Drunk, alone, and horny. she thought, which in a way summed up how a lot of her weeknights were spent. Her boyfriend's work schedule kept them apart enough that they mostly just saw each other on weekends. With her libido at an all-time high following the three-way she unexpectedly had with her current boyfriend and her ex, Eric, the weekend sex just wasn't seeming like near enough to placate her.
Pulling open the flaps of the box, she was able to see for the first time just what she had blindly thrown her credit card number down for. One by one she removed and studied the items.
The first and largest was a flesh-colored rubbery dildo that looked quite detailed. She removed it from it's packaging and held it in her hand, admiring it's detail. The thing was pretty big! A little larger than her boyfriend, she decided, but not as big as her ex, Eric. The dildo had fairly realistic veins and a pair of balls at the end. On the back, it had a suction cup. Michelle vaguely recalled browsing the online catalog and deciding on this one. The vibrators she owned were all fairly tiny and she tended to use them for "outside" work only. This thing, she figured, would be nice for the shower. She could stick it to the tile wall and have her way with it, maybe in concert with her friend, Mr. Massaging Shower Head.
The size was still a little intimidating though. Taking a real dick like that in the heat of passion was one thing, but shoving a big rubbery dong in her would probably require that she be pretty juiced up beforehand. Plus, she had already taken one shower today. Although I'm sure I'll need another when I return from the pool later.. She thought with a grin. She set the dildo to the side and produced the next item.
It took her a second to realize that the 4" red arrowhead shaped item in her hand actually was a butt-plug. It was slim and tapered at the tip but wider at the base and it had a flared end which she supposed was there to make removing it easy. Wow, She thought. I must have been in a seriously kinky mood the other night!
Michelle had grown to actually enjoy anal sex as she'd gotten older and more experienced. She loved how dirty it felt and the sensation of fullness when she had both of her entrances occupied. Prior to actually being double-penetrated in the three-way the other night she and her boyfriend had been experimenting with such a thing using her little purple vibrator. Now she had a toy designed for that purpose and she couldn't wait to surprise him with it.
A wicked thought came to mind: next time Leman came over she should greet him at the door with the plug already inside of her! He would freak out, but in a good way.
Doing a quick mental inventory, however, she realized that her boyfriend's work schedule probably wouldn't give the two of them time together for a few days yet. She frowned and set the plug to the side, reminding herself to call him later and see if she could push that timetable up a little..
The third and final item she removed from the box confused her even more than the plug had. The package said "Asian Love Balls" and had some Chinese characters that she sarcastically thought that someone at the sex toy design place probably just copied from a take-out box. The clear-plastic package showed two hard plastic purple-colored balls about an inch in diameter. They seemed to be connected by a string and another string loop extended from the end of one of the balls. She'd once heard a girlfriend talk about using "anal beads" before but had never seen them. Was that was these were? Surely not, they were way bigger that what her friend had described and there were only two of them. As she opened the package she noticed it seemed to be almost fighting her, shaking as she split the plastic and the balls fell out on to her bed.
She picked them up and immediately a light went on. The balls were quite heavy for their size and what was more they vibrated when shook, or even touched. Michelle figured that they must have some sort of a counterweight inside because the globes were shuddering and rolling on the palm of her hand with only a little bit of movement.
Just like Ben Wah balls! she realized. Her father once had a pair silver ones in an elaborate wooden box in his study at her parents home. He used them for relaxing by rolling them around his hand on days when he came home from work. Michelle had held them before, thus her association with the toys in her hand, but had honestly never thought of the ones her father owned as something that could be used as a sex toy.
She checked the invoice included in the package and realized that the balls had actually been a free gift included as a bonus with the remainder of the order. At least that explained why she would have ordered something that she had no idea even existed.
For a few moments, Michelle repeatedly shook the heavy plastic balls and marveled at how they would continue to shake on their own long after the initial movement. She realized with a smile that these would probably feel very interesting if she slid them into her vagina and walked around. At least this was a toy she could try out right away..
