My Washington trip

My flight got delayed in Washington. I was stuck for days. Then I stopped feeling sorry for myself. I started walking the city instead, mile after mile. Blond hair, short skirt, the kind of ass that makes men turn their heads. Every step made my hips sway, and I liked the attention. Sun on my legs. Tight little top clinging to my tits. I felt young, alive, and dangerously horny. Back in my room, I shut the door and stripped. Naked in front of the mirror, I touched myself slowly at first. My fingers slid down my stomach, found my smooth pussy, and opened it. I watched my reflection, watched those fingers disappear inside me. The bed called. I climbed on, ass up, knees apart. Still dripping. I reached back, rubbed my clit, slid two fingers deep. My ass cheeks shook when I started fucking myself faster. Harder. I moaned into the sheets. Came with my face buried and my ass in the air, legs trembling. The city could wait. I had everything I needed right here.