"Alright, kitty cats. You're free to dig in." I set the heavy bag of pet food down and sighed. My chores were almost complete. Giving the fish their dinner was last, then I could relax. Jen's house was full of animals and plants that needed tending to. House sitting for her wasn't so bad, but leaving work only to have a laundry list of to-dos here afterward was tiring. Fortunately, this was my last night on duty. I double checked the water level in the cat's bowl, and dragged my feet to the living room. Plopping onto the couch with a groan, I scrolled Twitter for a bit to catch up on the day's events. Food picture after food picture blurred past my vision, broken up occasionally by huge threads of flame wars. I thought that finding a movie to watch might be a better use of my time.
Hulu and Netflix both had nothing to offer. Seemingly every show was a shitty spin-off no one asked for and no one cared about. My phone found its way back into my hands and the tv screen was abandoned. Reluctantly, I thought about clicking on Tinder. My girlfriend had broken up with me over text last week and promptly ghosted me. I was crushed, and not dealing very well. I was torn between looking for a quick rebound or sulking for a few more days. Part of the reason Jen wanted me to watch the house was so she could help me through my depression.
She had prepped 4 whole days worth of meals for me so I wouldn't need to bother with cooking. I'd also found an array of candies and other assorted junk food on the kitchen counter. A post-it note attached to a container of chocolate chip cookies read: "You're better than her! Don't ever forget it!" I couldn't help but smile when I saw.. Jen felt terrible about not being around to take me out to drink and party to forget. So she had done all this for me, along with all the work she had on her plate to pack for her vacation. Sometimes she really could be too generous. I reminded myself to find a thank you gesture that could match her kindness.
Tinder couldn't hold my attention very long. I saw a few cute girls here and there and sent two or three likes. Memories of my ex came flooding back as I recognized popular date spots around town in people's pictures. Wandering through the museum, sitting on a bench sharing ice cream. Strolling through the park to admire nature and soak up the sun. Some of the steamier profile pictures I saw didn't offer any distraction. We had enjoyed a very active sex life, and we were very compatible. We shared a lot of the same likes in bed and always worked our best to satisfy each other. She was very good with her fingers, tongue, toys; anything she could do to me, I loved. As I sat rewinding our good times in my mind, I felt a slight twinge between my legs.
I hated that she could still turn me on even after abandoning me, but I couldn't help it. I realized I hadn't touched myself at all since the text break up incident. Maturbating was normally something I did at least every other day, if not each day. Apparently all the time off was catching up to me. A sudden wave of arousal swept over my body. Continuing my swiping, I found I couldn't push the feeling away. The next profile I saw linked to an OnlyFans- "free videos plus reduced rates for personals, stop by and tell me if you like what you see"- and the feeling only took hold stronger. I pasted the link into my browser and pulled my shorts down. Slowly lifting my shirt up, I caressed my collar bone along with the tops of my breasts. I clicked on a video with a very sexy thumbnail. The woman that owned the page was laying in bed, rubbing and fucking herself with a large dildo. My hand ran along my soft tits as I lightly jiggled and massaged them. Once the video started getting good, I pinched my nipples gently at the base. They very quickly hardened.
Once both of them were ready to be touched, I covered both with my thumbs and began to rub in circles. Little bolts of shivers ran down my back and my thighs as I played with my tits. Nothing felt better than pulling on my swollen, erect nipples before going further. After a few minutes, I let my hand drift to my stomach. I drew slow, lazy curls and giggled at the ticklish feeling of the tips of my fingers. Soon my hand was on my pussy, gently running my fingers up and down my slit. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so wet. I hurriedly grabbed my shirt and put it under my butt to avoid staining the couch cushion. The sound of my moans started to fill the room. I slid one finger into myself and gasped. The feeling of something to squeeze around while I rubbed was incredible. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the sound of my finger going in and out. I felt myself getting close, even though I'd only been going at it a few minutes. Sliding a second finger into my dripping pussy, I used my free hand to rub every part of my body I could reach. Feeling the gentle touch on my thighs, stomach, breasts, and sides of my neck was driving me crazy.
Just as I was about to go over the edge, I quickly slipped my fingers out and stopped teasing my clit. If I was going to come tonight, I was going to make it worth my while. Denying myself orgasms and building up tension was intoxicating. I asked to be teased and edged every time I fucked my ex. I'd gotten a bit reliant on the method, but I couldn't be too bothered when it made me feel so blissful. I spent another fifteen or so minutes bringing myself close to release, then stopping my stroking abruptly. I wished I had thought to discreetly pack a vibrator before I left home. Slowly and gently playing with my swollen clit to avoid coming while I thought of a creative way to orgasm, an idea popped into my head. Jen's shower had a detachable wand! She had admitted using it to pleasure herself before, and always encouraged me to get one of my own at my house. I gathered my pajamas and climbed the stairs to the bathroom.
