The sun peeked through the tiny gap in the curtains, and scored a direct hit on her closed eyelid. It was enough to wake her up, but only just.

It was one of those rare warm late mornings, with no commitments, no rush, and no one else in the house. The phone was off the hook, the cat was outside, and the kids were away at friends. Hubby was working out of town, and the air was filled with laziness, dancing sunshine and sensuality.

The errant ray had woken her from a proper dreamy dream. One of those things where you know it's not real, but you are unwilling to break the spell. She had dreamt she was with her husband, and they were making love in front of the fire. Sheepskin rugs, candles, the whole bit. It was warm there too, in front of the flicker, and he had been about to torture her beautifully with his tongue when she woke.

In her drowsy state, she felt aroused, but not exactly horny. She was as fond of orgasm as the next woman (alright, more) but the process was as important as the outcome. She felt vaguely cheated as she lay there, not wanting to move, not wanting to wake properly, remembering his imagined tongue.

Thinking daydreamily, she realised her right hand was nestled between her legs, as it often was, but that her fingers were just out of reach of her arousal. It wouldn't be breaking the rules to move her hand a little, and she stretched her fingers down and onto her labia, lazily tickling her index and middle fingers up and down, enjoying the feel of the skin, the smoothness of the lips, interrupted by the occasional curly hair. Reaching down a little further, still lazily and without much thought, she encountered much more moisture than she expected. Hot and wet, deep and slippery.

She slowly pushed her finger down inside herself, pretending it went in of its own accord, drawn to the heat. The movement sent shivers up her body, and she withdrew her finger, only to immediately replace the single digit with a group of two.

After fucking her fingers slowly and gently for a few minutes, she was ready for some more direct action. The rest of her body had still not moved, and she wasn't necessarily convinced she was awake. Withdrawing from the hot cave of pleasure, she ran her slippery fingers back up the labia, stopping just before her clitoris, teasing herself with the pause, daring herself to stop.

Circling Ground Zero with her fingers, her muscles would tense and relax, pinging nerves with impatience, but she studiously ignored the signals, and continued to move just outside the target.

She could feel herself becoming wetter and hotter as this went on, and eventually she stopped the distraction, dipped her fingers back in the honey pot for some more assistance, and attacked her clitoris directly, with the end of her index finger. Shuddering with the first touch, she continued unrepentant, working her clitoris expertly with her finger, ever nearing the moment of truth, but drawing it out as long as possible.

Only a few minutes of this could be borne though, and then she could feel the muscles in her vagina clench, ready for the battle, hotter and wetter than before, and her clitoris protruded proudly from it's home, expecting, demanding satisfaction.

With a final wriggle of finger tip on pleasure button, her body exploded. The pain/pleasure impulse seemed to start at her feet, and work its way from all outlying areas to the centre of activity, juddering muscles in time to the music of orgasm, clenching, like a jaw biting, soft hot wet body parts red and swollen from the strain, every muscle reacting, her brain taking a break from reason, and exuding pure pleasure. She screamed then, as always confused between agony and ecstacy, her body alive as only orgasm can manage.

Slowing her small movements again, she tested the resistance of her vagina to her fingers, inserted her index finger carefully again, amazed at the power of the muscles, and the heat. Her body was still pulsing haphazardly in remembrance of its triumph, but the spasms were slowing, her muscles relaxing, her skin cooling again, her eyes closed, sleeping again, content, until the next time.