Dressing Room

The problem? I’m in a public dressing room and knocked a few things over on my way to the floor. How very quaint of me. A smile crosses my lips as I reply to the eternal inevitable question of. “Are you alright?” I confirm that I am indeed a klutz but perfectly okay, and I am once again left alone.

The jingle again. I almost don’t even need to look at it. My body’s pink parts react almost just to the sound of it. Pavlov’s dog comes to mind as the second, more engulfing, mind possessing orgasm hits me. Heat, burn, ache and desire all encircle me swiftly. I have a hard time recovering as my fingertips brush my nipples and feel dampness. There is silence for a moment and I crawl to the bench and climb up to sit down. Aftershocks are almost as awesome as the orgasm itself. They can help me build for the next one, keep me lulled on little waves or help calm me down when it’s over.

During the drive home, my chest feels larger, heavier, and both nipples ache with an engorged feeling that only a woman can know. Finally, I’m alone again at last. I feel sexy, yet dirty, since I am tucked deep inside my clothes where no one can see me getting aroused and wet. Plus it feels weird cumming when I’m wearing tight clothes, like I am hiding it from everyone. It makes me feel slutty and owned.

When I see the first message, and it’s Him, there is an instant leap in my belly, and instant wake up call, a knock on the proverbial door. The warmth starts in my belly and the heat falls straight to my pussy. Every nerve ending is on alert waiting for the few words that will let me cum. He doesn’t let me down. It comes quick and hard with the next message. The whisper, now.

There is a lull until the next message, my mind wanders, thinks of things. My mouth waters when I want to suck and I want dewdrop. My pink parts tingle imagining the cold fingertips that tickle and squeeze.

My mind wanders to the tattoo a few weeks ago. The stinging on the needle is reproducible in my mind like a crop on my nipples and batteries on my wet lips. It was arousing. I thought of uneven pussy lips and her splash on my face when she came. I remember her story and my slick finger encircling my clit softly as I wiggle from the tickles then suck off my finger and cum.

I think of circling his cock head, using only my tongue to swirl dewdrop in a slick path over the tip then plunging the swollen member deep into my waiting hot mouth. I remember cumming just from sucking really well and feeling like my mouth is being used as a pussy.

I tell you this. Now you tell me. Feel it, fucking not sucking, down your throat, all the way to your chest, explode, now! You remind me of your balls slapping my face, urgently hard. I feel used and the build up hits me, fast, no thought, no pause, just high, achingly sweet and powerful.

She is there now. Tickling me, touching me with soft fingertips that tickle like crazy. I gasp for air between waves, all the while building from the tickles. I’m helpless, pinned under you, while she tortures me with tickles, nipples and lips both screaming from her touches. The burn is so sweet between my legs; it’s all I can do to just writhe back and forth under you. I want it to stop, yet I want it to go on forever.

You take pity on me. You flip the tables. I am shaky and breathing raggedly. She says nothing as I sit on her hips, facing her toes. I trail my fingertip up her thighs, parting her legs, as I begin to tickle her uneven pussy lips. She was relentless with me; I intend to return the favor. I slide my fingers around her lips, tickling, and then tugging them, the tickling again. She begs me to stop, I ignore her. I bend and suck her lips into my mouth, reaching to tickle her toes with my now free hands and grin as I feel her moaning and wiggling under my tongue. It doesn’t take her long. She cums in a burst, fast and high, spraying juices into my mouth, as I tantalize her with little licks, fast and light.

She begs more and I stop, feeling satiated and confident. She is recovering and I turn about and kiss her, smiling up at you.