Sara, a Horny Widow, Longing for a Warm Embrace in the Morning Sun, Yearning for a Release.

"Hmm...~"

A soft moan escaped. Felt the warm sunlight on skin, the soft sheets against bare flesh. Pulled the sheet a little higher, a playful peek over my shoulder. A slight blush warmed cheeks.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sara lay sprawled across the bed, a tangle of dark hair cascading across the pillow. The sheets were twisted around her lower body, barely concealing the curve of her hips and the swell of her backside. A single strap of white peeked out from beneath the fabric, a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath.

A small, almost involuntary whimper escaped her lips. Her breath hitched, a tremor running through her body. She shifted slightly, her hips rocking against the mattress, a small pool of moisture beginning to form between her thighs.

Her blue eyes, bright and innocent, darted towards the empty space beside her. A flicker of longing, quickly replaced by a shy smile.