Michelle looked at the clock and frowned: it was 11 am already and she still hadn't made it out to the pool yet. She had already used up part of her day off sleeping late and masturbating after she finally woke up. If she didn't head out now the community pool might get overrun with kids on summer vacation and she wouldn't be able to get a good spot.
Just looking at the toys and thinking of their possibilities had excited her all over again but she knew she shouldn't waste the day as she really wanted to work on her tan while she had the opportunity. Reluctantly, Michelle set aside her naughty purchases and decided to pick out a bikini so that she could get her day off started once and for all.
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She chose her newest and most favorite swimsuit: It was a light purple string bikini with bolder colored-swirls randomly placed throughout. Standing in front of the mirror , she admired the way the colors on the suit contrasted with her skin tone. She knew she looked great in her new bikini and was again thankful for the hard work she had put in at the gym. She turned and checked out her own ass and the dimples just above on her lower back. The swimsuit wasn't a thong (Michelle thought they were kind of trashy) but it nonetheless was cut to show off her best asset. She was a natural flirt and she thought with a smile that if there were any boys (or retired dads, for that matter) at the pool today they were going to get an eye-full.
Her ever-critical eye still found a few areas of her body that needed improvement as she did the visual examination of herself. Michelle sighed and reflected on how keeping herself fit was getting more and more difficult as she aged. She decided that she might have to look into getting a personal trainer, especially if she planned to make any more sex tapes with her boyfriend, or masturbating with her freaking bedroom window blinds half open as she had earlier!
She packed a bag with her towel, a book, sunscreen in case her tanning started to become burning, and a bottle of water. She also decided to make a thermos of something alcoholic: Why not? It was her day off and she didn't have any plans to drive anywhere later. Examining her liquor cabinet she selected, after some consideration, a simple combination of vodka and diet lemonade. The container was quite large and she didn't think she'd be able to (or should, for that matter) finish it herself, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
After making the drink she returned the vodka bottle to the cabinet. Feeling a little reckless, she picked up a bottle of tequila and poured herself a quick shot. She threw it back quickly and felt its warmth radiating through her body. Turning back to her beach bag and checking to make sure that she now had everything she needed, a wicked thought began to form:
Those love balls. What if I..?
And just like that she was back in her bedroom. She picked up the balls and again marveled at how they twitched and rolled seemingly of their own volition in her hand. She began to grab the bottle of "emergency lube" from the bedside but then realized that it wouldn't be necessary: she was, to her lack of surprise, wet again.
Michelle sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her bikini bottom to the side. Taking care to put the string loop in last she popped the balls into her vagina and allowed herself a moment to get used to the intrusion.
"No one at the pool will suspect a thing." she said aloud to the empty room with a devilish grin. She straightened her bikini and then stood up.
Whoa.
The balls shifted inside of her and immediately she was weak-kneed at the stimulation, which was almost overwhelming in its newness. She started to have second thoughts but the tequila courage that got her to this point told her that she needed to suck it up and go forward with the plan. Walking towards the front room, she grabbed her bag and headed out towards the pool.
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Michelle almost turned around and went back home several times on the walk, and she started to again think that this might have been a bad idea. The Ben-Wah balls shook and shimmied with every step and if she took too fast or too hard of a movement, they would slam together inside of her, making a "chock!" sound she worried others might hear. She tested this out by taking a few purposefully hard steps and listening carefully..
Step.
chock-chock
Step.
chock-chock
She decided that while the sound was audible, it was probably not as noticeable to those around her. Still, she'd still have to be careful. Actually, she thought, what she needed was to be sitting down at the pool, as the motion of the balls inside of her was driving her insane and she needed some relief before she ended up scrapping the pool trip altogether in favor of spending the whole day in bed!
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Michelle reached the gate of the "Home Owner's Association Pool Complex". She lived in an older neighborhood in a house that her father had purchased years ago. Her family had lived there briefly while her parents' current house was being built and she, as Daddy's favorite had been given the home as a starter investment.
The pool itself was showing its age a little. It was a basic rectangular pool with a deep and shallow end. There was a small kiddie-pool down by the shallow end that she always joked must have been about 90% pee. A small diving board was attached to the far end. At one point, the complex had a jacuzzi but it had been closed for "repairs" last summer and had still never reopened, thus it sat covered and dry opposite the kiddie pool.
