Shea was back in her single bedroom apartment. She needed a shower, a hot one. She orphaned her coat on the dining table, her shirt sailed onto the bed and the pencil skirt crowned the doormat outside the bathroom before she went in. A moment later the bathroom door cracked open a bit and her heels sailed out and it shut close once again.
*
Shea stepped out of the bathroom; the
steam from the hot shower invaded the bedroom. She undid the towel wrapped her
and lay down on the bed. The soft pillow cradled her head. She stretched her
legs out, the thighs parted, the arms rested on either side, the palms faced
up, and the tips of index and thumb touched. A slow deep breath,
Relax... relax...relax...
She exhaled, slow and controlled -
Relax... relax...relax...
Shea started at her feet. She felt the
awareness in her soles and heels spread out, envelope her toes and creep up to
her ankles -
Relax... relax...relax...
The calves and thighs, tensed a little
before she loosed them. The pubic and the pelvic, the butt-cheeks and the back,
the abdomen and the chest; each she flexed, feeling the muscles there before
letting the wave of relaxation that rose up, engulf them. She paid special
attention to her shoulders and arms. They bore most of the weight of being Shea
Nolan. She observed the awareness and relaxation inch up to her shoulder and
slip down her arms and steadily towards her fingertips -
Relax... relax...relax...
Up her slender neck and to the crown of
her head. She had to pause a while at her jaws and temples as she flushed the
day's stress out - having driven through the city during rush hour, all the
honking, yelling and the horrible, horrible smoke; arriving at work just in
time to deliver the new product presentation to the marketing team, her temper
flared at all the pointless questions the marketing head threw at her; and
spending the afternoon negotiating with an independent truck driver over the shipping
charges, she practically had to flirt with the dirty, whale of a man to get him
to agree to what she considered a very generous term. She breathed out letting
it all dissipate out of her -
Relax... relax...relax...
She let her mind go blank, focussing only
on her monotonous breathing. It had a hypnotic effect and she sank into it. Her
entire body tingled with awareness and yet she was floating in a black void,
light as a feather. Time stopped. Then, without a warning, a silver of
sensation appeared in her calves. Her wake up call. She roused her body
reluctantly, one part at a time and getting the pooled blood back into
circulation again. She sat up, eyes still closed. She rubbed her palms together
and got them nice and warm. She wiped the warmth into her face and over her
eyes, dispelling the hypnosis. She breathed out -
Peace...
She opened her eyes and smiled.
Time for the date.
She got up and went through her limited
wardrobe for a dress to wear that evening. Stephen had promised her a wonderful
time, and he always delivered. She selected a bottle green dress sporting a
deep neckline. Just as she was admiring the dress draped against her in the
mirror when the phone rang.
It was Stephen.
'Hey sweetie, I'm all ready', she chirped.
'Oh, Shea. I'm so sorry.'
'Why? What's the matter?'
'I got assigned a new project at the last
minute. It's Jenn. She's ill all of a sudden and the boss' asked me to step in
for her. I'm really, really sorry, Shea. I so wanted to be with you tonight',
Stephen's voice came in a torrent over the phone.
'Oh... It's ok. Guess, 'nother day
then.'
'I'm really sorry Shea. Thanks for
understanding. Love you.'
'Love you too. Bye.'
She dropped the phone on to the bed and before
it bounced the second time she joined it there.
'Fuck!'
The stress she had flushed out of her body
just a while ago returned, squeezing her head. She tried to repeat the
relaxation technique but it wasn't going to help her now, not when she had
nothing but more work the next day to look forward to. She gave up trying to
reign in her thoughts. Instead she gave into them. She tried to imagine the
date as it should have been – first a movie, the latest instalment of The Pirates
of The Caribbean and a late night drive around the city. She had been looking
forward to the cool night air streaming through her hair as the bike raced down
the road. And finally, enticing Stephen, not that it would take much, back to
her apartment for some well deserved fucking.
As she brooded on the missed opportunity, her
arm grazed the bare skin between her bra and panties raising goose-bumps. The
pent up tension demanded a release. So she closed her eyes, imagined Stephen
there with her, kissing her, caressing her. She snuck her fingers underneath
the white cotton bra and traced a circle, as light as a feather, around the
areola.
Something's missing.
She reached behind and undid her bra and
freed her tits. She then stuck her middle and index finger into her mouth and
sucked them, coating them with copious saliva. The wet fingers brushed her
nipple, imagining Stephen's tongue on her. The effect was immediate; it
hardened quickly, jutting up from her body, straining to get more attention.
Her other arm massaged the left tit, eliciting a similar response. Heat
radiated from within her chest and enveloped her. Her face flushed and ears
burned hot. All her petting and teasing built up a delirium that demanded her
to pay attention to her pussy. A hand snaked down to her panties and over her
mound.
Wet.
