The way into Bree's sexuality

She woke up with a gasp and flashes of the dream flooded her head. She tried to shake the illusion out and strands of copper flew back and forth around her face. She was awakened with another wild dream. Since her husband’s death, a year ago, she hasn’t been able to have a good night’s sleep. She pushed back the covers and rolled out of bed. She padded into the bathroom with out slippers and a robe. A pale hand reached against the wall and flicked on the lights. She immediately shut her eyes and inhaled sharply. Once her eyes got used to the light, she looked at her self in the same mirror she has been looking at every night, for a year. She saw that same reflection she came to hate. An alabaster face with adumbrate eyes and disheveled hair caused merited sighs. One weak body shuffled to the sink. The faucets turned on with a hiss. Water gushed into thin hands of Bree Van De Kamp. Not feeling as if she was alive anymore, she went through a numb routine of splash and dab. Mindlessly, she reached out, with a bend of her wrist and stiff fingers, the light turned out. She shuffled back, and laid there with an empty heart and empty bed.

*Flash*

A slender hand glided along Bree’s stomach and tugged on the clothing that separated it from that copper treasure.

*Flash*

Bree’s breaths became shallow as her pulse jumped in her throat. Her own hand began traveling down the expanse of her torso.

*Flash*

That same hand disappeared under Bree’s leg, to loop its arm around her leg, and rested on her thigh. Shoulder length blonde hair rested above the apex of her legs.

*Flash*

Bree’s thighs tightened, putting pressure on her clitoris. Her hand inched closer and closer to the source of that delicious throbbing and gasped when her middle finger brushed passed her clitoris. She stroked in circles while her mind replayed an illusion.

*Flash*

Bree’s fingers wrapped around the small hand at her thigh and the others entangled themselves into a nest of golden locks as her hips rocked and bucked.

*Flash*

Bree’s heals dug into the bed and her left hand griped her knee. Her hips pulled off of the bed. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, forehead, and lips with her sweat and saliva. Heat radiated from spots where skin met skin. The undersides of her breast grew slick and the speed of her fingers increased.

*Flash*

Both of Bree’s hands were now entangled in that mass of blonde. She tugged lightly on the blonde’s hair as her own head pushed back into the pillow. Bree began to shake and tremble uncontrollably and the blonde let her ride out the climax.

*Flash*

Bree lay there, on her bed, limply. Her chest expanded and retracted in, almost, asthmatic form. Bree was a completely beautiful mess. She wiped hair and sweat from her face and stripped off her clothes. Only then, was she able to drift of into a dreamless slumber.