As the laptop sits on your lap, the warmth and small vibrations from it pleasant but not fulfilling, the thoughts of a story to write pondering in your mind, before they begin to rage and develop to more concrete ideas, your legs twitch and without a change the warmth of your laptop is more fulfilling, maybe because it add to the heat you can feel bubbling up between your legs now...
The thoughts getting stronger in her mind, she starts to write her story, excited and eager to see where it leads the story begins. Her introduction is short, she doesn’t want to waste time, and she’s not sure how long before she will have to stop typing. The story goes on and as she starts to describe in more erotic detail, her legs tremble, the laptop wobbles on her thighs and the warmth from it gives her a... ...sweet feeling, similar to if someone blew gently between her legs, she pushes the top of her legs together in resistance to the pleasure sourcing from there, before realising her breath became deeper, the story, for the time beginning to get more intense, when she reads it back later she will be able to tell when she got excited writing it as her descriptions in the story become explicit and wild and ravenous. Becoming uncomfortable just sat there, she moves, adjusting her seating position when a tingle shoots from between her legs; she just felt the wetness of her... ...of her underwear brush against her dry skin above her clit. She shivers, having not realised the situation down below had got to such a stage. The story sidelined briefly, she moves her hand underneath her laptop, not inside her underwear, yet, and just passes her hand over, she sighs, raises her eyebrows, thinks wow before continuing with the story. She’s lost her trail of thought so reads the last few lines, saying to herself, "Ah I remember", a cheeky smile with a glint in her eye as she continue to describe an intimate passionate scene, all the while growing hornier by the second, knowing this story isn't going to be finished this time around. ...she starts to get distracted more and more from the story, struggling to keep her mind focused on her thoughts and turning them to words, growing uncomfortable again, twitchy movements from her hips and legs wondering how long she can resist the temptations, of the warmth radiating from between her legs, the laptop making the tops of her thighs perspirating in anticipation and excitement... She’s not even thinking of the story anymore, ideas running through her mind still, more desires! She falls back, her head tilted back her eyes shut, and she’s so intense, sweat running down her forehead, forcing herself to resist all temptations she feels... ...she longs to be touched, but she’s alone, struggling to resist her urges and desires she removes the laptop from her thighs, setting it down beside her. Then without a conscious thought she opens her legs as if to release the tension and allow the warmth between her legs to chill a little, she falls back eyes closed again, and begins to feel her temptations winning over her resistance... She moves her hand over her top, over her braless but perky breasts, feeling her already hardened nipples, she likes her breasts, enjoys innocent fondles from time to time, but this isn’t innocent, she rubs a finger over and round her left nipple, pinching and pulling it tenderly, before doing it to her right nipple, then simultaneously caressing her breasts and nipples, her right hand wonders... ...down her hot stomach, down her thighs, she pulls up the dress from the bottom, raises her bum, her hands slide up the back of her thighs, she reaches round to her back and eases her underwear over her curvaceous ass to her knees, knowing she can wriggle her underwear to her ankles, feeling it gently glide down her lower leg almost intently smoothly stroking her calf’s, she steps out of them and eases them away from her feet, feeling the wetness of her underwear on her toes, the sensation and the knowledge she made them so wet brings a smile to her face, her eyes still closed, she sits back moving over the already wet patch on the sofa... The bottom of her dress already pulled up, she rubs her finger over her deliciously wet pussy, before pulling her hand away. She witnesses the sticky trail that connects her sticky juices on her finger to the warm source of all the juices, until she moves her fingers too far away, the trail closest to finger runs down to her knuckles whilst the other trail falls to her dress. She wipes her finger round her dry lips, before eagerly enticing her sticky finger into her warm mouth; she sucks her own hot juices from her finger 2 or 3 times wanting as much of it as possible. She can’t resist avoiding her inviting pussy much longer, she leans forward, releasing her dress from under her arse, pulling it up over her head and tossing it aside, she feels the freedom and release as a calm breeze of cool air passes all around her, cooling
her hot body briefly. She leans back, running her finger once more over wet pussy, running it up her stomach and over one of her still erect nipples, running a warm trail of her own juices up her body. She longs for the tongue of a man to follow the trail all the way to a dry mouth and hot tongue, but she must do without, she can only help herself now! She tastes her finger once more, while her other grapples with her breast and teases her nipples. She’s amazed at how wet she is, she has never been so idly wet before, the juices, not just inside her pussy, but adorning the welcoming flaps before it and further around, she begins to feel a tear like trickle roll over and down the bottom of the cheek of her arse, resting on the sofa beneath... She feels covered, yet she knows she isn’t, not like a man can cover her in his hot cum. She loves the taste of her own juices, never realising how sweet, enjoyable and delectable they would be, but she desires a man, to fill a wet dripping pussy, knowing this not possible, she raises her leg against the back of the sofa, one leg aloft, the other flat. She takes her hand, rubs it on the inside of... ...the thigh which lies flat, she knows this is the point she can resist herself any longer. She runs her finger up... ...those welcoming flaps, separating them, as they are sticking due to the glue that is her own juice. Slowly, but briefly entering from the bottom of her pussy to the top and round her puckered clit, without touching it, she circles her clit, being able to feel the pleasure teasingly and nowhere near fully, she glides over her clit, her body shudders and shakes, she knows not to touch that again for a... ...while, she will save that for the best bit, she wants to enjoy being inside herself first. She rubs the opening to her pussy again, pulling herself open. She slides her middle finger in, with ease; this isn’t her first masturbation, nor her last but she has never felt herself so hot