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That particular
night I planned to just sit back and relax. I had a
bottle of wine and it was warm enough I could have left
all my clothes off if I wished. I ended up in an old
t-shirt. I might as well have been naked though, because
when I sat down in my easy chair and lay one leg over
the arm, my shirt pulled up almost to my waist, exposing
everything it should have covered. Little did I expect
that by the end of the night the shirt would not be all
I would take off.
My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we
share with each other those things of our own we think
the other needs or would enjoy. Sometimes it's eerie the
way we know what is on the other's mind. He must have
known I was going to be alone that night because he had
dropped off a VHS tape with a note to call him in the
morning to let him know my reaction.
I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The
first time he brought one over, I couldn't believe my
eyes. By the time we finished watching the movie my
mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my pussy
was so wet I'm sure my dress was damp where it had
fallen between my legs. I'm also sure Luke knew what I
had on my mind. He brought over others for me after that
and I always looked forward to each new movie. I loved
to watch the guys fucking and licking the girls in the
films and I especially liked to pretend it was on my
stomach or on my tits their semen spilled. I dreamed of
rubbing it into my skin, my pubic hair, my pussy lips
and then sucking my fingers until their wetness was
licked away. But I hadn't watched one in months. So I
especially looked forward to an evening of fantasy as I
took Luke's movie out of it's container and slipped it
into the recorder.
The film I put in the player that night, however, was
not what I anticipated. This one did not have guys. It
was only about girls.
It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim
light. Or it might have just been my mood. In any case,
as I watched the movie, I gradually realized my
breathing had become
shallow and I could almost feel my heart beat beneath my
breast.
As the women touched each other and kissed each other
and rubbed their breasts against each other, I became
aware of a part of myself only hinted at before. I found
myself wishing I was with them. That it was my skin
being stroked; my lips being kissed.
My face became hot and flushed. I looked over my
shoulder as though to see if anyone was there, watching,
reading my thoughts. My shirt became moist with
perspiration and as its cloth touched my nipples they
became so sensitive I found my hand moving beneath the
cloth, cupping the soft underside of my breast, my
fingers gently squeezing each to make sure the feeling I
was experiencing was really coming from me.
Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower,
began bathing each other and as they rubbed the soap on
the others bodies I became aware of my other hand
slipping between my own legs, pressing hard against
myself, trying to hold in the response that was
beginning to rise within my body. After soaping
thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair.
When they finished, they moved to the bedroom to
continue their embraces. As I watched their lovemaking
and gazed upon their newly shaved pink pussies, I
experienced my first orgasm. I found my hand drenched
with my own wetness. My breasts ached as I pressed
harder against them with my hand and arm. And when I
finished I knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than
anything else; and I knew the evening would not be
completed
until I had been satisfied.
I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene,
turned the TV and recorder off and moved to my own
bathroom. I lit some candles, saved in the bathroom for
special nights, turned off all the other lights and
filled the tub with water, scenting it with a soothing
bath oil Luke had given me. The t-shirt came off as I
slipped into the warm water and felt its gentle caress.
As I lay in the water remembering the scenes of the
shower and recalling the vision of the newly bared mons
and lips, my body took on a new sensitivity. Each nerve
seemed more alive than ever. The soap became a lover as
it used my own hand to stroke my body.
Soon my attention was turned to my own pubic hair. I
have never had very much and what is there is sparse and
soft. Because of the blond color, it seems almost
invisible. But that would not be enough. I knew every
hair must be removed.
The soap was applied and as the razor glided across my
skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness
within the delicate tissue. Sensuality was joined by a
veiled
perception of fear. Starting at the top and then moving
down and back, I paid special attention to the small
fine hairs around my clitoris and between the lips. The
area below the vagina and around my ass was also shaved.
When finished, I lay back in the water, my eyes closed,
and ran my fingers across the now smoothed pussy
confirming that indeed all its hair was gone.
I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I
moved to the bedroom and toweled myself dry. A softly
perfumed lotion was obtained from the dresser and I
returned to the TV
room, this time without the t-shirt. A record of gentle
music was selected and placed on the player.
The TV and video were started but without sound as I
realized the only words I wanted
to hear would be my own thoughts. As the scenes
repeated, I applied the lotion. First across my chest
and then cupping each breast with one hand, I began to
stroke the upper sensitive skin with the other, moving
closer with each caress to the areola and nipple. As my
finger applied just a drop of the lotion to the
surrounding pink areas, my nipples and the small papilla
around them began to project out.
But they were not hard. Instead they had taken on a
softness and sensitivity I had not experienced before. I
had to stop. As the women on the screen made love to
each other I realized the only way I could join them
would be within my mind and the TV images had become a
barrier instead of a door to fulfilling my fantasy.
I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom.
Laying on the bed, in the darkness, I became aware of my
body in a new way; almost as though it had an existence
of its own. My hand returned to my breasts and I found
them even more sensitive than before. I grasped the
nipples between my fingers, gently
pulling and twisting.
A breath of warm air blew across my naked body. A soft
ache entered my pelvis. My hand move down my abdomen.
Slowly the tips of my fingers began to brush across the
newly shaved mons.
A moan escaped from me...
It was like a voice from another area of my mind, an
echo from another existence. I
continued down to my labia, along the sides and then
between. But now I didn't need a lotion. The juice from
my pussy was flooding and as I caressed my newly
smoothed softness I found there was nothing to compare
with my own silky cream.
My fingers found their way to my mouth allowing my
tongue to taste and lick the passion from their tips. As
they returned to my pussy, I felt a strange and
freighting feeling begin to rise within my body. The
palm of my hand pressed against my clitoris as my
fingers slipped between my lips and into the depths of
my vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges within me.
My legs came back as the other hand sought my now
swollen lips and clitoris.
My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between
slow and fast became meaningless as I began to lose
control. The feeling within my pelvis had taken over. My
heart ached from its pounding and I had to gasp for air
because I forgot to breathe.
Two, three, then four of my fingers found their way into
my pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered
me. A musky odor mixed with the smell of perfume and my
own body became a stimulant to my senses as my mind
exploded with sensations. Then, within me, I felt the
inner ridges of my vagina smoothed out and open as
though expecting a gift.
At the same time, the outer area tightened and began to
spasm with urgency and ecstasy, trying to prevent any
escape. I heard a scream and realized it was my own.
Juices poured from me as I began to rub and spread them
over my body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I
put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my
mouth and used my tongue to lick it off. My hands
caressed every part of my body. I was insane with a
rapture of sexuality.
My orgasm had taken complete control of my mind and
body. I was its prisoner, it was my lover and I
responded in any way it demanded.
I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the
fog of sensuality was replaced with an overwhelming need
for sleep. As I fell into a deep sleep, I thought of
Luke and how I
was going to explain my response to his movie. I also
wondered if there was anyone else I could share it with.
Good night and sleep tight.
Lena |
