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Naughty 1/2
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Subject: Naughty
As the bath ran, I eased myself into the hot water, unfolding and
relaxing until the soft, scented water rose above my breasts and
up to my chin. Languorously I turned the faucets off with my toes,
and let my head fall to rest against the warm tile. "Well," I
sighed, "If I keep this up I'm going to fall asleep and drown."
Rising up reluctantly, I reached for a washcloth. The touch of the
heavy, wet cloth against my thighs, caressing across my breasts
and neck was like a little bit of Valhalla after the day I'd had.
I draped the hot cloth behind my neck to ease the tight muscles
there, letting the water drizzle down between my breasts as I
reached for my imported apricot soap. I turned the bar of soap over
and over in my hands, watching the lather foam stark white against
the slightly blue color of the water and tile, creaming through my
fingers and over my wrists and arms. I ran the lather over myself,
feeling the sensuous weight of each breast heavy in my hands as I
soaped each one in turn, feeling the nipples harden suddenly as a
stray draft of cool air found its way behind the shower curtain.
Unable to resist the temptation, I gently rolled each nipple
between my soapy fingertips, feeling an answering sensation from
the place where my legs met.
However, when I tried to go back to my bathing, my mind continued
to turn to your always-eager cock, and my hand, seemingly of its
own accord, made its way to the warm, soft folds between my thighs,
to seek the source of my pleasure. The warmth of the bath, the
scented water, the exquisite sensation of soapy, frictionless
caresses, all these seemed to have an irresistible momentum that
could not be denied. My head was thrown back, my back arched, and
my breasts heaving with each gasp of air as my fingers continued
tracing their slow circles, building towards an almost agonizing
ecstasy, rising ever nearer to a peak that I was not going to reach
without my lover's hands and lips helping to bring me to orgasm.
Even though I knew I would not find release, my lust would not
allow me to stop.
Almost by instinct, my hand reached out to seize the long shaft of
the pink-handled back brush. My fist closed over its firmness, the
soap causing my hand to slide down its length, the handle jutting
up out of the water like the cock of some sea god hidden beneath
the surface. The next instant, I had the shaft between my legs,
stroking all along my labia, its unyielding hardness teasing the
pouting lips, yet never quite entering the wet, pulsing depths of
my womanhood. I'd had enough of this maddening playing about, and
so I rose up out of the water, and placing the head of the brush
against the bottom of the tub, I straddled it like the handle of
an ancient witch's broom. In the same motion, I began to writhe my
hips along the length of the handle, riding up and down along its
hardness, the movements becoming more and more frenzied with each
fevered stroke. In my mind, it was your hips, bucking against my
own, your hands clutching my tits, hard muscles rippling along his
thighs beneath me. My head was back, my eyes closed, and I was
gasping and crying out in the tumult of my passion, when suddenly
I heard a loud masculine voice shouting, "Hey! What the hell are
you doing?! You're getting the carpet out here soaked! Have you
lost you lost your mind?!" Like a shock of cold water, my room-
mate's voice jarred me back into reality again, and I could see
that my frantic thrashing in the tub had sloshed at least a gallon
of water out onto the floor, where it was running under the door
and onto the carpet. After making hasty and quite embarrassed
apologies to my housemates, and promising at least fifteen times
to fix the mess, I retreated into my room. My face was still
burning, as their smart-ass comments left no doubt in my mind that
they had no doubt in their minds just what it was that I had been
doing in the bathroom. After making repairs, I dragged my suitcases
out of the closet, and began to throw my belongings into them,
feeling that the best thing at this point was speedy flight away
from the wisecracks.
