| Lesbian: Masturbation: Mailbox Joy (1/2) |
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I hope it came today, I thought to myself as I hurriedly walked up the driveway to my mailbox. I had ordered it over two weeks ago and it still had not arrived. I reached the end of my journey and to my gleeful surprise there was a nondescript brown box waiting for me. Quickly, I scooped it up in my arms along with the junk mail and bills, and headed back to the house. Once inside, I let the rest of my mail fall to the floor as I headed to my room with the package. I plopped myself on my bed and ripped into the box. There it was, my new friend. It was a seven-inch purple vibrator. The ads online had described it as a girl’s best friend that was able to bring a woman to an earth shattering orgasm in record time. I hope it lives up to its reputation, I thought. I couldn’t wait to give it a try. I’ll need some visual assistance, I thought to myself as I reached for an old lingerie catalog. I flipped through the pages, searching for a model that would wet my appetite, amongst other things. After flipping through nearly the entire book, I found my pictorial girlfriend of the day. She was a buxom brunette wearing a sheer black bra and panties set. The garments displayed her taut backside and ample curves to their full advantage. Her lips were painted a candy red and I couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel pressed against my breasts. The mere thought was making me moist between my legs. My fingers rubbed my clit through my pants while my other hand massaged my breasts through the light fabric of my blouse. I closed my eyes and surrendered to feeling, but before long I knew I could wait no longer. I had to have the assistance of my battery-operated friend. Quickly, I removed my clothing and grabbed my toy. The vibrator began to hum as I hit the on switch. I moved its tip over my clit while bearing down and easing up on the pressure. My juices began to seep onto the bedspread as I moved it to my pussy lips, teasing the outer edges. I wanted to shove the vibrator inside of me, but I was enjoying the torture more. My eyes met with the brunette’s on the pages of the catalogue and I envisioned her being turned on by my self-pleasuring. My sensual daydreams became too much for me and I plunged the toy into my throbbing cunt. Slowly, I moved it in and out of me. It felt firm and smooth. It was thicker than the vibrators I was used to, but I wasn’t bothered. I loved the way it filled me up, sliding wickedly along my inner walls. I closed my eyes and imagined the model controlling the toy’s movements with her lips wrapped around my breasts, sucking the nipples to a swollen erectness. I could almost see the smudges of her scarlet lipstick around my areolas. I worked the vibrator deeper into my body, its humming sensations sending waves of tingling warmth throughout me. My fingers ran along the folds of my labia, spreading and pinching them as I pressed on my clit. I lay back on the bed, bending my knees and arching my back. My movements become more frenzied as the pleasure overtook me and my nectar flowed onto my hands. I lay there for a few moments enjoying the aftershocks that skipped through my body before sitting up. “Mmmm, that was |
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