She smiled to herself and fantasized Stephen
going down on her. The kisses she imagined him placing on her inner thighs
produced a throb from her pussy. She slid her obstructive panties off and spread
her thighs wider for better access. The pussy juice coated her pubic hair and
lubricated her entire pussy and not just the lips. She let her fingers glide
over her clit and inner lips sending shudders through her soft, flat abdomen.
She placed one hand over her clit and spiralled around it slow circles, building
up the sensation bit by bit. The other, she used to massage her pussy lips,
soothing them and spreading them open. More juice flowed out of her, smearing
her inner thighs and trickling down to her crack. She visualized Stephen
kneeling in front of her, spreading her legs apart, aiming his cock right at
her slit and she plunged in two fingers. Driven by heat and desire she pumped
them vigorously while the hand tending to her clit sped up too.
Closer, closer. As the climax
edged ever near, her hips started gyrating to the silent tunes her fingers
played.
Faster.
A thundering climax pulsed through
her leaving behind a sweet tingling sensation on her skin. Her pussy continued
to spasm, clenching and relaxing around her fingers, trying to suck them in
deeper. She withdrew her fingers and inhaled her own aroma; intoxicated she
slipped her dripping fingers into her mouth and sucked. The tension had that
threatened to suffocate her dissipated. She now faced another problem. Usually,
sex with Stephen left her physically tired and she sank into a slumber
soon after she climaxed but now she felt very refreshed.
So she guided her body to a second and
then a third climax, each drawn out longer than the previous one. Her wrists
and hands were tired from all the pumping and grinding.
Not yet. Just one more.
Her clit and vulva were slightly desensitized
after the third climax. She knew she had her work cut out if she wanted one
more. Her fingers wasted no time in getting into a rhythm, twirling and
massaging. The hints of pleasure started to mount after a few minutes. The tingling
spread slowly but surely. Another orgasm was imminent. Just as she was about to
go over the edge she withdrew her hands form her pussy and played with her
tits, bit roughly to stave off the pleasure with pain. Her pussy signaled
that it was ready for a second assault. She touched her clit tentatively to get
a feel of the sensation. It felt sweet but not orgasmic. She resumed her two
pronged stimulation, again taking herself to the edge and denying herself the
release. This time though it was much harder to hold back, her hips and thighs
threatened to finish what her fingers wouldn't. Summoning all her will power
she stilled her butt on the bed. She took a few deep breaths to clear her head
a bit. She returned to her pussy for a third time.
Let's see how far I can push myself.
The slightest touch threatened to trigger
her release. She didn't want to tempt fate, so she skirted around her pussy,
massaging the part of thighs that curved into her pussy. Her hips undulated in
tandem with her fingers' probes, discovering newer sites for stimulation. She
slipped a finger further down and pressed the soft tissue between her vagina
and her anus. The new sensations took her even higher. Yet again the orgasm
battered inside her seeking a release and she stilled her hands and body,
denying it. It was much harder than the last time.
She lay still for a long time; the
forbidden orgasm was so uncontrollable now that even the slightest movement could
have set it free. She defaulted to her breathing technique:
Inhale - Swift and Deep
Exhale - Slow and Controlled
She did this till she no longer felt any
trace of the orgasm in her body, but she knew better. It was lurking deep
inside her, waiting for her to lose control. She tested her pussy, her mind
clear of all thoughts, Stephen included. It was inviting. Moistened and
bloomed, it pleaded for her touch. She started with a light finger massage to
the clit. It sent electricity through her body shocking her with the intensity
of the pleasure. She slipped in two fingers, then three fingers. The nerves
screamed pleasure at the slightest movement. She went on in this heightened
state of stimulation for quite some time, all the while dancing at the edge of
an orgasm.
Faster.
She assaulted her pussy with a blur of
motion, her wrists and fingers ached from all the work, but she persisted, ignoring
the pain. A tickling cold sensation made her calves clench and her toes curl. And
when she could no longer keep up the pace, she finally let go. Her back arched
like a bow, increasing the pressure in her abdomen, she came hard. It wasn't as
wet as her previous orgasms but much more powerful, seizing all her
muscles in its grip. She thrashed about in her bed, hips bucking, drawing both away
and towards her fingers. The soft gasp that escaped her lips didn't do justice
to the climax that rocked her.
Gradually, she relaxed; the undulations of
her hips slowed down. She smiled through the sweet ache in her limbs, her chest
and her abdomen. She drew her comforter over her and curled into a foetal position.
The bliss, that she had sought and found, soon smothered her into a deep sleep.
Her body trembled occasionally with the ghost of the last orgasm even as she
slept on
*
She woke pretty early the next day, feeling more than refreshed, bursting with energy. The memory of last night brought a smile to her lips. The self discovery of her epic orgasm gave her something to look forward to at the end of the day.
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