before, even with a man, a resistance for so long must have heightened the intensity for her. She is so ready, one... ...finger isn’t close to being enough, she adds another finger and penetrates herself, in and out, feeling inside herself every time, finding new areas to explore, tease and caress, longing for the sensation and stimulation she feels from her clit, her other hand leaves her breast, knowing the sensitivity of her clit from before she is tentative, she rubs her finger gently round her clit again, still penetrating herself below, although firm and deeper, her body tenses as she prepares to touch a clit again. She glides over it, so sensitive her hips thrust up suddenly with her pushing her fingers hard inside, now supported only by her back and her feet, her ass raises from the sofa, she pushes down on her clit, pushing from side to side, round and round, the sensation is different, better, not so tingly or like an electric shock pulsing through her body but a more persistent tremor, she lowers her ass back down to the sofa, feeling the wet patch now underneath her. Although uncomfortable at first the thrill of being in her own juices brings a rye grin to her now blushing face. She removes her finger from her clit, starts penetrating faster, still forceful though, not really thinking or wishing a man there anymore, she knows what she’s doing and that she is definitely enough for her right now, she does want more of a fuller, thicker and more rigid penetration than a fingers give her but, thinking of her dildo, it’s in her room next to her bed, she would have to stop to get it, she doesn’t want that, so she continues with her fingers... ...her other hand free again, she rubs her fingers over the skin glistening at the side of the opening to her pussy, scooping up her warm, and now thicker juices, dripping from here finger she pulls it over her body and to her dry mouth, rubbing her lips first before tasting and sucking the juices from her finger. She wants to taste more, her hand returns to the source of the incredible taste, scooping more juices this time in her greed to taste herself again and again. In her hurried desire to taste herself, she drips her juices from her finger on to her perspirating breasts; her head rises to meet her finger, hoping not to lose anymore. Sucking her finger she decides to leave her juices on her breast, she feels dirty, like when she takes a man’s cum all over her breasts! Still penetrating herself, she starts to writhe around eager to reach her orgasm, gushing with her warm juices already her hips rising and falling, circling, the intensity of her fingering strengthening, harder and faster... Your ass and hips trusting and circling as if a man lay on top of you, wanting him deeper inside of you, knowing your fingers can’t go deeper. you want to rub your clit to bring your orgasm but you want to wait, teasing yourself, enjoying the pleasure of your own body, your own pussy, but unlike before when you resisted for so long, now it’s not possible, gushing over your fingers and hand you want to feel the maximum pleasure. Your perky breasts and hard nipples rocking slowly in a circular motion, not bouncing rigorously as if you were riding a hard cock, but enough to arouse a pleasure that is sexual pleasurable, reminding you of how you look thrusting on a hard cock! Your left hand moves down to your clit, forgetting your previous endeavour you tentatively touch your clit, you jump up, more sensitive than before, like electric shocks pulsing through your body, your hand separates from your pussy, but only briefly, without thought you drive back inside, tensing your body as you firmly rub your clit, your hips grinding and thrusting more vigorously, you know your cumming but not just yet! You continue penetrating, rubbing your clit, harder and faster, more forcefully, your ass rising, circling, grinding and thrusting, if your hand could go deeper it would, you moan in ecstasy, knowing what is about to happen, but like never before... ...one last time you want a taste yourself at almost your peak, your hand that’s been penetrating you for so long, that almost as wet as your pussy itself pulls away, with a slopping sound, your fingers covered in your very thick, very sweet juices, you taste it, never have you tasted anything so pure and the taste, you close your eyes and savour it, pausing for a moment briefly. Your hand moves back down to your pussy, your left hand rubbing your clit, you are shaking ready for the moment now, your right hand rubs your pussy lips, spreading them, you slip two fingers back into your warm pussy, harder and faster than before, your left hand working your clit round and round, You lift your left leg, this time hooking it over the back of the sofa, gripping it, you push up onto your right leg leaning on your back, your ass and hips parted from the wet sofa, your hips thrusting up and down, circling like it’s a man taking you, your moans increasing in volume and regularity, your ass pumps back to the sofa and to your highest point, this is going to be it, up and down in jerking powerful thrusts, your fingers rub your clit hard and fast, you slap it twice, before thrusting your hips high and far, you pause your body stiffens and you just rub, you... ...release your fingers, your pussy wet and eager to cum, just the pressure and pleasure from your clit will bring you through now, you suck your fingers once more eager to taste your ready pussy juices, then a few seconds later you rub and rub your clit, you moan, with your head leaned back, your cumming, it feels good, better than ever before, no man, dildo or anything as done this, only you, your ass falls back into your wet... ...juices on the sofa, your completely relaxed, you want to move, but you cant, you want to clean up, but you like the dirty feeling of your cum covering your thighs, dripping from your pussy, now rolling down over your ass and even your asshole, it’s a weird feeling but you don’t mind, your naked, wet and you just came you don’t care what happens next or about anything else, it was amazing, intense, thrilling, exciting, one thing left to do. You can’t resist, you tasted so good so many times and better with each suck of your warm, wet juice covered finger, and now you want to taste yourself after your maximum, your hand moves slowly down to your pussy, you know your sensitive and almost vulnerable, but you slowly, slide one finger in, you moan as your body tingles, you scoop your juices out, bring your finger up to your mouth and suck, you keep your finger there for a while and fall asleep. You wake several hours later, your finger still in your mouth and the taste on your lips, your thighs and your pussy sticky, your naked ass needs pealing from the sofa because your juices leaked everywhere. Time for a shower... ...or maybe a bath?
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