Thank You Ch. 2


"No," the voice quickly replied. "He's out with a few friends..he
should be home anytime though. Can I take a mess...,"the young man
started to answer before Lydia anxiously interrupted.

"Ahh..no..that's OK... I'll ahh..try back later," Lydia answered
nervously, hanging up before the word 'later' was even out of her
mouth.

Her heart pounding from definite embarrassment, Lydia sat the phone
back down on the table beside her and sunk back down into bed. "What
in the Hell have I done?"

Switching the lamp off, so that she was once again bathed in near
darkness, Lydia felt her blood pumping through every square inch of
her body as she rested numbly under the dim, flickering white light of
the television at the foot of the bed, desperately wanting to sink
into the mattress and disappear from sight.

"God, you are such a dunce!" Lydia roughly scolded herself, wondering
what Kwame's roommate must be thinking of her for calling at such a
late hour.

"He's not thinking anything," Lydia more rational voice spoke up.
"They're college students..their phones ring off the hook all night."

Noticing that her TV was still on, Lydia fished her hand down beside
her until she was able to wrap her fingers around the remote.
Effortlessly pressing the power off, the room went completely dark as
she realized she was in the same predicament now as she started the
night, aroused and alone.

When Lydia dropped the long, rectangular black remote on the top of
her lap, the thick piece of dark plastic landed right above her
aroused genitalia. A rapid flash of sensation ripped like a shockwave
through Lydia's prone body as the device's light weight seemed to grow
in intensity, pressing down on the part of her, that Lydia simply
couldn't ignore.

Frozen on her back, Lydia allowed the hand held remote to sit on her
lap for a minute or so until she could feel its weight seem to
increase on top of her swollen vagina.

Turning her head to the left, Lydia closed her eyes even tighter.
"You're still warm down there!", a voice from deep within her body
reminded her.

"Just go to sleep... now," Lydia rational voice immediately replied.

When Lydia's left hand drifted down from the top of her body and came
to rest at her side, the remote control drifted down with it. Lydia
could almost hear the eerily real sounds of her pussy yelling, "No...
bring it back," when she removed the rectangular instrument from the
top of her crotch.

Her eyes still closed, Lydia felt as if she was absolving herself from
any wrongdoing or guilt related to what she was contemplating, by not
actually seeing it happen.

When her left hand disappeared under the covers, it was because she
felt a chill on her skin. When her hand brought the remote control
with it under the sheets, it was because Lydia didn't want to lose it
in the covers or roll over the device in the middle of the night and
break it.

When she eased the hand held up onto her lap, it was because she
wanted it close to her so that when she woke up the next morning, she
wouldn't have to grasp and hunt for it to switch on Katie Couric.

What happened next, Lydia Benson had absolutely no excuse for.

* * * * *

Five minutes later, despite the fact that the Benson bedroom was
bathed in complete darkness, the lightshow exploding behind Lydia's
closed eyes sparkled like Independence Day.

If the 41 year old married woman were to have opened her eyes to see
the harrowing sight of her awkward masturbation, she would have seen
the protruding bulge of the television's remote push the bedsheets
above her crotch up, in a tentlike arch.

As the blunt bottom end of the phallic plastic device sneakily traced
the flowering edges of Lydia's vagina, the guiltily lust filled woman
edged the 2 inch wide piece of hard black plastic into her buzzing
pink quim.

Rotating her slim hips in quick circles under the covers, Lydia bit
her bottom lip and grabbed the soft inside of her thigh with her free
hand as she carried through with her desperate stab at relief.

When the textured ridges of the bottom row of small channel buttons
grazed across the burning inner folds of Lydia's pussy, an involuntary
yelp gushed out of her throat as her body corkscrewed under the
covers.

A wave of nonstop visual images flashed inside the darkness of Lydia's
mind as the euphoria of her pent-up sexuality bled to the surface.

Spreading her knees apart under the sheets, Lydia positioned the
embedded remote directly over entrance of her cunt and pushed the
shiny, smooth instrument straight into her now gaping womanhood, as
far as it could go.

"AHHH... MA... GAWWDDDD," Lydia barked huskily, forcing her body to do
things she never thought capable during the light of day.

It had been so long since Lydia had allowed herself the joy of
release, the numbing power her arousal had upon her completely took
her by surprise. Slapping her thighs together like a animal trap being
sprung, the plastic remote jabbed between her vaginal lips was rammed
in to the hilt, causing Lydia's back to launch off the flannel sheets,
leaving her entire body weight supported on her hips and stringy
blonde hair.

"UHH... UHHHH... UUHHHHHHHHH... GGGAAAAWWWDDDDDDD... AAAHHHHHHH,"
Lydia yelped out shamelessly, sounding as if she was floating over the
edge of a waterfall.

Knowing she had the house to herself, Lydia allowed her lust go
completely unchecked as she filled every corner, crack and crevice in
the $300,000 home with the sounds of her unbridled release, screaming
in a high pitched shriek, sounding as if she were a teenage girl
experiencing an orgasm for the very first time.

* * * * *

Blindly pulling the blunt instrument she had used to ravage herself
with free from its oily sheath, Lydia cautiously sat it down on the
nightstand to her left and soon drifted off to sleep from delirious
exhaustion.

"Damn Jefferey... did you ever missed out," Lydia smiled to herself as
sleep overtook her, feeling a little sorry that her husband missed
such a rare and fleeting opportunity.