Our playtime with my new toy went on for several weeks. They mostly started with Alice phoning me with a plaintive voice.
"I'm bored," she would invariably start off, "can I come round to play?"
I could never resist her pleas so of course I always ended up saying yes. After a few times we got into a pattern. I'd immediately dash upstairs and make sure the bedroom was tidy and any dirty clothes thrown into the laundry basket and the bed, at least was looking respectable. If I had time before the doorbell went, I'd strip off completely and put on a bathrobe. It just saved time later on.
I'd dash downstairs when she rang the bell and let her in, trying not to appear too eager or excited. I don't know why I bothered as she was already straight past me and heading for the stairs. She was also dressed ready for action wearing just enough to appear respectable in the short journey from next door. Usually, a t-shirt and a skirt or pair of shorts. This day she also had a plastic carrier bag with her. Her top was often gone before she got to the top of the stairs. I followed at a more leisurely pace and by the time I got to my bedroom she was already naked and rooting through the wooden box I'd found to keep all the accessories in.
She always started with her favourite which was the one that she told me most resembled her rabbit. I tugged at the belt of my bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. So much for my tidying up. I knelt next to her and pretended to rummage through the box.
"You're in a hurry," I commented, "where's my kiss."
She looked forlorn and guilty, so we stopped long enough to kiss but she was eager to get going. She quickly fixed her chosen implement on the machine and climbed on. The horny bitch was already wet, and it slipped inside her easily. She reached for the remote, but I beat her to it. It was part of our unspoken rules.
Her eyes pleaded with me to turn it on, but I let her suffer for a moment. Things between us had changed so much in so short a time. We were lovers of a sort, although only by proxy. The machine held us together but that was as far as it went. I had spent all my adult life enjoying other women, revelling in the most intimate taste and smell of them and yet I had not got that far with this woman. Despite the fact that she was naked in my bedroom and impaled on my wonderful machine. Despite the fact that I was responsible for bringing so much pleasure into her life, so many countless and earth-shattering orgasms, I still wanted more of her, but I was nervous to push her to that next level.
I shook myself out of my daydream and started her off at level one. She immediately closed her eyes and reached out a hand for my support. She knew this was only the beginning. After two then three she started to lose touch. I moved next to her so that she could lean on me. I loved the feel of her nakedness against mine, and this close I could smell her arousal as she started coating the dildo with her juices. I took her up to five.
I put the remote down beside me where it would be easy to find and reached out and cupped her breast. She hardly noticed. I leaned in and took her nipple into my mouth. This had become part of our playtime, so she barely noticed but today I was feeling bolder. At seven my mouth left her nipple and began planting kisses lower and lower. I tongued her navel and then moved on. Down here the smell was even more intense and the buzz from the machine almost drowned out the squishing noises coming from her pussy.
She was so close it was hard to focus so I had to go by instinct and years of practice. I had to share her clit with the 'rabbit' part of the dildo but that was fine. I flicked out my tongue and licked her clit. She must have sensed something new as I felt her tense up. Blindly my hand found the remote and turned it up another notch. Now her tension was coming from elsewhere. I began to explore further, probing with my tongue, reaching down between the folds of her labia. She tasted divine.
I must confess here that this wasn't my first taste of her. On previous playtimes, after she had left, I had taken what we had used that day to the bathroom to be washed. Every time I couldn't help myself, but I felt compelled to taste the one she had used. One time I even saved it and took it to bed with me after she had gone. I licked it clean while I dreamt of her.
But now this was her for real! Somewhere on the edge of my hearing her breathing changed, and her moans became louder and more shrill. And then it happened. Obviously, it wasn't the first time I'd been with her during that magical moment, but I'd never been this close before and it came as a bit of a shock.
Some women are said to be squirters. We've all seen it on videos, but I've never actually experienced one so I'm really not sure. Others are the more discrete type, of those I'd had a few. Let's just say that Alice was somewhere between the two. For want of a better word ... she was a gusher. It took me by surprise that first time. Her climax produced what I felt was huge amounts of her juice, most of which landed on my face. Not that I minded. I hadn't expected it, but it was a thrill nonetheless.
I licked and swallowed as much as I could. It didn't compare to any previous secret samplings I'd made behind her back. They were delicious but this was something else. I don't think I'd ever tasted anything so good in my life. Her hands were on the back of my head holding me in place, not that I was going anywhere. Her fingers gripped at my hair as she cried out, almost as if in agony.
Slowly her fingers relaxed, and I could here her rasping breaths return to somewhere near normal. I managed to swivel my head and take a breath and looked up at her. She was staring down at me with a look of confusion and awe.
"What ... what did you just do?" she asked between gasps.
It seemed pointless to answer her, so I gave her clit another kiss before turning off the machine. I rolled onto my back and rested my head in her lap and looked up at her.
"Did you just ...?"
I nodded. It must have been obvious anyway. I could feel her cum soaking across my face. I must have looked a mess.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry. Look at the state of you. Did I do that?"
"We did it and, before you start, I loved every moment."
"We've never done that before," she said with a dawning realisation.
"No, we haven't," I agreed, "are you ok?"
I needed the reassurance, her promise that I hadn't gone too far. She nodded, unsure of what to say. I took this as a good sign. She reached down and touch my sticky face. It was an almost apologetic gesture. I rolled sideways and got to my hands and knees.
"I need to go and freshen up," I said, and hauled myself to my feet.
I made it to the bathroom and splashed water over my face but not before taking one last lick around my mouth. I wanted to preserve that moment forever in my memory. When I went back, she had removed herself from the machine and was sprawled on the bed. She was clutching the carrier bag she'd brought with her. She looked sheepish.
"I ... I've got you a present," she said in a tiny voice, "not a present exactly but a loan."
"A present?"
"You said you'd never used one so I thought you could borrow mine for a few days."
She shyly held out the carrier bag to me. I went over and sat next to her on the bed and took it warily. With a plastic rustle I opened the bag and peered inside. Lying at the bottom was something I recognised from various videos. She had brought me her rabbit! I looked at her and smiled and then reached into the bag and pulled it out. I looked at it closely. It was a complicated device, but I could work out the two important parts immediately. I was no stranger to vibrators or dildos, having a variety of both stashed away in my bedside cupboard, but this boasted an extra part. It helped to explain her liking for that particular accessory from the machine.
"For me?" I asked her, grinning from ear to ear.
"Only a loan," she replied and giggled, "I can't do without it for too long."
"I can't wait to try it. This evening is going to be such fun."
