I have the most beautiful friend. I met her whilst out walking my dog and the moment I caught sight of her fingernails, I was hers – mind and body. She exudes power and I’m really a submissive little girlie underneath the assertive exterior. I’ll give you a for instance: I was in the chemist the other day and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a woman at the counter. She was stunning - full length faux fur coat, blonde hair, well made up, high heels and an attitude. She just oozed dominance; my instant and overwhelming inclination was to drop to my knees and call her Mistress. She caught me looking at her and sort of smirked at me, so superior and haughty. She must get that adoring leer all the time. Just gazing at her, (and having her know I was gazing) made my day. I love it when that happens.
But ordinarily, I am quite an arsey little bitch. And my friend? She is not unselfish, she is not tolerant, she is not a giving woman. But I adore her. I want her so much but she is aloofness personified when it comes to intimacy. She teases me. As long as I don’t try to touch back, she’s safe. But my priority is not safety - I love the danger of adoring her, of finding substitutes for her to relieve myself with.
We spend quite a lot of to together and she knows how I feel; she exploits me and I happily let her. During a conversation one day, she said: "Do a dare for me, will you?" Kiss you? Touch you? On my knees and worship you? Not that. She continued, "I want you to go to the Common. Wear a vibe inside you. Walk for a while and email me when you get home with the details. I expect a lot of detail".
I agreed. Good girl me.
*****
Being told to do this by her was arousing enough. Actually doing it very pleasantly blew my mind.
I have worn love balls whilst out often – they are enjoyable enough but not as kinky, not as easily felt nor as sexy as a vibe. I have also worn a vibe on the outside of my body, laying lengthways against my pussy, from arse to clit and held in place by my clothes. The ridges press against my hole, my clit, my arse. I love that. But never inside me. I have a little silver vibe that I use for my clit usually – it’s the one I had in mind when you suggested I wear one to the Common. But I like width, bulk…I like to feel fullness. So then I was going to use my favourite dildo…purple and veined and scented and beautiful. And very well used. But she didn’t offer me that as an option.
I settled on a small, 4 inch vibe – slightly flared at the base, wide enough to feel good but almost too long. Pink and with a large head, ridged and bumpy and soft to the touch. When I went upstairs to get ready to go out, I put it inside me and the urge to just lie down, bend over, straddle it, fuck with it was irresistible. My cunt sucked that little fucker right in and I didn’t want to take it out. I so love fucking, love ramming that damn thing in hard and fast and slow and steady. So I did. I stood and leaned over the windowsill, reached to grasp it from behind and fucked myself, quickly and urgently. Sometimes, I get lost in the sensation, my body and mind taken over by the joy of it…
It was hard not to put my other hand on my clit, hard to not rub, squeeze, come while I fucked. So hard. I love to do the two together. That feeling of being so full while I circle my fingers, like my whole body is focused, centred there. As if no other part of me exists.
I stopped myself. Left the vibe inside me, put on some tight knickers, pulled them up and squirmed at the sensation of it not fitting flush against my body. The end jutted out about half an inch and when I pulled up my jeans, I put my hand down to feel its rubbery hardness. I tentatively took a few steps around to see how it felt and it was good. Great. It made me walk a bit awkwardly but it wasn’t going anywhere, wasn’t going to fall out and couldn’t be seen if I didn’t pull my jeans up too high or too tightly. And I left the batteries in. Just so I could feel extra nervous about it accidentally switching itself on whilst I was out.
Sitting in the car was almost painful – I had to sort of hover my arse off the seat a little. But it felt wonderful – all my thoughts were concentrated on my pussy and the vibe and the feelings, the wetness, the throbbing. I was very glad it was only a short drive to the Common. And it was fortunate that the driver’s window is broken – had I done as I usually do and wound it down, I would have had some interested looks at junctions - I couldn’t help moaning. For once, I was pleased the seam of my jeans couldn’t press against my clit – I don’t know if I could have stopped myself coming.
(I think I’ll put it inside me again when I write the email to her; to recapture the sensation – I’ll sit down and lean back so it rests there. It’ll feel so good; it’ll be almost uncomfortable, make my clit ache, and send a pulsating up inside my arse. It’ll be switched on and be gently vibrating.)
Once at the Common, I couldn’t decide on where to walk. On the path where there were other people or in the usually deserted woods. I went for the woods first. The dog ran on a bit but I wasn’t really paying her much attention – my mind was overwhelmed by the feeling. I have never been so wet, so soaked and ready and slippery and horny. The fact that this was her idea only increased the sensations.
With every step I took, the vibe slipped rhythmically in and out a tantalisingly tiny amount – just enough for me to be intensely aware of it, to make me quite frantically want fucking. My jeans have no inside pocket and when I was fairly sure I couldn’t be seen, I put my hand in and fingered my clit as I walked. Damn, I couldn’t do that for long. I love to tease myself, bring myself to the brink of orgasm and then stop for a while before beginning again. I could do that for hours. But now, I was finding it hard to control, hard to resist the pull of that incredible, huge, gushing orgasm that I was constantly on the very verge of.
My urge was to go home, to make myself come, to satisfy the longing. A very large part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this. (A part of me still can’t believe I actually did do it.) But just to prolong the agony – and the pleasure – I walked for longer than usual. I went where I knew there were people – good, plain, boring people with no idea that I had inside my cunt this most drenched vibrator, no clue about my aching clit, the shuddering inside me, the silent desperation. I spoke to a man and a woman; on the tip of my tongue was a confession, a revelation…wanting to surprise, disgust, shock and arouse them. But I passed strangled pleasantries instead.
I couldn’t take it any more. Home. Into the lounge. Forgetting about everything except gratification, long waited for, I yanked my jeans and knickers down and (deliberately) oblivious to the uncurtained windows (and the lodger upstairs) lay on the sofa and took hold of the end of the vibe. My muscles had a firm grip on it and I had to pull to get it out a little and then back up. Oh God, the relief to be able to fuck myself, to bang hard and in time to my pounding heartbeat. I am noisy; I groaned and cried out and put my fingers against my clit. It was so slippery that I could barely maintain the pressure. But it took only a minute. Then the build up, the quickening, the rising sense of impending flood, the drowning and quaking and juddering. I was dizzy. And the orgasm: so intense and long and like a thudding throughout me. And then the after-shocks deep inside, making me twitch and yelp and sigh - sensitive yet replete, her name in my mouth and the image of her darting around my mind.
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