I packed clothes, shoes, and other essentials, then stopped to
consider what I would need in the way of recreational toys. Well,
the first things into the bag were slick stuff and condoms. This
was followed by my collection of latex novelties, ranging from
small vibrators to one really huge dildo whose head was almost the
size of a fist. Into my suitcase also went some items that were
even kinkier, and which would cause considerable comment from some
of my friends if they knew of my rather exotic tastes: these
included a paddle, a whip, leather wrist and ankle restraints, a
gag, and some rope. In addition, I had some new toys... I handled
each one thoughtfully as I packed them away. First was a butterfly
vibrator. Next came a small, narrow vibrator shaped like a "T",
meant to be used for anal stimulation. I thought that the best part
of the new purchases was a set consisting of a pair of six-inch
vibrators, two small, odd-shaped pieces of black leather and an
arrangement of leather belts. This was an "unchastity belt," which
when assembled held the two vibrators firmly fore and aft within
the wearer. The vibrators were so quiet that when they were inside
and running they were undetectable, even in a quiet room: I knew
that last for certain, as I'd tested it by wearing the belt to the
local library. After a few moments' consideration, I decided that
you would be most appreciative if I had it on when you came to get
me at the airport: a quiet word into your ear would start you
speculating and end with him being as hot and bothered as I was
now. I unbelted my bathrobe, and with the unchastity belt in hand,
lay naked on my bed. I was still quite wet from my escapades in the
bathtub, so the hard plastic phalluses slid easily home, and I
moaned as they disappeared within me. I wanted to ride the hard
lengths of the vibrators, but the game from this point on required
that I not be able to either touch my clit nor get to the point of
arousal that would bring me all the way to orgasm, so I sat up,
buckled the belt around my waist, and finished getting dressed: it
might be a while before I found the culmination of the explosion
that I was building, but it was certain to be a fireworks display
that would be memorable. The last thing to do before I left the
house was to place the control for the vibrators in the cleft of
my breasts inside my bra, and to adjust the speed to a tantalizing
tingle that would keep my pussy wet and waiting but never tip me
over the edge of self control. When I got to my destination, I'd
hand the controller to you: these were the high-tech remote
controlled vibrators, and with the control in your pocket, you
would be able to tease me even across a large room, with no one
else the wiser. I managed to get my bags out of the apartment and
into the car without having to listen to too many more obnoxious
comments about the bathtub, and started toward the airport.
Once at the airport, I parked, checked my suitcase, and headed
towards the gate with my carry-on bag full of sex toys to wait for
my flight. It wasn't until I was actually in line for the metal
detector, under the suspicious gaze of the airport security people,
that I realized that the hardware strapped between my legs might
set the machine off. There was simply no way that emptying my
pockets would get me through there if the detector went off, and
what was I going to do, explain to the security guards that I was
wearing a rig that more than violated Texas's archaic sex laws, and
was carrying enough other latex novelties that I could start my own
sex shop? The throbbing of the vibrators didn't help to clarify my
thinking any at all, and even my anxiety couldn't wilt the hard
tight peaks of my nipples, straining against the fabric of my bra.
Suddenly it was my turn to go through. I placed my carry-on bag on
the conveyor belt, and stepped into the archway. Sure enough, the
alarm went off. "Step back behind the line and remove all metal
from your person," droned the guard at the gate in a bored tone of
voice. The woman at the conveyor belt, meanwhile, had stopped its
drive and was peering intently at the contents of my bag in the X-
ray image. One look at the female guard and a part of my mind had
already labelled her as gay, and more than a little butch. She
looked up from her inspection of my bag and met my eyes for a
moment before snapping at the male guard, "Call Rogers up here. I'm
going to have to take this lady to the office." People were
craning their heads around to look at me, no doubt wondering if I
were some kind of mad Moslem terrorist concealing a bomb in my
luggage. "What am I going to say?" I wondered, my face flaming
again for the second time today as the guard led me back to an
office just around the corner, my bag clutched tightly in one hand
with the other firmly holding my arm just above the elbow. All I
could think of was the fact that the S & M stuff was in my luggage,
and what if they pulled my bags off the plane and checked them,
too?
When we entered the office, the guard shut the door behind us and
locked it. Before she could say anything, I was already trying to
stammer out an explanation. She looked at me coolly, an amused
smile playing on her lips as I tried to make some intelligent
excuse. Finally she held up her hand to stop me, and said,
"Alright, alright. That's enough!" Once I had shut up, she
continued, "This is a pretty big collection of some very illegal
items you have here," indicating the carry-on bag. She gave me
another appraising look before slipping a wand-like electronic
device out of a holster by her hip. Never letting her eyes leave
mine, she knelt briefl, and ran the wand over the length of my
body, from toe to head, eliciting a beeping alarm when she passed
my crotch. "And what's this?" she said, pointing with the wand.
