| Straight: Threesomes: Ali's Winter Delight (3/11) |
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added in her ear, "Well we'll be in the tub for a little while if you change your mind, we do have swimsuits you know. Anyway, we'll probably see you on the mountain tomorrow" After a series of goodbyes as they walked upstairs to their rooms, Ali found herself alone. Momentarily overcome by the wine, she went to the bed and plopped backwards onto it. She was too excited to sleep, though, and in a minute, when the dizziness passed, she got up and began getting undressed. She watched herself in the mirror and performed a seductive strip tease for herself, being drunkenly uncritical about her body. She felt too good about herself to find any faults tonight. Instead she ran her hands up and down her midsection, over her breasts and tummy to the tops of her underpants, actually enjoying the fleshiness that usually annoyed her. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them up against her chest and pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger hard enough to hurt. She knew she had a great body: soft and feminine, but she wished she had a tight, hard body, like Lindsey’s. She worked out regularly and was athletic and strong, but she still always felt too soft to herself. Right now, soft felt fine as she reached down beneath her blue panties, slowly, teasing her pussy. She squeezed her breasts together between her upper arms and with her finger began to make little circles around her clitoris, forcing the firm little button to slide around in circles too. She imagined Harry's tongue. On the down side of each orbit she would dip her finger into her opening to get things wet and slippery. After making six or seven circles she had to let herself sink onto the bed. She kept her underpants on and brought her feet back against her buttocks. With her knees spread wide, she continued to do the same thing she was doing while standing. She fingered herself with her other hand, first with one finger then two. This time the image of Paul came across her mind's eye. He stood in front of her as if she were on a table, his cock going in and out with her own rhythms. He was teasing though, only going in part way before backing out; she almost screamed in frustration before realizing her own too small fingers were the cause. She brought one of her fingers to her mouth and tasted herself with the tip of her tongue. She loved the way she tasted at times, and tonight she tasted great! She began to pick up the rhythm, and after tasting herself a few more times began to furiously rub her finger back and forth across her clit while she fingered herself with her other hand. Harry used to fuck her like this, rubbing her clit while pushing hard in and out with his cock. Her head had gradually lifted forward, straining upward off the bed, as if she were trying to take a real taste of herself, until a moment later when, while still rubbing at a frantic pace, her muscle forces reversed in orgasm as she arched her back high between her shoulders and feet in a series of spasms. She let herself lay still awhile, the middle finger of her right hand hooked lightly in her pussy, the left hand over that, and her panties still stretched over that. She felt good about herself, and she realized she wanted to be fucked by a real cock: |
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Fun far from the slopes--