Courtney Latham pulled on her usual black leggings and slipped into her Hoka sneakers, she shook her hair after she pulled on her baggy t-shirt. "Come on, Sailor, you can't miss the bus again! Let's get out the door, bud!"
Sailor's bus pulled away, Courtney could see him sitting down with his school friends. She was grateful for how well he'd adjusted to life without his father Jeff, who'd left them four years ago then left town two years after that. Jeff had never been clear about why, either, which left an agitating burr. As she turned to walk inside she could see her reflection in the glass door to her home: Five feet six inches tall, still-lustrous auburn hair kissing her collarbone, big brown eyes that seemed to shine in the morning sun, full breasts that wouldn't stay concealed under her lightweight hoodie.
She was still beautiful, with toned, almost muscular legs. Not bad for thirty-two, she thought ruefully, too bad there's no one to appreciate it.
Courtney poured her anger and frustration into her work keeping books for a handful of local businesses. Six months after Jeff left town she realized working from home left too much time to ruminate on her failed marriage and how lonely she was, so she ordered gym equipment for their two car garage. Plenty of room since there was only one car now. When she was in the middle of working out, when her body was complaining and her breath was ragged in her lungs, her mind was clear. She didn't like to think of it as blank, but as soothingly blank, as if her mind's eye was looking onto a field of snow at dusk.
Her body transformed over the course of a year, stubborn post-baby weight and flabby arms seemed to melt away under the blazing light of her focus on controlling her food and body. She needed the control, it felt like castle walls against her fear and sexual frustration, a frustration that had become undeniable in the past weeks.
She'd had increasingly sexual dreams. At first they were about Jeff, about the early days of their romance where he couldn't keep his hands off her pert C cup breasts or his mouth off her belly, thighs, hips and sex. She rarely remembered her dreams, but they began sticking with her during her waking hours, distracting her as they aroused her while she was supposed to be working. She found herself daydreaming about how a man's hands grasped her waist, how wet she got from Jeff kissing her neck. How he'd filled her.
The dreams began to change, as Courtney denied herself release during the day. She didn't want to masturbate where Sailor could hear her or when he might walk into her bedroom, which was almost all hours of the day or night. So as she didn't get a release during the day, her dream world became more debauched. Old boyfriends, Jeff's dad, Jeff's brother, the manager from the grocery store, a woman she'd seen in line at Starbucks. Sometimes more than one person at a time; those were the ones that shocked her upon waking. She began having orgasms in her sleep.
Courtney tried her best to concentrate on her work, her son and the many things her household needed to function smoothly. Mostly that worked, but eventually she broke down and began browsing Amazon for a sex toy. She didn't want anything that would make a noise, or that was too big for her rather petite pussy. It wasn't easy to find the right thing, and she didn't want to buy something and have to return it. What a nightmare that would be.
Finally she settled on a small, discreet vibrator and a thick, six inch silicone dildo. It was due to arrive that Friday, so she arranged for Sailor to sleep over at a friend's house until lunchtime Saturday. She spent a few extra minutes in the shower the morning of the day he left, shaving her legs and from just above her clitoris to her ass. Courtney was grateful she wasn't very hairy, grateful she could afford a fresh razor. Her mind was already racing with thoughts about choosing to have the release her body had been having in her sleep, she had to keep her hands off herself towards the end of her shower. Plenty of time for that later, she thought as she smiled to herself.
Courtney had never been into porn, but remembered being very turned on by Jeff talking dirty to her. She searched for audio of men doing that, and was surprised to find hundreds of entries. She settled on one that was highly rated and started playing it, letting the author's rich, deep voice start to affect her. Under the sheets of her bed, her hands began caressing her skin, an indulgent grin spreading across her lovely face as she nestled into her pillows.
She tucked her right foot under her left knee and slightly rolled onto her right side, letting the audio arouse her, feeling her lips part of their own accord for the first time. She loved the time alone with her body almost more than the anticipation of climax. She grasped at her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, waking her body up as the audio got her hotter and hotter. Courtney couldn't decide if she wanted to come right away or edge for a while, hadn't had a dildo in her and was curious about how it would feel as she clenched on it when she came. A dozen thoughts flew across her mind like a flock of doves taking flight. She rolled her nipples in between her thumb and forefinger.
Finally she began trailing the pads of her fingers down her torso, letting them ski down the shallow hillside her ribs made as they met her stomach, lingering at her hips before, finally, gliding by her outer lips as she continued on to her inner thighs. The agonizing ecstasy of denying her now-pulsing pussy made her bite at her lip and moan, soft and low, barely audible over the rich baritone voice telling her what a good girl she was. That's it, tell me what a good girl I am, tell me to get off like a good little slut. She caressed herself, waking up her body and feeling her erogenous zones come to life. The crook of her neck. Her diaphragm. Her thighs. Her fingers. Her breasts, her areolas, her nipples. Her hips and waist. Her sides. Her mind raced with erotic images, knowing she could reach over and fill herself with her new toy whenever she wanted. She began rocking her hips, the need to attend to her cunt grew overwhelming.
At last the man in the audio told her to start touching her soaking sex, and she groaned loudly as her right hand finally caressed her throbbing pussy. Her left hand enveloped her outer and inner lips, her middle finger sliding sinfully between her inner labia as her pointer and ring fingers massaged her outer lips, working in delightful concert to both stroke and massage her vagina. Her clitoris was as hard as she could ever remember it being, she knew if she concentrated on it too much she would come. So she did.
Her left hand went to her mouth and she licked her juices off her fingers as her right hand kneaded her breast, then she put her left hand on her right breast, unconsciously rolling onto her right side, as her right hand began dancing on her joyously erect clit, spinning around it in an almost desperate rush to get her first orgasm out of the way. The audio was timed perfectly - as she began to feel capable of pushing herself over the edge, the man's voice growled, "Now, come. Do it. Give me what I want." She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on her pleasure, on the way her smooth legs felt in her fresh sheets, how full her breasts felt in her hand, the scent of her hair as it lay next to her mouth and nose on the pillowcase. Electricity seemed to flow from her ears to her nipples to her ecstatic button as she felt her body surrender to her ministrations.
Courtney came without concerns or restrictions, for the first time in as long as she could remember. She heard herself groaning out, "Fuuuuck. Fuck yes, oh my god." Talk she'd never allow herself with her son at home. She reveled in giving herself over to the pleasure radiating from her perfectly manipulated clit, giving herself the most fulfilling orgasm she'd had in months. It seemed to pulse through her in rapid lava waves, sending warmth and delight from her pussy to her fingers and toes and back; she could feel herself continuing to come for longer than she ever remembered from previous times she'd masturbated. It was almost exhausting.
Eventually her breathing slowed and she laid back on her back, tasted her come and thought about how to use her new toy. Sucking on it seemed absurd, but she also wanted to warm it up. She'd washed it before getting into bed, so now it was just a matter of how to engage with the six meaty inches of silicon. She decided she would lube it up and run the shaft up and down her lips, sometimes Jeff had teased her like that and she remembered liking it. The lube was room temperature from being out for a few hours, and it felt deliciously debauched to apply it to a sex toy, something that existed only to get her off.
