Sharon had been a governess for the Edward family for a little over two years. She was a kind, well educated, petite 37-year-old redhead,, which made her the perfect teacher and governess for the two young Edward children.
She was a virgin, something that had always made her feel ashamed. Sharon had always been a bit of a prude, but she couldn't help but feel like she had missed out on something special.
One night, as she lay in her bed, she couldn't help but think about Edward. He was a handsome widower in his late forties, with salt and pepper hair and a charming smile. Sadly, his wife had been killed by a drunk driver when the youngest child was a year old. Sharon had always found herself drawn to him, wanting to do something to help him through his sadness, but she knew that nothing could ever happen between them. He was her employer, after all, and she was just the help.
But as she lay there, fantasizing about him, she couldn't help but touch herself. She slid her hand down her body, under her nightgown, and found her wet pussy. She began to rub herself, slowly at first, then faster and faster as the pleasure built.
"Oh, Edward," she moaned, as she thought about him watching her, his cock hard in his pants. She imagined him taking her roughly, fucking her hard and fast until she came all over his cock.
She slid her fingers inside herself, imagining that it was Edward's dick, filling her up and making her feel whole. She fucked herself with her fingers, imagining that it was Edward's cock, thrusting in and out of her.
"Oh, god Edward!" she moaned, as she came hard, her pussy contracting around her fingers. She lay there for a moment, panting and sweating, before she finally pulled her hand out from under her nightgown.
She couldn't believe what she had just done. She had just masturbated while thinking about her employer. She felt guilty and ashamed, but she couldn't deny the fact that it had been the hottest thing she had ever done.
She knew that she would never be able to look Edward in the eye again without thinking about what she had just done. She knew that she would never be able to forget the way that she had touched herself, thinking about him.
But she also knew that she would never be able to resist the temptation to do it again. She knew that she would always want Edward, even if she could never have him.
She lay there in her bed, her body still tingling with pleasure, and she couldn't help but think about what she would do next. She knew that she would have to be careful, that she couldn't let anyone find out what she had done. But she also knew that she couldn't resist the temptation to do it again.
She closed her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts of Edward, and she drifted off to sleep, her body still tingling with pleasure. She knew that she would never be able to forget the way that she had touched herself, thinking about him. She knew that she would always want Edward, even if she could never have him.
The next morning, as she went about her duties, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame. She knew that she had done something wrong, something that she could never take back. But she also knew that she couldn't resist the temptation to do it again.
As she went about her day, she couldn't help but think about Edward. She knew that she would never be able to look him in the eye again without thinking about what she had done. But she also knew that she couldn't resist the temptation to do it again.
And so, as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Sharon found herself masturbating more and more, always thinking about Edward, always imagining that it was his dick inside her, filling her up and making her feel whole.
And even though she knew that she could never have him, she couldn't help but hope that one day, somehow, she would. She couldn't help but dream about the day when Edward would finally see her for who she really was, and he would take her in his arms and make her his own.
But for now, she would just have to settle for the memories of the times when she had touched herself, thinking about him, and the pleasure that it had brought her. She would just have to settle for the memories of the times when she had masturbated, thinking about Edward, and the way that it had made her feel.
And so, as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Sharon continued to masturbate, always thinking about Edward, always imagining that it was his dick inside her, filling her up and making her feel whole.
And even though she knew that she could never have him, she couldn't help but hope that one day, somehow, she would. She couldn't help but dream about the day when Edward would finally see her for who she really was, and he would take her in his arms and make her his own.
But for now, she would just have to settle for the memories of the times when she had touched herself, thinking about him, and the pleasure that it had brought her. She would just have to settle for the memories of the times when she had masturbated, imagining him as her lover...maybe even husband.