as she wandered up from the lake to the clothes line with her wet towel and bikini in hand she wondered how it was possible that water so cold could be so invigorating… no matter.
while she hung her things on the line she admired the old school clothes pegs, so stiff and tight, not like those ones today that barely held together in a gentle breeze. she noticed, as she finished, that there were two more than were needed right that second and she dropped the spares into her pocket for later.
not, mind you, before she had tested each of them for tightness and grip and exchanged the spares for the stiffest ones on the line.
she wondered as she looked in to the house if they had noticed her try all the pegs, if they wondered at all what she might be doing. doubtful, they seemed engrossed by their post dinner cleanup and she might have been invisibile for all of the notice that they appeared to be taking.
she wandered casually toward the bathroom, happy that they were all chattering together and paying no attention to her. she decided to both set the pegs and change into clothing that would allow her to wear them for some time to come.
in the bathroom she urinated quickly and then reached down to clip her tender folds before she stood and replaced her pants. a shaft of pain rewarded her and she gasped and twitched and then adjusted the peg somewhat to dull the pain enough that she could move.
entering her guest bedroom she removed her clothing without securing the curtains against the man next door and quickly clipped the remaining peg to her nipple. another gasp, another readjustment and she stood, pain and pleasure coursing through her equally, contemplating her wardrobe for the evening.
there, those pants because they hung just low enough that they could fondle the peg as she wished. reaching down she tapped the peg in question a few times, her reward tingles of pain and pleasure radiating through her core.
she gasped as she bent to retrieve them, captured nipple reminding her of it’s presence. she paused a moment to tap it’s peg a few times and again delicious pain radiated from it.
she stood, quivering, for a moment and then in one fluid motion she had a loose sweat shirt on. not sexy but certainly good for covering as long as she stayed outside.
she reached down and waved the fabric over her engorged nipple, blood rushing to the tip and unable to leave as it swelled inside the peg. each brush of her shirt sent another frisson through her and she swayed a little on her feet.
wondering she walked a small circle in place, each step jiggling the peg attached to her nether folds and pinching her clitoris. the pain was exquisite.
exquisite yes, but clearly too painful for her to walk with.
biting her lip she wavered a little, playing with her pants as she thought and then, decided, she reached down and unclipped the peg and in one quick motion attached it to her other nipple.
she was lucky they were in the other end of the house, gasps like that would get her caught if she wasn’t careful.
the blood rushing back to her button had her utterly forgetting the open curtains, her well lit room, and the neighbouring cottage not forty feet away. she fell back onto the bed and pushed her pants down over her hips simultaneously.
anyone outside would see a woman, clothes pegs attached to her nipples, back arched on the bed, feet flat on the floor and glistening folds opening for anyone to see as her body rushed lubrication to her nether regions.
quickly she reached down and gave herself some quick and thrusting friction with two of her fingers as her other hand opened and released the pegs on her nipples.
she moaned, legs opening wider, imaginary (or real?) neighbour with his hand in his pants now, standing in his darkened basement and stroking himself as he watched her.
her breath coming in pants now as she alternately released and recaptured her tortured nipples, pain and pleasure line blurring as she again released a nipple only to recapture her labia and clitoris.
she almost howled at the sensation, only her bare awareness of her hosts in the other room keeping her to small moans and wildly gyrating pelvis.
ignoring her mons for the moment she tweaked and teased her newly released nipple, little shocks running through her core as she did so, juice dripping from her cunt down to her asshole and on to the bed.
quickly she released her clitoris again, clipping her ever more sensitized nipple with the slippery peg. her hand, back between her legs now, rubbing and stroking and circling harder and faster as she bucked on the bed, imaginary neighbour coming all over her face now as he shot and shot, liquid dripping onto her breasts as she moaned again and gave a small cry.
faster and faster went her hand against her mons, the one with the pegs torturing her nipples until she couldn’t tell pain from pleasure and her body was filled with tremors and tingles, shock waves beginning deep in her center as her imaginary audience gasped and pressed his overheated face to the window.
widening her legs further she added another finger and was merciless with her clitoris, running it hard and fast until with one solid thrust her pelvis ground into the bed and her whole body erupted into wave after wave of glorious pleasure.
pleasure tainted and increased by the pain in her nipples as her other hand continued moving the pegs a little bit each time.
dazed she lay a moment, stunned to realise that the whole event had taken no more than a few minutes and that her arousal was returning already.
leaving the pegs by the bed for later she left the room and it’s rank odor of incredibly aroused female and went out to rejoin her companions.
