Damn it, I had been so close... I lay there gasping as the remnants of my dream slipped from my mind. My body was tense, thighs slick and nipples hard. I slapped at the alarm irritably and rolled out of bed, cursing the fact that my husband had left for work hours ago.
Slipping a silk robe over my naked body, I stumbled to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee into the waiting cup. I smiled as I took my first sip. My husband always leaves it ready with cream and sugar just the way I like it. This morning he had added a splash of rum, perfect for a cold autumn day. Taking my coffee with me I headed over to my laptop. Maybe I could cyber for a bit. I logged onto Lush and sighed again, no joy. Not one single one of my friends was online.
I idly stroked my wet pussy as I clicked through a few of the stories in my queue until I found one that had my full attention. As the action in the story heated up I pulled my favorite vibrator out of the desk drawer. Setting it on low I began stroking my shaved pussy, pressing hard against my clit. Circling my opening I let the tension build again within me. Finally I plunged into my wet pussy. Stroking hard and fast I took myself over the edge. Mmmmmmm!
I slumped back into the chair for a few minutes then smiled and scored the story a 5. I finished my coffee as I read my emails and handled the business of the morning the vibrator still in my pussy sending a gentle buzz across my nerves. I showered and used it to bring me to another peak as the water slid over my heated skin. Imagining a lovers hands running over me, a hard cock thrusting into me from behind I bent forward and reached back to finger my ass. I came in a slow wave as my index finger penetrated. Ohhh so sweet!
Satisfied and now full of energy I finished my shower and cleaned my toy. As I put it away I looked at my toy box,
How naughty did I feel? I laughed at myself. The answer was the same as always: Very!
I picked out a silent remote control bullet vibrator and on impulse picked up a butt plug as well. It was a little bigger than I usually liked and I hadn’t really tried it yet. I pressed it into me and inhaled sharply as I stretched around it and it settled into place. I shifted my hips and gasped as it twisted a little within me. I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to keep it in but I was willing to experiment. I slipped the bullet between my puffy outer lips with one end nestled directly over my clit. I pulled on a set of black lace underwear and flicked on the remote to test. Mmm. Yep, it was working! I left it running on low and finished getting ready.
I chose my clothing with care as always. A rust colored knit top with long sleeves and a wide v neck which showcased the tops of my breasts and my collarbones, and a stretchy black skirt that hugged all my assets before flaring out and ending a few inches above my knees. A pair of knee high black leather boots and I was good to go. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror; there is nothing sexier than knowing you look hot.
I got into my car and as I sat down I gasped and braced myself against the steering wheel. The plug pushed even deeper within me and as I squeezed my legs together to find relief and the bullet pressed hard against my clit. I held onto the steering wheel for a minute, then carefully relaxed back into the seat allowing the invasion. I got myself together and headed for the shop.
Parking downtown was hell as always, but I managed to find a space only two blocks away from my dress store. Between the bullet and the plug, there was a little extra swing to my hips as I walked down the street. It felt like every nerve was extra sensitive. I was hyperaware of the beauty of the crisp fall day around me, the whisper of fabric over my skin, the lace of my bra gently rubbing over my stiff nipples. I smiled at the sounds of my boot heels clicking against the slate sidewalks. Life was good!
“Excuse me miss.”
A voice from the sidewalk café I had just passed made me stop and turn. An older black gentleman, maybe in his fifties or early sixties was sitting at one of the tables.
“I hope this doesn’t offend you but I just wanted to say what a pleasure it is to see a beautiful young woman in a dress.”
I smiled broadly at him. “How could I be offended by such a lovely compliment? You just made my day!”
He winked at me and I continued to my shop, still smiling. I always get a ton of compliments when I have toys in. Men, women, total strangers, it doesn’t seem to matter. It’s as though pheromones were rolling off my skin in tangible waves.
I reached my shop door and took a deep breath, preparing for the inevitable. I work in a historic building downtown and I face three flights of stairs. Most days I take them at a jog but today I eyed them, knowing that every step would make its presence known at the most intimate level. I began to climb more slowly than usual. The plug slid out a little with each step upwards, making me clench around it. Then as I mounted the step it pushed back in with a little twist as I lifted the other leg for the next step, a slow deep fuck. The bullet buzzed against my clit, first on one side, then the other.
By the second landing my breathing was coming in gasping little pants. Doing my best not to moan out loud I took the final flight and unlocked my shop with shaking hands. I stumbled inside and locked the door behind me. Making sure I was out of view of any casual shoppers committed enough to climb three flights of stairs, I fell to my knees and slipped one hand under my skirt. I moaned out as I slipped two fingers into my soaking pussy and as I pressed them into my g-spot I came hard.
I came back to awareness of my surroundings as the waves of pleasure faded to find myself slumped on the floor with my panties completely soaked with my slippery juices. I reached for my purse and fumbled until I found the remote for the bullet vibe and turned it off. Ducking into the bathroom I cleaned up, changing to the spare pair of panties I keep on hand for days like this. I took a couple experimental steps, debating whether to leave the plug in or take it out. I had a series of clients coming in so this would be my last chance to decide. Feeling relaxed after my orgasm, and enjoying the delicious feeling of fullness, I decided to leave everything in place. I opened the shop and started my work day.
Several hours later I was relieved to have a break for lunch.