Back At The Flat

Back at the flat, I'm voracious. My cunt is throbbing and I can't stop thinking about your taste. I don't want to rush it. Not yet anyway - waiting will only make you taste better.

I pour a glass of water and walk into the living room, where you're stretching on the floor. I kneel beside you and place my hand on your shoulder to pull you in for a kiss. You respond hungrily. You've stripped down to your sports bra and your skin feels warm and sweaty against mine. I taste salt on your lips and I trace a hand down to feel the heat between your legs before I pull back, sliding my hand down your thigh, up along your ass, finally grasping your waist. I lean back against the couch and pull you onto my lap. You're straddling me, legs wrapped around me, kissing my neck. I feel how strong your thighs are, and slowly, you start to arch your back, leaning your arms back behind you, ponytail half undone. Fuck, that's hot.

I run my tongue from the top of your sports bra down the contour of your ribs over your belly button, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. I can feel you shiver and I love it. You're making little movements with your hips, thrusting them up at me. I can see how badly you want it.

I smile, and gently move one of your legs to extricate myself.

"Well, time for a shower!"

I give you a hand up and you follow me into the bathroom. I turn the water on full blast and strip off my clothes. I feel your eyes on me. My cunt aches, and my clit feels hard as a rock. I step in and let the hot water wash over me. I feel your hands on my breasts, you body pressing up against me from behind. You slide a knee between my legs and I grind against your thigh. Fuck. You slide a hand down and gently run the pad of your thumb over my clit. Fuck fuck fuck. I lean my head back on your shoulder and moan. Oh my fucking god.

Not. yet. I take a step forward and grab the bottle of bergamot scented cleanser. I begin lathering your body, relishing the feeling of your smooth skin under my hands. I press my body against you, then move away slightly. You glisten in the water, and you look so damn beautiful. I know exactly what I want.

"Stay here, just for a minute. I'll call for you..."

Your eyes widen slightly. You look intrigued. "Okay? Don't be long. Please don't be long." I grin and grab a towel.

I stand naked in the bedroom and pull the box out of the closet. I grab the harness and shift it up over my hips, positioning a vibrator at the base, over my clit. I grab the plastic cock and shift it into the ring, pressing tight against my pelvis. I get another vibrator out for you, quickly dim the lights, and throw on an album.

I'm thinking back on the time three years ago when we had two bottles of wine at dinner because you were mad about your shit boss and you told me you dreamt of getting fucked by a girl wearing a cock. Back then, when we were friends who dished about sex. I thought you were hot, but you had that same girlfriend for ages, the really quiet blonde who always had incredible handbags. God, I thought you were never going to break up with her. You were giggling into your cabernet, telling me you wanted her to strap up but she was petrified of it, so you'd sort of resigned yourself to fantasy and porn for now. I couldn't get you out of my head. I thought about my collection of toys and I wondered which one you'd like best, nodding along as you continued to moan about the boss and tell me tidbits about your girlfriend.

You broke up with her last year after she cheated on you with the principal of the school she worked at, an imposing German woman who was always decked out in incredibly well tailored suiting. I'd never taken the girlfriend to be that ballsy but... I could see the appeal.

I stood up and yelled for you.

"Clare!"

You appeared almost immediately, damp blonde hair falling past your shoulders, beads of water rolling off your perfect breasts. You see me and gasp.

I beckon for you, and push you down on the bed. I kneel in front of you and pull your legs up on to my shoulders. I hear you whispering "holy fucking shit holy fucking shit holy fucking shit" and I grin as I run my hands along your body, tracing your curves, your hips, your inner thighs. I kiss your thighs, run my tongue along your smooth labia, flicking my tongue lightly over your clit, and then along the slit of your cunt. I begin to suck your clit, and slide a finger inside you. You are insanely wet, and I feel you shutter and I curl my finger slightly. I switch the vibrator that's against my clit on, and I shudder, sucking your clit slowly, and withdrawing my finger. I grab a bottle of lube, and this time, use two fingers. Your cunt feels incredible - it's warm and swollen, and you squeeze against my fingers. You're lying back, moaning and begging me to fuck you with my cock.

I lift my head. Okay, baby. Let's do this.

I take your hand and pull you up. You run your hands along my body, slowing as you reach my hips. You maneuver around the strap, and grin at the vibrator. With your other hand, you grab the lube, and begin sliding your hand over the cock. With each stroke, the vibrator shifts slightly against my clit. Fuck. We're standing in front of the mirror, and you bend over. I position the head of the silicone cock at the lips of your cunt. You're already moaning as I slide inside you, slowly giving you the entire length. I feel you tremble, and stay still to let you get used to the feeling of fullness, the weight and pressure of the cock inside you. I prefer to wear a sizable one, and from the night with the wine, I know it's your fantasy, too.

You start to press your butt against me, and I start to thrust. I reach for the second vibrator and hand it you to use on your clit. I'm grasping your hips tight, and I love the way it feels each time I thrust into you.

When I fuck with a strap, I love pretending I actually have a cock. My clit is swollen, and each thrust feels electric. I fantasize that my erect cock is swelling bigger and bigger inside you. Your face is flushed, and I run my hands over your breasts, feeling your hard nipples. I can feel your cunt squeezing the cock, and the pitch your moans changes. You're getting close. I'm getting close. You're leaning on the dresser and I whisper to you, come for me baby. You buck your hips back, taking the maximum length of the cock. You arch your hips and scream, and fuck- my clit starts to spasm, and I'm coming too, thrusting against you...

You collapse forward, and I'm leaning on your shoulder. We stay like that for awhile, until I slowly slide the cock out, and shimmy it down off my hips.

You're leaning back on the dresser now, watching me.

"Avia... I can't wait for *my* turn..."

[to be continued]