i take out the oil as i prepare myself while lounging naked on my bed with something playing on the screen. i already know where i’m going with this and i have set myself a challenge: i wish to get myself aroused enough to take johnny without touching my clitoris.
idly i watch the show playing on the monitor but my attention is on my hands as they become saturated with oil from stroking it into my thirsty skin. it is amazing how fast these little moments of decadence become necessities in our lives. my discovery of oil over skin cream is fresh but permanent and i am delighted.
lovingly i lavish attention on my toes and feet, adding oil to the places that need it and making certain not to miss a millimetre as i rub moisture into my skin. i drip oil up the side of my calf and then stroke it in as i let the show i’m watching pass through my brain. my senses feast on the warmth of the room and the smoothness of my skin as it soaks the oil in like sunlight.
there is a texture that skin gets when it has been well loved that is somewhat indescribeable unless one loves pedicures or ridiculous amounts of skin care in a single afternoon. somehow smooth and sleek and gloriously responsive.
pampered skin loves to be stroked the way shaved heads live to be rubbed, the glow draws you in and seduces you before you even really realise that’s happening.
eventually i am stroking oil into the creases at the base of my bottom and the grooves framing my well trimmed pubic hair. the oil soaks easily into the relatively untouched skin and leaves it glowing in the dim light of the room. i follow the grooves up to my stomach and navel and shiver at my own touch.
i stop, arrested, and stroke my fingertips over my hip and belly as lightly as i can still feel. i am teasing my own ticklish response and hoping that someday it won’t tickle when someone else touches me just like this. i suspect it has to do with easing the skin into it with much oiled rubbing.
any man i choose to have in my bed would consider that to be great fun for both of us, and he’d be right; which is why i hope to someday overcome my tickle reflex.
my oiled hands are travelling along my breasts now and following the gentle creases beneath them before stopping to fondle my nipples. my hands have taken over now, i am simply enjoying the sensations they arouse.
little pulses of heat hit my center even as i continue up my chest and along my arms. even the creases of my elbows are lavished with attention as i wait impatiently for the program to finish.
wait and stroke.
finding the creases at my hip and the base of my buttock. flirting with the tickle reflex on my belly. tracing the line at the bottoms of my breasts before sliding up to fondle a nipple.
i am restless now, body moving on the soft sheets even as the show on the screen winds down to it’s inevitable climax. i continue running one hand along my now sensitized body even as i stand and prepare myself for bed; such preparations include sliding a condom on to johnny [silicone sticks to me, condoms don't] and placing him within easy reach.
it’s silent now, the computer and the lights off and even the roar of the subway is muted and far away like the old friend that it is. i let my eyelids drift closed and continue playing with my body. my nipples, lavished with attention, now come in for some rougher play.
i pinch and tweak and bite with my fingernails and feel the answering shafts of lust course through my pussy. i know i’m soaked but i’m still not allowed to touch. even as i feel my labia begin to part and my genitals swell and lubricate themselves. one hand strokes my body, more roughly now, and the other starts to flick my nipple so fast and just hard enough that i am crying out, my hips lifting off the bed and my clitoris begging for attention.
i hear noises leaving my throat and feel my body moving on it’s own even as the first shocks tease me with what’s to come. both nipples so sensitized now that the lightest touch causes me to gasp and arch and a pinch nearly floods the sheets.
little gushes are starting deep within me now and i grab johnny with one hand and tease myself with him. i cover him with my natural lubricant and leave him, poised there at my entrance and pressing just hard enough that i know what’s coming.
i dip a finger in my well and tease my entrance a little and then johnny’s blunt head presses against me and starts to slide in. i stay there, teasing my nipples with my lubricated finger and taking the first inch or two of johnny in and out.
my hips join the rhythm and start to press back against him as i slowly take his length in to my aching and begging body. in and out, in and out he slides a little further each time until at last! at last his base is nestled against me.
my finger drops to my clit even as johnny stays buried deep and thrusts just that last inch in and out. i stroke once, twice, thrice and erupt all over my bed, spasms deep in my body rocking johnny as i slide him in and out and fuck myself.
i start fucking myself harder and harder even as my finger dances on my clit. johnny is sopping and so are my sheets and i hear moans coming deep and low from my throat. i am pretty sure the neighbours can hear me and this sends me off once more.
contractions seize my body and my hips buck and i lose track of reality for an unknowable time until, of their own accord, my thrusts slow and my hips drop gently back to the mattress while aftershocks massage the giant dildo locked deep in my pussy.
i leave it there a moment and glory in the spent pulsations coursing through me and then gently ease it from my body with a small gush of liquid.
i collapse, boneless, and lay there, pussy pulsing and little echo orgasms hitting randomly as i drift off in a daze of my own pheremones.
