Let me introduce myself, I`m Rachael Gordon - Smythe daughter of Godfrey and Mary Gordon - Smythe, I`m 22 years old, five two tall and with a petite 36 x 23 x 36 figure, although I have slightly oversized boobs, baby blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair. People say rightly I come from a privileged background, we live in a Tudor Manor house with 12 bedrooms etc etc, situated in the lovely Cotswolds. I was of course privately educated I now work in Daddies Law Firm in the City of London. Well, I say work, although I`ve passed my Law degree and have a desk and job with the firm I never hardly have to go in and get a rather large salary.
The big plan is for Daddy to retire when I`m ready to take over the reins, fortunately Daddy doesn't wish to retire for another twenty years so plenty of time for me to learn the ropes. In fact, the only time I go into the office is when I arrange a shopping trip to London. In all fairness Daddy is more than happy with our present arrangement, it also keeps Mummy happy because she thinks I`m working at least occasionally, in fairness I do have a couple of my own clients, nothing serious just let`s Daddy justify my salary.
I have a fiancée Mark who also works for the Company as a Lawyer, we met a couple of years ago at the firms Christmas bash and we hit it off pretty much from the word go. Although we are not officially engaged, I am pretty confident he will pop the question probably in six months' time, at Christmas. In all honesty Mark is a bit of an old romantic and our romance with as been very slow, it actually took him 6 weeks to give me a peck me on the cheek and that was after he`d finally plucked up courage to ask me on a proper date. Not what I was used to, the boys at university would be just the opposite and almost have their hand on your arse or up your skirt before introducing themselves. Not that I minded, my finishing school had been very strict in regard to the opposite sex, boys were a definite no, no. Sex education, as they called it had been taken by our Miss Rodgers, a forty something spinster who everyone doubted had ever had a decent shagging in her life
Although I wasn't a virgin when I got to University, I was far from experienced. In fact, my only experience of sex had been a couple of very unsatisfactory attempts with one of our tenant farmers sons, who was a year older than me but with about as much experience, so pretty disastrous as you would expect.
Sexual experiences at university had been better, the crude approaches of drunken fellow students had all been quickly rebuffed, I did however enter into a relationship with a third year and my sex life appeared on the face of it to be good. It also stopped the advances of most other male students, although I was approached by several females who left me in little doubt they would like to have sex with me. I admit I was curious regarding sex with another girl and didn't rule it out, but I had a boyfriend and his attentions were enough. John my boyfriend left after my first year of course I was heartbroken, if only for a week or so, maybe not even that long.
During my second and third years I had four sexual partners, well I say four but it was only three really, I got very drunk one evening and succumbed to a one - night stand, and the walk of shame afterwards, not an experience I enjoyed or intended to ever repeat, I confess I didn't remember anything about the sex apart from being unable to find my panties afterwards, and a rather sore fanny the next morning.
Therefore, after graduation and meeting Mark everything appeared grand. I wasn't too bothered he didn't force his attentions on me and I would have been happy to wait for our wedding night to have sex with him.
Of course, every girl as her needs and my sexual desires were satisfied by my two vibrators, my first purchase had been as a joke for a hen party for Claire Harley-Jones a long - time friend, but had me thinking especially as the bride to be had a grateful look in her eyes when she opened it. Shortly afterwards I purchased one for myself I chose a realistically sized one which resembled my last sexual partner, not the extra huge black one I had purchased for the hen party joke for Claire. After inserting the batteries, I played with the speed control and felt the vibrators movements with my fingers, nothing special to my way of thinking so I tucked it away in the bottom of my knicker draw, and that's where it remained for a couple of weeks without much thought.
One Friday night, drinks after work with Claire and several of my girlfriends had got rather raunchy when someone asked the newly married Claire about her sex life. Claire blushed and offered some vague description, obviously embarrassed and not wishing for her sex life to be the topic of discussion. Susie Everett piped up, "Of course you've always got Rachael`s present to rely on," Lots of laughter and amusement ensued. I noticed Claire had blushed profusely at the insinuation.
When the evening had wound down and was coming to an end, I shared a taxi with Claire and Yvonne Ellis who got out first, then on to Claire`s house.
"Bye Rachael see you soon," She kissed me on the cheek, "Oh, and thanks for the present." With that she was gone.
I didn't think much about her thanks considering she meant the wedding present I had given them a long week-end away in Jersey. Arriving home, I showered and dried my hair standing naked in front of the mirror I admired my naked body, the hours in the gym and a careful diet, yeah, I looked good, I felt my soft skin, nice, examining my pubic hair I decided it needed a trim up. Ten minutes later I had a nice neat landing strip. I felt a little tender where I`d shaved so I got a good drop of moisturiser and attended to the shaving rash between my legs. Going to my knicker draw I found a suitable pair of panties for sleeping in, I find cami-knickers more comfortable than a thong or a G-string for sleeping in when I`m alone.
Just when I`d pulled out a nice new silk pair they must have somehow snagged around the vibrator and it dropped to the floor with a thud. I looked at it for a second before picking it up and replacing it without a second thought in the bottom of the draw, hiding it under my lingerie,
I slipping into my knickers and into bed. I was just dropping off to sleep when for for some strange reason a thought entered my head, what if Claire had been thanking me for her hen present rather than her wedding present. I remembered the look in her eyes when I she`d opened it. I wondered?
Retrieving my plastic toy I returned to bed, handling it did remind me at least size wise of my last boyfriend. I wondered what it tasted like and kissed it, I recalled sucking his hard cock. I turned the vibrator onto a slow speed and ventured to touch my nipple with it, "Mmmmm" not bad, nothing special but okay. A second or two later I moved downwards, opening my legs and running the tip over my pussy lips, quite nice. Pushing a little harder I soon found my little button and the sensation made me gasp, my clit responded instantly, oh my word, I found the speed button and turned it too maximum, my arse was off the bed in an instant the vibrator working its magic, a huge orgasm swept through my body causing me to moan unashamedly.
Wow, that was good, I wondered what it would feel like inside my now wet and randy pussy. I decided to turn the vibrations on to a slower speed and slowly enter my aching quim. My pussy was wet and accepted the vibrator easily, there was no hanging about, full speed vibrations, full speed ahead to a second orgasm. I had never experienced anything so intense I bit my pillow in an attempt to stifle my moans of pure pleasure.
To say I had discovered another woman was probably an understatement I hardly slept at all the entire night, fucking myself with that plastic pleasure giving toy endlessly. I must finally have passed out with exhaustion and awoke to sunlight streaming into my bedroom. The bed was a total mess and felt uncomfortable mainly because a large damp patch under my arse where I was lying. My toy was lying next to my leg, I reached out and grabbed it with every intention of putting it away, but once I got the feel of it, surely one more go wouldn't hurt?
It certainly didn't I brought myself off three times in quick succession before the batteries finally gave up, I spent an hour in the bath my mind in turmoil almost unable to come to terms with the intenseness of my experiences of the past night and this morning. Mom commented I looked particularly radiant later when I ventured downstairs, I turned away as I felt my cheeks redden. There was no doubt I`d discovered the most fulfilling pleasure giver there could possibly be, or so I thought. To say I couldn't get enough of my new toy was an understatement, disposing of the spent batteries was almost becoming an issue.
A girly lunch with Claire was always enjoyable and this Fridays was no different we chatted about most of the usual things, Claire informed me everything was good with her marriage with one caveat, she looked embarrassed when she revealed her sex life was a bit of a let-down.
"He`s very loving and tentative," she said.
"So, you`re not getting enough?" I ventured
