Written by: Dragon Girl
It had been such a long day I was relieved to be putting the key in the door and finally getting home. A session at the gym was not, in hindsight, the ideal way of rounding off a busy day at work, but I felt elated nonetheless with the effort and energy. And the evening was all mine. Husband and kids away for the night, I could afford to take my time and relax. Even better, the quick meal I’d grabbed on my way back left me with little or nothing to do except slob out in front of the TV.
Throwing my bags in the corner of the front room, I strolled into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured myself a glass. The cold, dry taste delighted my mouth ~ I took a long draught and refilled it. The crisp cleanliness of the wine reminded me I hadn’t bothered to shower after gym so, glass in hand, I climbed the stairs and turned into the bathroom. Why not a bath instead, since I was in no rush? Tuning on the taps, I added a good slosh of bubble bath and placed the wine glass on the side.
Leaving the water to splash and foam, spirals of steam lifting from its surface, I wandered to the bedroom. The last fingers of a beautiful summer’s daylight were fading over the distant hills as I closed the curtains and turned toward the bed. Mind focused on nothing in particular I took off my jacket and began to unfasten my blouse. When it slid from my shoulders I let it drop to the floor and unzipped and unfastened my neat grey skirt, the zip curving in a smooth arc around my hips. It joined the blouse in a pile. I raised my arms high above my head and stretched against the weariness of the day. My earlier dutiful exertions had left a warm glow still beneath my skin that was echoed in the mental soft focus.
Reaching up, I unhooked the front of my bra and went to take it off, but then, for a moment, paused. The straps strained against me yet for some reason I held the unfastened ends together still. Deliberately I brought my hands apart and forward, slowly exposing my breasts as if in a striptease. A thrill shot through me, though I couldn’t think where the idea had come from. My naked breasts hung before me, large and heavy, nipples oval, dark and irregular. I weighed them for a moment in my hands, turning from side to side as if displaying my best profile. A thrill like the last coursed through them as I ran my thumbs across each nipple. For a moment I cupped them and squeezed. Shaking my head in puzzlement, I bent to pick up my clothes and throw them on the bed. As I did so, I was aware of the g~string I’d worn beneath my leotard pressing my perineum. Everything I was doing seemed strangely ~ almost erotically ~ charged, though why was unclear. Still in my panties, I walked into the bathroom to check my bath.
Sliding through the bubbles and into the tingling hot water, I felt the cares of the day start to fade. Gingerly I laid back, needles of heat pricking my skin all over. I let the water engulf my face and dwelt for a time submerged, then, with a gasp, I sat up and rested recumbent against the back of the bath. The sensual, sexy sensations were still with me, and enjoying them was clearly the best idea. A sip of ice~cold wine went to my head straight away. I finished the glass in one. Taking hold of a sponge I began to wash, running it gently over my legs and arms and across my shoulders and neck. Below my chin, I squeezed warm water from the sponge, allowing it to cascade down my cleavage and over and around my breasts. For some time I lazily washed arms and legs again and again, steam from the bath enveloping me in an unworldly mist. My skin felt alive and so sensitive that each caress moved me further into dreamland. The sponge developed a mind of its own, moving over my sides and up and down my inner thigh.
Massaging steadily, the sponge slid on a layer of soapy bubbles, arousing me with slippery strokes that spiraled round and upward to my nipple. At that peak I pushed down, seemingly to crush the swelling that rose beneath. Though time and breastfeeding had taken their tolls on the curvature of my breasts, they were as large as ever and still maintained a firm enough texture to be proud of. With the same even downward force I moved around my chest so each was molded ~ quivering and slithering in the foam ~ first away from and then toward its twin. My nipples thrust out and my pelvis ached as the sponge ran side~to~side, breasts dancing and circling round and beneath it. Finally I drew it down my belly and clamped it unmoving between my legs.
Uncontrollably my back arched and my pelvis thrust forward. So acute was the feeling I pressed down and lifted up more until my buttocks and back rose and only my shoulders and feet touched the bath. Water tumbled from me in a cascading waterfall while I held the position for second after second. My cunt felt hard and erect and I became aware of comforting moist warmth forming inside. I knew I was desperate for a fuck. Sponge still held in my left hand, my right squirreled itself underneath and sought my pussy. The tips of my fingers found my clit at once and began to wander across it, gradually focusing and gaining purpose, splashing the water around them. A desperate dull pain began between my legs and the pressure from the sponge only heightened it. My fingers worked busily to help it away, yet on their own they just weren’t enough.
Tousle haired and wrapped in a thick soft towel I returned to the bedroom; flicking clothes to the floor so I could lie on my back in the middle of the bed, eyes closed. Though I’d taken the time to towel my hair and dry myself off in the bathroom, my desire was unchanged. Maybe my nipples had returned to normal size, but my pussy was still wet and my clit would spring to life in a moment. Opening my towel I exposed myself naked on the bed, breasts spilling to either side.
It had been, I realized, when I undid my bra that I’d first got a little turned on. Now the exposure of my whole body magnified that feeling ever more. In a spirit of sheer shamelessness, I lifted my knees and parted my legs. My downy russet~colored pubic hair framed the swollen lips of my cunt. Anyone walking in through the door now would get an incredible view of me. What a welcome home that would be for Steve. The thought of my husband miles away brought home to me that all this arousal was not going to be shared. I felt a little sad and yearned for his touch and his body, a yearning that heightened further the deep void I sensed in my pelvis. Still, I wasn’t going to let all these hormones go to waste. My mind conjured him walking through the door and the sight that would greet him. Maybe he’d like this even better, as I rolled onto my front and knelt on all fours. The first thing he’d see would be my arsehole and pussy presented ready for him to fill. If only he could walk in now and ram it up inside myself.