The place thankfully wasn't as busy as she'd feared and she selected a deck chair over near the deep end as she looked around at the other pool-goers.
There were three or four kids of various ages around screaming as kids always do at pools. Closer to the shallow end a pretty blonde woman was trying in vain to calm them down. Michelle wondered if the woman was actually the mother of the children or if she were simply babysitting for someone else. If the former were true, she thought, then the woman had recovered nicely from childbirth and had kept herself in excellent shape. The blonde was rocking a green bikini that was, if anything, more revealing than her own.
There was an older, pot-belied man sleeping in a chair on the opposite side of the pool, or at least he seemed to be sleeping. Michelle watched him for a second and, sure enough, caught him peeking at her even as he pretended to sleep. Dirty old man. She thought with a smile. The gross old letch clearly wasn't her type, but she always appreciate the attention and affirmation that a good leer brought.
Further down from the older man, close to the shallow end and the small, block building that housed the restrooms, there were two teenaged girls laying out and smoking cigarettes. Michelle pegged them at no more than sixteen and scoffed at the brazen way in which they were trying to appear older by smoking. They were clearly mugging for the young man in the red board shorts who she supposed was the new lifeguard for the pool.
Not that she could blame them, mind you. He was young, certainly younger than Michelle, but probably old enough. (Old enough? Old enough for what exactly Misses Robinson? she reminded herself.) The boy was tall and deeply tanned with a mop of shaggy dark hair. He was muscular in that skinny-way that the cute boys in high school and college were before metabolisms faded and gravity began to take over. He seemed to carry himself with confidence and his manner and looks actually reminded her of an old crush, though she couldn't recall his name.
She again gave a critical eye back to the smoking teens. They looked at her with an "eat shit" look of disapproval as the lifeguard momentarily ignored them and turned to smile at her instead. Michelle smiled back and glanced ruefully at the girls. They had skinny, youthful bodies but she couldn't help but notice that they already seemed to be letting themselves go in the belly-area. She shook her head and mused that this generation just didn't seem to care anymore. In five years they'd both be fat if they didn't work on it now. Somehow that made her smile even more. They'd need to take a cue from someone like herself or the blonde with the kids to realize that looking good after a certain age took hard work.
The entire glance around the pool and it's various occupants had taken seconds, a minute at most. Michelle situated her things and spread her towel on the deck chair. She knew she was lingering, giving the others a view of her body as she prepared to lay down. Finally, she turned and plopped down into the webbing of the chair.
chock-chock
Her eyes grew wide as the balls clacked together and sent another spiral of pleasure into her. She hadn't meant to do that and now she was worried that someone had heard it! Fortunately she needn't have worried as the sound of the kids and the distorted sound of a radio turned up too high for it's speakers provided a covering ambiance. Michelle very carefully opened her thermos and took a drink of the lemonade, looking around again at the pool-goers. The wickedness of having a sex-toy inside of her in front of all these people was somehow as exciting as the sensations themselves.. Smiling as the vibrations in her pussy slowed and then stopped, she lay back and started enjoying the sunshine.
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chock-chock
Michelle shifted her hips on purpose, causing the Ben Wah balls to go into another frenzy inside of her. She had tried to read her book but found it impossible to concentrate on a crime thriller when all she could think about was sex. The balls were a constant presence and she was feeling exceptionally sexy as she lay there. The alcohol from her drink had put her in a very relaxed mood.
She thought of her boyfriend again and decided to make a last-ditch effort to talk him into making the trip over that evening. She knew he'd have to work early the next day and didn't like having to get ready at her house, but she hoped that she could talk him into it with the promise of some kinky porn movie-style sex. Toys were only going to go so far today; she needed a real dick!
She produced her cell phone and called the number. It rang twice and then went to voice mail.
"Hey baby, call me back. I'm hoorrrrrrny." she said quietly in a little girl voice that she knew he liked. She hung up and almost immediately received a text message back from him.
In a meeting. Call you later?