"Could be that I'll have to search you to make sure that there's
no explosives hidden there," she said. The tone of her voice and
the sardonic look on her face told me that the search she intended
would never make it into police procedural manuals. "Or maybe you'd
rather I called the city cops instead," she continued when I tried
to protest.
"If you'll let me go, and let me keep my stuff, I'll do whatever
you want," I told her, pretty sure that I had pegged this
thirtyish, handsomely blonde woman exactly. "Now I think we
understand one another," she answered. She came closer and in an
almost casual manner placed her hand against my cunt. From the
amused smile on her face, it was obvious that she could feel the
vibration. "Where's the control for that thing?" she demanded. I
reached up under my shirt and removed it wordlessly. She took it
and began toying with it, and was quickly able to see from my
reaction that it worked, for the increased speed of the humming
vibrators within me caused me to gasp and my eyes to become heavy-
lidded. Her voice startled my eyes back open. "Now strip... all the
way!" I was embarrassed again, but she refused to turn her back or
spare me my blushes. "No, I want to see what you've got there,
little girl. Get on with it! Get those clothes off, now!" I had no
choice but to comply. I felt all of sixteen once I stood there
naked under her unwavering gaze, the black leather of the
unchastity belt riding low on my hips with its strap plunging
between my damp thighs, leaving me feeling very, very exposed.
"Stand here," the guard said, indicating a spot in the middle of
the room. "Head up, I want to see your face, too," she said. While
I stood there on display, she walked around me, eyes roving up and
down my body. With the wand, she indicated that I was to spread my
legs, tapping them again after I had moved to obey, forcing me to
stand with them very wide. Though I did as she demanded, I wondered
how much more embarrassed I would have to be before I died of it.
She walked around behind me, her hand running down between my legs
from that vantage to find the second vibrator. Suddenly her arms
were around me, pinching my nipples gently, causing me to gasp.
"So," she said in a conversational tone while her hands continued
to do maddening things to my nipples, "you like taking it up the
ass." When I made no reply, her tone became a bit angry, "Answer
me, girl!" I hung my head and whispered, "Yes." She tweaked my
nipples, hard enough to hurt. "What was that you said?" I repeated
my answer more loudly. "Yes, what?" she continued, her voice lower
this time. "Yes, I like it up the ass," I told her, my voice
shaking a little. "Tsk, tsk, what a naughty girl," she chided, then
she said, "I want you to lace your fingers and put them behind your
head, and I don't want to see you move a bit until I tell you you
can."
Silently I did as she asked. She walked away from me, and I heard
the zipper being opened on my carry-on. Although I didn't dare to
look around, I could tell that she was extracting each dildo and
vibrator from the bag, examining it, and laying it on the table.
Suddenly I heard a speculative-sounding, "Hmmmmm". "And what do you
use this for?" she asked, walking back around into my field of
vision, carrying a double-ended dildo. It occurred to me that this
was my chance to get out of this situation. "My girlfriend uses it
to make love to me with," I answered, putting some simulated chin-
quivering into my reply. "And do you know how to use it too?" she
asked. "No, ma'am," I answered, "I've always gone down on her
instead." A gleam came into her eyes then, and her smile grew even
more wicked. "Excellent! Then that's what you're going to do for
me." Inwardly I sighed. I'd hoped that if she thought that I was
also a lesbian, she'd let me go without this, but if she was going
to insist, all I could do was to give the best head I knew how to
and hope we got this over with in time for me to make the first
flight after the one I'd already missed.
The guard started to take her own clothes off. I had to stifle any
appreciative comments that I might have made in other
circumstances, for this lady had a truly outstanding body. She was
taller than I was, about 5'10" or 5'11", lightly tanned, well-
muscled but not looking like a weight-lifter, and a true blonde.