The vibrator was warm and firm, yet yielding in my grasp. Whoever made it had clearly done their best to create a feel as lifelike as possible; yet it still had a synthetic touch to it. Its outrageous blue color didn’t help with the realism, but who cared about that now; there was work to do. Rolling onto my back, I settled down, propped up against the pillows, welcoming that friend of many a solitary night on the road.
In my current aroused state, just the feel of a dick~like object in my hand was good. It reminded me of all those times I’d held Steve’s. My fingers played lightly up and down it for a second before I found myself wanking it in my right hand. The realism of its shape made this such an evocative experience I held its base in a tight squeeze and began to suck its tip, gradually pulling more and more between my lips. Eyes closed, I remembered how I’d take Steve in my mouth to suck him off. I could almost taste him, and sense his moans and the pulsing of his pelvis pushing it deeper in as I’d tease the tip with my tongue or push back his foreskin with my lips. This trick would leave his glans exposed for licking or to suck hard so it swelled larger, allowing my tongue to probe at the opening as if to enter, convulsing him almost in pain. Then I could toss him back and forth with its length diving in and out. Sometimes I’d draw in half way and then wank the rest with my hand. Greedily I’d feed on it, all the way.
The tip of the vibrator pressed further across the roof of my mouth and I sucked it with all the force I could. Deeper in I took it, drawing circles round with my tongue before it emerged again, glistening and lubricated. I turned the black switch at its base and felt it spring into life.
First point of call was again to my tits. I ran the glans glistening around my nipples in tight circles, flicking it now and then across their raised center. Once or twice I stabbed it a touch deeper so the buzzing sensations penetrated its tissue. In little time, however, I drew it in a line across my stomach to my pubic hair. Hardly pausing to tease as I usually would, I placed it at my clitoris and felt the wonderful vibrations hit its enlarged shaft. At once my pelvis rose and fell in a fucking rhythm against it. I began to draw around my clit and down across my inflamed labia, moist with readiness. My pre~orgasmic plateau had been reached in an instant. But tonight I was determined to do it like never before.
Wet with desire now, I placed it at the very mouth of my cunt and savored the feelings. Then, slowly, inch by glorious inch, I inserted it, pulsing, until the knobbled rounded base pressed against my perineum.
Two fantasies at once assailed me. In one it wasn’t my vibrator, but Steve’s cock that was penetrating, parting my lips and invading my deepest, sweetest private place. He would be pumping away inside with his solid sweaty body crushing down on me. His hands and lips would be all over my tits, roughly molesting them and soaking me in saliva. I could hear his cries and feel the tension in the muscles beneath his skin. In the other he would walk in the door to catch me, as I now was, dildo in hand, wanking for all I was worth. I felt shameful to contemplate the latter, lights on, on my back, legs apart, bringing myself off, yet I knew how it would turn him on. Maybe he’d wank himself too as he looked.
The fantasizes moved on in tandem. Perhaps he’d be fucking me from behind, my pussy drawing his dick deep in. Or maybe he’d find me ready for him the way I’d been just before. Rolling over I knelt on all fours and deliberately directed my arse to the door. What would he think if he came in now and saw this? My hand guided the vibrator its full length inside and left it there, only the base visible below my exposed arsehole. Hidden within, its action set my cunt alive and I fixed it firmly with the walls of my pussy. Tightening repeatedly I fell over onto my back once more. My labia were filled with blood and wet with juices seeping from inside. Their lubrication allowed the dildo to slip in a frictionless motion. I held it in my fingertips and eased it out and in to the accompaniment of damp sucking sounds. As I fucked myself I grasped it more firmly and circled my hand to gyrate as it penetrated. The flexible shaft made this a sensational technique while it hummed merrily, filling my whole pelvis with fire.
Much as I’d promised I’d tease myself, I knew when the orgasm came I’d just give in. Even so, I managed to pull the vibrator away one last time and probed it down between my legs and buttocks. Clamping my thighs tight together I held it secure against my cunt, the whole trembling extent of it thrilling my lips. The end reached down to my perineum, so a little push forward on its base made it press yet harder there, tip fizzing at my arsehole. Every inch of me was throbbing and aching; I’d never felt like this before. My pelvis was alive and bursting while my clitoris seemed to grow and expand. My cunt felt like a great void and the margins of my anus began to clench. Fluid from within me had soaked all around and was almost running down to the bed. Unable to help myself I began to cry out “Oh, oh, oh, uh, oh”. I gritted my teeth as the climax built more and more. My hand ran over my breast and began to squeeze my nipple ~ scissoring between my fingers. Pulling upwards I drew the nipple out and pinched it hard.
The climax came as an exploding bolt of lightening which rained wave after wave of shattering pulses through me. I gasped in pain and drew a huge breath in, then let it out in a prolonged moan against the tensed muscles of my chest. My right hand grabbed my breast and flattened it to me before digging my fingertips in so hard I could sense the hurt even above my delight. Meanwhile my left held the vibrator unmoving as I felt another orgasm arrive “Ah, ah, ah” I gasped, sucking in rapid breaths between each moan. Another one, another, another. God only knows how many flooded over me. The bucking of my pelvis lifted my cunt onto the vibrator and it burrowed up. I had reached a level of emotion where peaks and troughs became the same. Writhing and thrashing on the bed, hands to breasts and blue synthetic dick, I burst in wonderful, shuddering joy.
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