She send a reply text, smiling naughtily to herself and she typed, just wanted to know if you wanted to cum over tonight and fuck your girlfriend in the ass.
The reply came and her face fell as she read it: :-( Sorry. I promised Wayne I'd meet him out tonight. He just got dumped by Crystal and needed a wingman.
She was deeply disappointed. Instead of coming over to fuck his girlfriend he was gonna go play second to his friend at a bar? She tried to not be irrational; Wayne was one of his best friends and the breakup with his longtime girlfriend had apparently been tough. Still, she couldn't help but wonder; did her boyfriend think he had a free pass to fuck other women after they'd done the three-way with Eric? Would he try to hook up with someone? Leman was way better looking than Wayne; he'd be a terrible wing man!
Calming herself down before she started an argument, she texted back: Sucks for you. I'm dripping wet now.
It was a long time before a reply came back. Then, Rain check tomorrow maybe? Sorry. Don't want to let him down. Kind of busy now too :-(
Sigh. She tried.
Sure. Love you babe. You're missing out.
Love you too.
Disappointed, she leaned over to her bag and put the phone away, then grabbed the thermos and righted herself in the chair. She was angry and still a little jealous, and made a note that if things continued this way for too much longer she just might have to give her boyfriend an ultimatum about moving in with her.
chock-chock
Again, the balls clacked together accidentally as she shifted in the chair and Michelle grit her teeth in frustration. As good as they felt, she wasn't so sure that they weren't just pushing her towards a plateau that she wouldn't be able to easily remedy with everyone around. Lost in thought, she didn't see the blonde in the green bikini from earlier approaching.
"Hi. Excuse me but isn't your name Michelle?" The woman asked. Michelle blinked up at her, momentarily losing her in the sun before finding her face again.
"Yeah. How did you know?" She asked. The woman didn't seem immediately familiar, although she could see now that they were about the same age.
"We went to Cloverfield High together. You were a grade below me. I'm Rebecca." She said, extending a hand. Michelle shook it and smiled, while secretly hoping the girl wasn't some jilted fem fatale who was bearing a decade-long grudge for a stolen boyfriend or something.
Rebecca continued: "I'm sure you don't remember me. I was awkward and kind of nerdy back then, but everyone knew you. You were the popular one. God, you haven't changed!"
Michelle smiled at the compliment. "I didn't think I was that popular. I always thought I was kind of an outcast."
She had matured early and had been a very striking girl all throughout High School, yet Michelle had gone through a rebellious period for a few of those years and usually hung out with the stoners and the 'bad-boy' types, much to her father's chagrin.
"Oh please." The woman continued, taking a seat on the chair beside Michelle. "No need to be modest. Everyone knew who you were back then, even in my grade. And relax, you weren't mean to me or anything!"
The kids that Rebecca had been watching continued to run amok and Michelle asked, "So are they all yours?"
"No, thank God, just two of them. The two boys. Josh is the youngest and the older one is Clint. The girls are my neighbor's kids. She had some shopping to do so I offered to watch them today."
Michelle thought that Rebecca looked positively fantastic for someone who'd had two kids. Judging by the age of the tykes she had probably had them when she in her mid 20's. She caught herself admiring the woman. She had a fit, toned body that surely indicated hard work in the gym with the help of some good genetics that allowed for natural curves. Her breasts filled out her bikini nicely and if they were fake it wasn't an obvious job. The blonde didn't even appear to have any obvious stretch marks beyond some faintly visible lines around her hips and abs that were simply lighter than the rest of her tan. Her only concession to the toll of motherhood was apparent on her face, where the slightest evidence of lines could be seen around her eyes. Michelle supposed that if raising two wild children left her with just that, she could count herself quite lucky.
Suddenly aware that she was gonna get caught looking the other woman up like a piece of meat, Michelle offered her the thermos she had brought in order to break the silence.
"What is it?" She asked, taking the metal container in her hand.
"Vodka and diet lemonade. You look like you could use an adult break," said Michelle with a smile.
Rebecca laughed, it was a pretty laugh, but it cracked with a slight sense of something else. Sadness? Exhaustion? Nevertheless, she tipped the container and took and big gulp of the liquid.
