I’m coming, Annie!” Sarah actually screams.And then she comes, a huge squirt of juice.