Once she was naked, she stood for a moment with her hands on her
hips, letting me enjoy looking at her. "Come here now," she said,
and gestured me nearer. As I came close, I could feel the heat
between our bodies, radiating from skin to skin. Her nipples
hardened against my breasts as she pulled me close and kissed me
with the incredibly sensuous, open-mouthed kiss that only women can
share. "Alright, butch," I thought, "Let's see how much of this
you'll take." I took the initiative, shifting from the deep kissing
to placing little nibbling kisses along her jawline and down her
neck. As I neared her earlobes, I heard her gasp, so I suckled
gently on the lobe a moment before tonguing her ear. That made her
seem to melt against me. I continued kissing, sometimes nibbling
and sometimes flicking the tip of my tongue over her skin as I
kissed, working my way down the arch of her throat, into the hollow
between her collarbones, over the swell of her breasts until
finally I reached her nipples. One I sucked gently, circling its
hard peak with my tongue, while the other I fondled, rolling it
between my fingers as I had my own nipples earlier that day,
eliciting a moan from deep within her. I soon switched my lips to
the other nipple, and then let my hands wander over her sides, down
her flanks and over her legs. My fingertips traced a path to her
knees, then back along the inside surface of her thighs to just
miss touching her clitoris, sweeping gently through her golden hair
above instead. As I repeated this pattern, varying the path of my
fingertips so that every few times my fingers stroked her labia as
if by accident on the return up her body, I could feel her hips
start to move toward my hands, pressing her mound against my
searching fingers ever harder as her arousal deepened.
I wordlessly encouraged her to lay back on top of one of the desks
in the room. Once she was comfortable, I resumed my teasing as
before. Soon she had her legs spread wide, and was arching her back
to meet my hand as I lightly teased her lips, feeling warm dampness
there as my fingers wandered by. On the next pass, I let two
fingers slip inside her hungry, open pussy. Now she was moaning,
and raising her hips off the table to meet hand. I let my lips
leave her nipple and began kissing my way down her belly and thighs
while the fingers I had inside her moist folds stroked her wetness.
I knelt between her legs, and withdrew my fingers from her cunt.
When she opened her eyes, I met her gaze steadily, deliberately
licking her love juices from my fingers as she watched. Then I
gently parted her curls, and bent to fasten my lips upon her
waiting clitoris. She gasped with shock as my lips found the hard
bud, twining her fingers tightly in my hair. She might be going to
open her legs to me, but she was not about to give up all control
over the situation - yet. My lips exposed the head of her sensitive
nodule to my tongue, which I began flickering over it lightly but
very rapidly. Immediately, her body began to quiver, and as I re-
inserted first two fingers, then three into her hot pussy, her back
arched and I could feel the deep shuddering that announces orgasm.
Her body was as taut as a strung bow, and each convulsion of her
inner parts rocked her entire body. held on, one hand wrapped
around a thigh, the other plunging hard and deep inside her as fast
as I could pump in and out. One after another, the orgasms rocketed
through her body. My tongue never paused in its flickering dance
over her clit, and my fingers worked her pussy to a froth until
finally she was still, except for the heaving of her breasts as she
sought air. Her hands laced tightly in my hair relaxed, and she sat
up and pulled me against her for a moment so that I could feel her
heart pounding against my breasts.
Of course, going down on a woman is just about one of the most
arousing things in the world to me, so my heart was beating pretty
hard too by this time, and the vibrators attached to that belt
never gave me a moment's rest. I was definitely on the edge of a
magnificent orgasm, and I was ready for her to put me over that
edge. Much to my surprise, she turned instead and started dressing.
"Aren't you going to return the favor?" I asked, a little
anxiously. "Nope," she answered with a grin. "Your lady's going to
expect you to be all hot and ready when you get to where you're
going, and I'm not going to ruin her fun for her. But I sure hope
she deserves that tongue of yours... and if you ever decide she
doesn't, you come find me up here, I'm in charge of Airport
Security." I groaned inwardly. Maybe if I hadn't let her think I
was a lesbian too, she'd have finished what she'd started...
although if she knew the truth about the stud I had waiting for me,
who could tell, she had seemed dangerous when she'd first seen the
unusual belt I was wearing. All speculation aside, she refused any
further conversation, contenting herself with watching as I got
back into my own clothes and repacked my carry-on. Then she
escorted me to my gate, just in time for the next flight. She
handed me the control to the vibrators, then turned and sauntered
away. I had enough time to duck into the ladies' room, replace the
controller between my breasts and to make sure I looked
presentable. Soon I was on the plane and waiting for takeoff. Thank
the gods that you were waiting for me at the other end of this
flight, because as hot as I was by this time, only your unyielding
cock could fix what ailed me. No woman could do for me what a hard,
hot, throbbing cock could, and you would probably be more than just
amused when I told you what had just transpired. I licked my lips
in anticipation, rather like a cat with cream on its whiskers. Just
wait until I got you alone!
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