It is a slow afternoon around the house, not much going on. I am sitting at my desk surfing the net and thinking about last night. It was the first time with a new lover and my clit is still on the tender side from all of the attention it got. As I sit here thinking about it even more, I get almost as wet as I had been the night before. Something has to be done.
I go upstairs to my bedroom, slide my denim skirt and pink, silk, g-string panties off, and lay down on my bed. I reach into my nightstand drawer and pull out my vibrator and my dildo. I always use both, because I like dual stimulation.
But before I start playing with them, I use my fingers to get myself good and ready. Once I work myself to the point where I am aching for it, I slide the dildo inside of me. Then I move it in and out of me for a little while, just enjoying the feeling of being filled, wishing it were real, fantasizing it was him instead.
Then I turn on my vibrator and gently circle my clit with it. With one hand I slowly and gently move the dildo in and out. With the other I use the vibrator on my clit. My labia are all pink and puffy and my clit is so hard. And I am so wet; I can hear the dildo move in and out.
I start squeezing it with my vaginal walls and begin to moan loudly. My breathing gets ragged, and my body moves on its own. My hips rising to meet every thrust of the dildo and drive my vibrator onto my clit harder. And then suddenly I break and come with a loud whimper. My walls contract, pushing the dildo out, and I collapse on the bed.
I pick the dildo up and lightly taste my own juices on it, and then I wipe it off and put it back in the drawer. I turn the vibrator off and put it away as well, and then just lie there, waiting for my body to come down. I stretch out on the bed, a very satisfied look on my face.
Slowly I pick up my clothes and get dressed again, but I donβt have the energy to go back downstairs. Instead I climb back on the bed. Just then I see him, standing outside of the door to the bedroom. I grin and beckon to him with my finger. He walks towards me slowly; hunger oozing from his very being.
I stretch slowly and get out of bed to stand next to him. Deftly, I slide my hand to his crotch, rubbing him. He pushes against my hand, rubbing his hardness against me. I kiss him firmly as I unzip his pants, sliding my hand in to rub him, skin-on-skin. He groans in pleasure as I wrap my hand around his hard cock and slowly slide it up and down, just touching it enough for him to feel it, teasing him.
My thumb plays with the slit at the top of his head as my tongue dances with his. He thrusts against my hand, pushing against me. He kisses me urgently, and intensely. I trail my fingernails over his skin and pull my hand out of his pants. I undo the button and slide them and his underwear out of the way
Then I stick my hand under my skirt and get it wet with my own juices. He moans at the sight, and the sound, and the smellβ¦