Myla was an attractive girl, but one didn't work at it. She was naturally beautiful and was often the subject of scorn and jealousy, since she began developing at an early age. A "problem" that many girls her age suffered through but that was now over. Her early childhood had been painful as words like "slut" and "cunt" rose in her memory. Those words had scarred her and now, at the age of 28, she was still a virgin. She had never had anything to do with the opposite sex, ever. During her younger years, the guys were the ones who had hurt her the most, though she had read that it was usually jealous girls who taunted more. In her experience, the girls had been the only support she'd ever had. And those early days, a special bond with women had been formed. While she no longer saw men as a threat, women were still at the forefront of her mind. They intrigued and aroused her in ways that men could only wish. And wish they did. Men were always advancing on Myla, in hopes of savouring her luscious body. She filled her shirts extremely well and her body was simply round in all the right places. No man had seen her vagina, that warm chasm of pleasure that welcomed no fleshy penis.
Now, while she never entertained men, she frequently entertained herself, rubbing long finger first lightly and quickly across her body while fully clothed, usually standing in front of a mirror. She would caress and explore every part of herself. Then as her arousal began to heighten, she would tease herself. First she would slooooowly remove her heavier shirt, enjoying the bounce of her breasts as the shirt got clear. That bounce would always bright a light of mischievousness into her. On many a day she would wear tight tank tops which exposed a fair amount of flesh at the tops of her tanned orbs. Resisting temptation, the teasing would continue. Her hair was untied and the brown locks fell to where her shirt began in front. With delicate finger, she danced the hair across the tops of her breasts and she, just barely, two nibs poking out the front of her shirt. When she saw (or more, felt them oooohhh FELT!) her nipples harden, more articles of clothing would depart. Rubbing her palms along the side of her body until they reached her hips, the pants were next. Hooking two fingers onto each side, this was one of the parts she enjoyed the most. Business pants were so uncomfortable and removing them was so liberating. She wiggled her hips playfully and pulled down on the pants, which came down intermittently. The reveal of her thighs was a perfect moment. She let her black pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them, the heat of her shuddering body a contrast against the cold of the floor against her formerly sandaled feet. She stood up straight, pushing out her bosom, and admired herself in the mirror. Under her office slacks (necessary by code at the office) she wore snow white panties that moved along the curves of her hips where they met the thigh. She rotated slowly and looked behind her into the mirror. Her shapely behind was round and contoured by the panties.
Myla sucked in a breath at the sight and a chill walked tantalizingly down her back. Returning to face forwards, she stood with her long legs apart, much like Wonder Woman striking a heroic pose. Her hands went to her flat belly, tickling with self frustratingly light touches. She danced her way north, all the while tickling until she was giggling under her breath. When she reached the base of the breasts, she inverted her hands and cupped them ever so gently through the tank top. She massaged them through the rough fabric, which irritated her. So she quickly fixed the problem, her temptation getting the better of her for a moment. She rushed her hand up to her shoulders and brushed away the straps, then let that satisfy her for the time being. She admired herself in the mirror once again, before she reached cross-armed over her chest and pulled the tank top off. Once again, her chest bounced seductively, but more so this time and she felt that her wish to simply rip off her clothes would be impossible to resist. But that was part of the fun of course.
Now she stood, her breasts more exposed and she let a breath escape oddly from her mouth. She stood staring into the mirror for a moment, and then she ran her hands to her cheeks, then to her mouth, sucking on one finger noisily. She licked all of her fingers and then she dragged them down her neck, over her upper chest, then finally to the top of her bosom. Her nipples were by now full and were now causing two white mounds in her bra. She licked her fingers once again, sloppily and noisily, laughing a little bit too. She then pulled them along her tanned skin of her stomach, down to where she could just make out her pubic hair beginning, as her panties sat extremely low. That sight caused her to realize that ultimate happiness was close, but her urge for pleasure was also fighting, asking her to lengthen the sweetness. With one hand she ran a finger along the hem of her panties, all the way around to her buttocks, which she cupped hungrily, massaging. With the other hand, she squeezed her right nipple, pulling and rolling it slightly and pleasurably. The beige bead was an amazing source of fantastic sensations which rolled through her, registering more warmth from her delta. She suddenly realized that the front of her panties was wet, probably had been for quite a while. She widened her stance, feeling the effect in her vagina, as a bit more of her seeped into her panties.
Finally, with a chuckle, she reached behind herself and unclipped her bra, which fell quickly and silently to the floor at which point it was kicked away. Her breasts were finally FREE! She rejoiced with a cuddle, one in each hand, working them with ease and experience. She moved hand over and under them, moaning in her throat with delight. Each movement was bliss, and when she ran her palm or fingers over her erect nipples, she wanted to scream with pleasure.
She watched herself play in the mirror, enjoyed to alternate view of her expansive chest which heaved with every breath. Shifting her eyes up wards to her face, she watched a wide grin play across it. Removing her hand from her chest (oh how she didn't want the feelings to stop) she shifted them down to her panties. She brought her legs closer together, standing straight and began to slip her fingers beneath the soft fabric. She felt along her groin, to her thighs, and back to the top of her area. She let a long breath which turned into a beautiful moan.
"Yeah," she whispered to herself.
She savoured this feeling for a moment, and then slipped both hands into her panties at the hips and pulled them downwards. She licked her lips as her little patch of pubic hair showed itself, and
"Finally," she thought, eyeing her pussy. It was swollen and aroused, the lips inviting and warm. The panties fell to the floor and Myla lowered her hand to her vagina, still teasing herself. One finger from each hand along the outer contour of the moist area. Suddenly, the temptation was too much, and with one hand, she pushed in and felt an ocean of sensual feeling. She gyrated her hips in sweet agony and let out a louder moan that was almost a scream. She twisted her fingers around and back and forth, each movement and their simple presence bringing eye closing pleasure. She sent her finger deeper and shallower, deeper and shallower, in and out inandoutinandout! The pleasure was amazing! She then began to twist her fingers around independently, feeling different sensations all at once, and moved more than two into herself. Her fingers were wet and hot, so she took them out of herself and licked them, relishing the taste.
She suddenly remembered something and reached deep into the dresser next to the mirror and found one of her vibrators.
"Perfect," she moaned, as she set it to high, and inserted it into the folds between her thighs. The sensation was immediate and incredible. With the vibrator she plunged deeper and deeper into her self. Her clitoris, that swollen bud, was finally and truly being used to its full potential, sending shocking happiness through her.
She was actively moaning and talking along with the vibrator's movement now, chanting to herself. She threw herself back on her bed, the silk-like sheets supporting her. Now she spread her legs wide, up in the air and was moving her hips back and forth against the vibrator. The bed was creaking constantly along with her bliss-filled chanting.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes, God, God, God, OH FUCK, FUCK!"
She chanted and chanted and she moved the vibrator with more and more speed and more and more force. Her vagina was seeping now, and the excitement reaching a head. She was panting and chanting, barely able to keep up with the speed at which she was loving herself.
The beautiful pain was too much, too much, too much
"OH FUCK," she screamed through clenched teeth and the most magnificent feeling in the world filled her body. She went weak and she pulled the vibrator out of herself, letting it drop to the floor and placing her hand over the area that had caused her so much superb feeling, as if the sensation might leave with the juices that seeped out of her.
She lay back on the bed, naked and feeling totally satisfied, totally happy. She smiled and laughed, her flushed face still moving roughly with heavy breaths.
"No one could ever give me this," she thought to herself.