"Mmm," she said, wiping her mouth. "Yeah, I definitely needed that. Can't drink too much though or my neighbor will think I'm an unfit mother when she comes to get her daughters! Tell you what, if you don't mind me sitting here I could use some girl-talk. It's been awhile!"
Michelle smiled. "Sure! Go get your towel." She was beginning to like the young mother already. Rebecca stood up and walked away, and without even realizing it, she found herself admiring the shape of the blonde's bikini-clad ass as she walked gracefully away.
Very quickly, before the woman returned with her towel, Michelle imperceptibly shook her hips again, sending another wave of ecstasy through her body.
chock-chock
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Rebecca and Michelle relaxed comfortably by the pool and talked like old friends as the children played and the other pool goers went about their business. The dirty old man had seemed pleased that he could watch both objects of his desire at once now that they were sitting together. She wondered if he'd be content to watch all afternoon or if he would eventually have to go home and relieve himself. The idea should have grossed her out but somehow the thought of the old man having to go jerk off at the sight of her was a little exciting. She found herself playing it up, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she sat and even spreading them open to expose her crotch at times.
It worked, and eventually the old man got up and left the pool area. He shuffled awkwardly out and had his towel bunched up in front of him like he was hiding something.
"Rebecca, look!" Michelle said under her breath. "I think we gave that old guy an erection!" The older woman turned to look and her face soured. "Eww. That's Mister Brady. He lives down the street from me. He likes to stand in his yard watering the grass and staring at all the young moms walking around the neighborhood. He creeps me out."
"Well hey, at least you've still got it." Michelle offered. "Your body looks fantastic."
Something in the way her new friend looked back at her suddenly made Michelle self-conscious that she'd maybe said that a little too enthusiastically. After all, she had continued to check the woman out as they sat together. Her shapely legs, her flat belly. The tightness of her ass when she rolled on to her stomach to tan her back. She had always looked at other women. Sizing them up, comparing them with herself. That was a natural thing for women to do, of course.
But ever since she had agreed to have a threesome with another woman, she had begun to appreciate women in a slightly different manner. There was a curiosity there, one that she knew that she was soon going to have to satisfy to keep her boyfriend happy. She wasn't certain if it was just the alcohol talking but she felt herself getting a little bit of a girl-crush on Rebecca. Here was a woman who hadn't given up after marriage, children, and the creeping of gravity that came with age but instead was fighting tooth and nail to look good and was doing a damn good job.
Still, she'd just met her, and she didn't want to creep her out by looking a little too long at her, even if it was mostly out of respect.
Instead, the woman quickly shrugged off the look without further explanation and smiled back at Michelle. "Well, I was a late-bloomer, so it was college before my body filled out. The kids took a toll but fortunately my ex was willing to pay for plastic surgery to get his old wife back."
Michelle was surprised. "Really? I wouldn't have guessed."
"Oh please. Stretch marks don't just go away. They have lasers for that. The best part though was these."
With that, Rebecca leaned forward and pressed her breasts together with her wrists, popping them prominently before Michelle's eyes.
"I finally got my titties!" she said with satisfaction and smiled. Michelle noticed that Rebecca had a beautiful smile. Her face was dimpled and her cheeks were dusted with freckles. Her blue eyes lit up and for a moment she looked like the cute teenager she would have been many years and two kids ago.
"I never had much there, and I didn't go too big, but those two," she said, motioning to the kids jumping in and out of the shallow end, "They sucked what little I had to begin with flat. It was pretty depressing. But now? Problem solved." She playfully shook her torso and her perfect fake breasts jiggled.
Michelle grinned back at the blonde and tried her best not to stare for too long, all the while thinking, I wonder how they look without the bikini top?
"I also have a personal trainer and I have to work my ass off. It's great though. Having someone help you makes a big difference. And it helps that he's hot," Rebecca said with a giggle.
"You'll have to give me a recommendation then," Michelle said, taking another sip of the vodka drink. "I've been thinking about getting one, and hot works for me!"
"Not that you need one!" Rebecca said, returning the compliment and looking appreciatively at Michelle's own bikini-clad form.