All Alone
by Lena
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
That particular night I planned to just sit back and relax. I had a
bottle of wine and it was warm enough I could have left all my clothes
off if I wished. I ended up in an old t-shirt. I might as well have
been naked though, because when I sat down in my easy chair and lay one
leg over the arm, my shirt pulled up almost to my waist, exposing
everything it should have covered. Little did I expect that by the end
of the night the shirt would not be all I would take off.
My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we share with
each other those things of our own we think the other needs or would
enjoy. Sometimes it's eerie the way we know what is on the other's
mind. He must have known I was going to be alone that night because he
had dropped off a VHS tape with a note to call him in the morning to
let him know my reaction.
I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The first time he
brought one over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By the time we finished
watching the movie my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my
pussy was so wet I'm sure my dress was damp where it had fallen between
my legs. I'm also sure Luke knew what I had on my mind. He brought over
others for me after that and I always looked forward to each new movie.
The film I put in the player that night, however, was not what I
anticipated.
This one did not have guys. It was only about girls.
It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim light. Or it
might have ust been my mood. In any case, as I watched the movie, I
gradually realized my breathing had become shallow and I could almost
feel my heart beat beneath my breast. As the women touched each other
and kissed each other and rubbed their breasts against each other, I
became aware of a part of myself only hinted at before. I found myself
wishing I was with them. That it was my skin being stroked; my lips
being kissed. My face became hot and flushed. I looked over my shoulder
as though to see if anyone was there, watching, reading my thoughts.
My shirt became moist with perspiration and as its cloth touched my
nipples they became so sensitive I found my hand moving beneath the
cloth, cupping the soft underside of my breast, my fingers gently
squeezing each to make sure the feeling I was experiencing was really
coming from me.
Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower, began bathing
each
other and as they rubbed the soap on the others bodies I became
aware of my other hand slipping between my own legs, pressing hard
against myself, trying to hold in the response that was beginning to
rise within my body. After soaping thoroughly they began to shave each
others pubic hair. When they finished, they moved to the bedroom to
continue their embraces. As I watched their lovemaking and gazed upon
their newly shaved pink pussies, I experienced my first orgasm. I found
my hand drenched with my own wetness. My breasts ached as I pressed
harder against them with my hand and arm. And when I finished I knew
what I wanted, at that moment, more than anything else; and I knew the
evening would not be completed until I had been satisfied.
I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene, turned the TV
and recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I lit some candles,
saved in the bathroom for special nights, turned off all the other
lights and filled the
tub with water, scenting it with a soothing bath
oil Luke had given me. The t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm
water and felt its gentle caress. As I lay in the water remembering
the scenes of the shower and recalling the vision of the newly bared
mons and lips, my body took on a new sensitivity. Each nerve seemed
more alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it used my own hand to
stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own pubic hair.
I have never had very much and what is there is sparse and soft.
Because of the blond color, it seems almost invisible. But that would
not be enough. I knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied
and as the razor glided across my skin, the threatened sharpness
brought a new awareness within the delicate tissue. Sensuality was
joined by a veiled perception of fear. Starting at the top and then
moving down and back, I paid special attention to the small fine hairs
around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below the vagina and
around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay back in the water,
my eyes closed, and ran my fingers across the now smoothed pussy
confirming that indeed all its hair was gone.
I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I moved to the
bedroom and toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed lotion was obtained
from the dresser and I returned to the TV room, this time without the
t-shirt. A record of gentle music was selected and placed on the
player. The TV and video were started but without sound as I realized
the only words I wanted to hear would be my own thoughts. As the scenes
repeated, I applied the lotion. First across my chest and then cupping
each breast with one hand, I began to stroke the upper sensitive skin
with the other, moving closer with each caress to the areola and
nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of the lotion to the
surrounding pink areas, my nipples and the small papilla around them
began to project out. But they were not hard. Instead they had taken on
a softness and sensitivity I had not experienced before. I had to stop.
As the women on the screen made love to each other I realized the only
way I could join them would be within my mind and the TV images had
become a barrier instead of a door to fulfilling my fantasy.
I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom. Laying on the bed,
in the darkness, I became aware of my body in a new way; almost as
though it had an existence of its own. My hand returned to my breasts
and I found them even more sensitive than before. I grasped the nipples
between my fingers, gently pulling and twisting. A breath of warm air
blew across my naked body. A soft ache entered my pelvis. My hand move
down my abdomen. Slowly the tips of my fingers began to brush across
the newly shaved mons. A moan escaped from me. It was like a voice from
another area of my mind, an echo from another existence. I continued
down to my labia, along the sides and then between. But now I didn't
need a lotion. The juice from my pussy was flooding and as I caressed
my newly smoothed softness I found there was nothing to compare with my
own silky cream. My fingers found their way to my mouth allowing my
tongue to taste and lick the passion from their tips. As they returned
to my pussy, I felt a strange and freighting feeling begin to rise
within my body. The palm of my hand pressed against my clitoris as my
fingers slipped between my lips and into the depths of my vagina. I
began to massage the soft ridges within me. My legs came back as the
other hand sought my now swollen lips and clitoris.
My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between slow and fast
became meaningless as I began to lose control. The feeling within my
pelvis had taken over. My heart ached from its pounding and I had to
gasp for air because I forgot to breathe. Two, three, then four of my
fingers found their way into my pussy as it pleaded for more.
Perspiration covered me. A musky odor mixed with the smell of perfume
and my own body became a stimulant to my senses as my mind exploded
with sensations. Then, within me, I felt the inner ridges of my vagina
smoothed out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same time, the
outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy,
trying to prevent any escape. I heard a scream and realized it was my
own. Juices poured from me as I began to rub and spread them over my
body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I put some on my nipples, pushed my
breast towards my mouth and used my tongue to lick it off. My hands
caressed every part of my body. I was insane with a rapture of
sexuality. My orgasm had taken complete control of my mind and body. I
was its prisoner, it was my lover and I responded in any way it
demanded.
I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the fog of sensuality
was replaced with an overwhelming need for sleep. As I fell into a
deep sleep, I thought of Luke and how I was going to explain my
response to his movie. I also wondered if there was anyone else I could
share it with.
Good night and sleep tight.
Lena
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