It had been six months since Katie left to go back to South America. Six long months without anyone to play with – six months of frustration with only my own fingers to satisfy my sensitive nipples. – And now, back in my apartment, dressed in only a white cotton top and g-string, I rubbed my aching buds back and forth through the material, releasing my pent up and frustrated feelings.
When fully erect and aroused like this, my nipples extended a full inch. Like long spikes of super sensitivity that send shock waves of pleasure through my body every time I touched or rubbed them.
I lay on my bed, my legs apart as forefinger, thumb and third finger closed around each nipple, flicking, rubbing and pulling my lust filled tips. I was aroused beyond belief! My nipples were never satisfied – they didn't understand limitations to pleasurable satisfaction. I could play with them all night and still want more. But nothing beats the feeling of another woman's lips around my buds, sucking and tugging at my nubs to bring me to a full and satisfying orgasm. Oh yes girls, I am one of those lucky women who can easily orgasm from a few wondrous moments of nipple rubbing. – And as I recently discovered with Katie, only a woman knows how to truly satisfy my lust filled needs when it comes to breast play.
Oh how I miss those lust filled sessions with Katie. Rubbing our breasts together, nipple to nipple, pulling, licking and sucking on each others pleasure points. Enjoying climax after climax. Never before had I ever met anyone who could so completely satisfy me in this way.
I was wet imagining Katie's lips on my suckers – fondling and lapping my points to heaven. My fingers were now working hard to bring me to my rapidly rising orgasm, raking back and forth across my tips, eliciting moans of pleasure as my back arched up to meet my fingers in their wanton rape of my sensitive buds.
I could feel the spasms of delight emanating from my soaking pussy as my fingers start to tug on my shoots – when all of a sudden the buzzer on my intercom sounds. I couldn't hold back – so focused was I on nipple satisfaction and climax that I chose to ignore the intrusion, only for the buzzer to sound again and again!
It was too frustrating for words as I dragged myself from my bed to see who was there. My pussy was still spasming and squelching as I made my way across the apartment to the door. My top rubbed against my erect nipples as I walked, only serving to maintain my aroused state.
When I reached the video interface I was surprised to see the face of a work colleague, Beth, staring up.
'I'm sorry to call on you like this Rachael, but can I see you? I need to talk to some one!' She said between sobs.
'Of course – come on up". What else could I do? She seemed so desperate. I didn't have time to get cleaned up or dressed properly and in a moment she was standing at the door looking dishevelled, crying her eyes out.
'We had an awful row', she said, 'just awful – I caught him in bed with another woman!'
Beth broke down again falling into my arms. 'I didn't know where to go – I'm so sorry'.
'Don't be sorry – look, come over here and sit down and tell me all about it'. With my arm around her I lead her to the sofa. She then told me the whole sordid story of how she arrived home early, and unannounced walked into their bedroom to find this woman on all fours receiving a thorough fuck from her boyfriend.
I held her in my arms as she cried it all out – her head against my right breast.
From the point of inviting her in I had forgotten all about my need for sexual satisfaction, but it was clear that my body hadn't. I realised that a strong sexual aroma was emanating from between my legs and my nipples were still stiff and erect.
I realised that Beth had stopped talking and crying now and seemingly, in a very natural act of comforting, was stroking the underside of my breast whilst staring at the cotton covered inch long nipple right in front of her nose.
