I watched as the numbers on the gas pump slowly rotated their way through their cycle. It was a hot afternoon, as it usually was during the summer, and I had left work about twenty minutes earlier. The gas light in the car had come on as soon as I started up the engine, but I was certain that I had enough to make it to the gas station. The place I usually stopped at was right at the corner were we lived. I watched cars occasionally buzz down 141; the driver's seemingly oblivious to the world around them. A couple of kids rode their bikes up to the store and emerged in a few minutes with a bottle of Mountain Dew each. It was Friday afternoon and I was thankful that I would not need to think about my job for forty-eight hours or so. Eventually the pump stopped and I replaced the nozzle.
I walked slowly into the store, not in any major rush, just enjoying the late afternoon and trying to switch mental gears from work mode to home mode. After paying for the gas I climbed back into the van and started it up. The CD that was in the player started after a few seconds and I hit the eject button, not really wanting to listen to it anymore. I drove the short distance to our house and found the two boys playing in the pool. The water was so full that it practically overflowed, but they were busy sliding their guys down the slide and shooting holes in various boats. I walked by them and they both said hello to me then in a rush of broken child English explained about the war they were currently engaged in. I had to sit on the steps by the pool to try to follow their narrative. Eventually I was caught up with the story thus far, apparently they were both the good guys and some bad guys had attacked them and they had to sink all of the bad guys' boats. As I sat there watching them, I realized why the pool was so close to overflowing, the water was still on.
I rose and walked to the faucet. As I turned the hose off I could hear the flow of water slowing down until it completely stopped. I told them that I was going inside for a minute, a statement that took a few tries before they both heard and understood it. Walking into the house it was eerily quiet. The air was much cooler inside than outside as the air conditioner was running in the steady fashion that it always did. I cocked my head to the side, trying to hear Raylene's voice; I guessed that she might have been on the phone. But her voice was nowhere to be heard. Oh well, I thought to myself not being overly concerned about anything, she's around somewhere I'm sure.
I slipped my tennis shoes off of my feet and placed them beside the rocking chair. As I walked over towards the refrigerator I stepped gingerly past the cat's food dishes, as I hated to get my socks wet and the water dish was usually spilled. Once in the kitchen I could hear a slight humming sound over the noise of the air conditioner. Ah, I thought, must be in the shower. Even as I thought it, I was pretty certain that it did not actually sound like the shower, but my mind had not yet fully shifted gears so I was still somewhat distracted. I had spent most of the day talking to Raylene on the Internet, it was the kind of conversations in which you say whatever pops into your head but usually forget what you had said a few hours later. I tried to remember some of what we had talked about, but the details eluded me. I couldn't help but smile, as even though I couldn't really remember what we had talked about exactly I had this feeling that it had been a fun time.
I padded over to the refrigerator, and noticed that without my shoes on, I made almost no noise as I walked across the kitchen floor. Opening the refrigerator, however, was a seemingly deafening noise in the quiet of the house. As I pulled my last beer out of the fridge I noticed that the bedroom door was partly open and that there was definitely not the sound of a shower coming from back there, though there was still this soft humming sound, that seemed so familiar but I just could not quite place. I popped the top off the beer and took my first sip of it as I wandered back to check on the boys outside again. They were still playing happily in the water; their shouts of joy and mass destruction seemed to echo around the neighborhood. The humming sound continued to wander around my head trying desperately to find something to connect itself to. There was a loud "Arhgh" as one of the guys plummeted to a seemingly gruesome death in the depths of the wading pool outside.
"Bullshit." I suddenly muttered to myself after taking another sip from my beer as the sound running through my head had finally found something to connect itself to. "Surely she wouldn't." I told myself with a grin as I left the door and started back towards the kitchen and bedroom. As I padded down the hall, the bedroom door getting closer with each step, the humming sound became such that it was absolutely undeniable. A few steps from the threshold to the bedroom, I leaned forward to see past the door. As I leaned forward her feet became visible beyond the edge of the door and then through the crack between the door and wall something else became visible.
I watched enraptured as the whiteness of the vibrator moved lightly within the delicate grip of her fingers. She was slowly rubbing it up and down over her clit, letting the tip hesitate from time to time in certain spots. As her one hand moved the vibrator, her other came up to press against her breast, she squeezed a nipple between her forefinger and thumb causing a long slow moan to escape from her throat. She moved the vibrator back down so that its whole length was humming against her pussy; her hand left her breast and came down to spread her pussy as she pressed the tip into her pussy slightly.
She experimented with the tip of the vibrator for a moment and then slowly began pressing it into her. I watched mesmerized until the whole vibrator was humming deep inside of her tight pussy. The only part of the vibrator was the black battery cover, which she was holding between her fingertips as she rotated the whole thing from side to side. She pulled the vibrator out and then pushed it into herself again slightly faster. She continued the pattern gradually fucking herself with the vibrator faster and faster.
"Oh yes, just like that." I could hear her whisper as her wrist moved the vibrator in and out. She began using her free hand to rub her clit and as she did her whole body quivered for a moment with a moan that was undoubtedly louder than she had intended. I reached down and rubbed the hardness of my cock through my pants as I watched her. She pressed the vibrator into herself again and held it still as her index finger circled quickly around her clit.
"I sure hope your planning on helping me." I heard her say and I shifted my gaze through the crack in the door to her face. I was not completely surprised to find that her eyes were open and she was looking right at me, though from what she had once told me I could not really believe that she could actually see me.
"I was wondering if you'd need any help." I told her as I stepped out from behind the door and was finally able to see all of her at one time. She still held the vibrator inside of her pussy; the finger still circled her clit.
"Well," she said as I knelt onto the bed and she released the vibrator from her fingers, "you know what to do." She finished with a broad smile across her full damp lips. I grabbed the end of the vibrator and began moving it in and out of her, twisting it slowly between my fingers as I did so.
"Something like that?" I asked her teasingly as the vibrator continued its movements.
