This is part 4 of an ongoing series. For context and background, it's best to read the first three parts before this one.
Part 04:
I waited patiently and selected some strawberries and peaches as she served another customer, but she shot me a couple of little smiles as I waited. I began to hope. It could be on.
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Happiness is a juicy strawberry. Especially if it's the right kind of juice, and I have the right kind. Not that it has to be mine, any pussy juice will do, I just love pussy juice. If I'm alone, I often have a delicious time playing with the heady combination of fruit and my pussy, and if I seduce someone, I'm always anticipating, most of all, my first taste of her. The anticipation of it is exquisite, and the first scent of her arousal never fails to make me crazy with lust. It's an obsession, perhaps an illness, but not one I worry about unduly because I get plenty of chances to treat it.
I find fruit an amazing erotic aid, and it always massively enhances a masturbation session, especially in combination with other toys. I have used all kinds of fruits, from grapes to watermelon, and most things in between, and I've loved all of them. It's great to try all the different combinations and it always makes me insanely horny.
As you will know if you have read the first three parts of this story, I don't have much trouble seducing (or being seduced by) new lesbian lovers, but I still enjoy playing with myself quite regularly. It's a different experience than actual sex, and no less pleasurable. I love being in control of the pace, revelling in the sexuality of my body, relishing its responses, savouring the slow build-up of my arousal, and concentrating just on my pleasure and my pleasure alone.
I do sometimes use toys and vibrators, and I'm especially impressed with my clit-sucking Satisfyer toy, especially if I'm looking for a 'quick hit' or if I am greedy for multiple orgasms, but mostly it's just my fingers and some fruit to add flavour and sensuality. Deliciously sticky and succulent.
As I alluded to above, strawberries are a favourite; their rough texture feels divine on my clitoris, or squeezing between my petals, and I find their taste makes a great combination with my early arousal juice, which is usually quite thick and creamy.
Grapes lend themselves to a different pleasure; I like to pop one inside me, then languidly circle my clit with a finger, while it marinates in my ever-increasing juiciness. When it's good and hot, I squeeze it out, put it in my mouth, then suck on it gently, before crushing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, making a explosion of grape juice mingle with my pussy cream and saliva. Such a horny cocktail. I often get through a whole bunch of grapes like this, one at a time. It's so wonderfully libertine.
Of course, I also like to fuck myself with a cucumber or an aubergine. They are a little too smooth, but the addition of a ribbed condom does wonders for their stimulation. Just gliding one slowly in and out of my very wet pussy, feeling the ribs gently rippling through my vaginal entrance is enough to very quickly bring me to orgasm. I did once try combining it with the Satisfyer on my clit at the same time, but that was WAAY too intense!
Another favourite of mine is a segment of apple. The firmness of the flesh and its keen edge is exquisite when scraped across my inner lips, and the sharp corner can be used to delicately tease my clit and the flesh just below it. I can keep myself right on the edge of orgasm like this, building up to what is always an explosive climax. My juice oozes impressively, and my vaginal muscles twitch and spasm involuntarily as I hold myself on the very brink, sometimes for minutes, before letting myself cross the threshold.
I've produced some monumental squirts like this, spurting out an almost clear liquid that tastes quite different to my early arousal cream. I know because I once collected it in a glass and drank it in a thoroughly depraved way.
Quite often, I get very horny when I'm at work. Jun and Gigi often come and perch on my desk for a chat, at different times. Both of them are as hot as hell, and their presence never fails to turn me on, but Gigi is super-straight, as you know, and Juni now has a regular girlfriend, so sex with her is off the menu. The other fanciable girls in the office are all straight and married or in relationships, so I have had no luck with any other office seductions -- so far.
A few weeks ago, I'd had a quick little mid-week orgasm, using my Satisfyer, but as weekend approached, I was feeling a little deprived. I decided, in the absence of a playmate, I would have a long self-pleasuring session on Saturday afternoon and would stock up on fruit and veg, including strawberries, peaches, watermelon, and an aubergine or cucumber.
I often buy my fruit and veg from a stall on the market, run by a vivacious woman, a little older than me -- probably in her mid-thirties. She has bright, twinkly blue eyes and a wicked grin, and she's been known to come out with comments that make me think she knows exactly what I'm going to do with the items I buy from her.
She was a definite maybe, but she was always kind of hiding behind her produce and wearing a tabard, and her blonde hair was always bunched up under her silly white mesh hat so I had only a limited impression of her; just her grin and her cheeky sense of humour. I had long thought she was good fun though, and I was feeling a little depraved... er, I mean deprived, so I thought 'why not?'
I visited her that Saturday, and deliberately dressed a little more provocatively, in a pair of cut-off denim shorts, sandals with a 2-inch heel, and a white crop top which left my midriff bare and really flattered my breasts, making them look at least one cup size bigger. I deliberately didn't wear a t-shirt bra because I didn't want to hide my nipples too much, and I put my hair in a French plait (braid). A pair of very dark Prada sunglasses completed the look.
It was a cool look and, although it was a shame to cover my eyes, which are one of my biggest weapons when I'm on the hunt for pussy, I planned to take them off when I got to the stall, to inspect the fruit and for maximum impact.
I had no idea whether she had the slightest lesbian tendency, but I thought she had been a little flirty with me on previous occasions, and I decided she would have to be ramrod-straight to resist my charms looking like this.
I got a lot of appreciative glances as I walked from the car to the market, from both men and women, so I knew my look was having the right effect on people, and I loved the attention. I get a real buzz out of knowing people are looking lustfully at me, and I made sure there was some slinky hip action and a bit of tit-jiggle as I strolled through the town-centre crowds.
I arrived at the stall and there she was, having a laugh with two teenage girls, who were buying bunches of grapes. I wondered what typically lewd comment had caused the levity, but they seemed to be enjoying it. One of the girls was holding up the grapes and pretending to tickle them from underneath...
When she saw me, the stall-holder (who's name I still didn't know at this point) looked slightly stunned -- she hadn't seen this look before -- and it took a second or two for the grin to reappear.
'Hello there. You are looking very...well... today. How're you doing?'
'I'm great thanks. Like a lioness.' And I grinned and pushed my sunglasses up onto my head and gave her what I hoped was a dazzling flash of the headlights.' She seemed momentarily a little flustered (exactly what I'd hoped for) but she soon regained her composure.
