She turned the key in the lock, securing the room. Carly was very protective of her study, which wasn't surprising really.
In a way, it was the most erotic room of her house. The gentle hum of the equipment inside made her smile as she went upstairs and paused for a moment facing the full-length mirror that greeted her as she entered her bedroom.
She downed the last of her hot chocolate and set the mug on her bedside, barely taking her eyes off her reflection as her blonde curls lapped the sides of her face, complimented by her dark eyes and full-bodied lips.
She slipped off her red silk nightie and let it slide across her skin, fluttering to the ground, exposing the gently tanned 25-year-old body beneath. If she wasn't quite so tired, her favourite vibrator would no doubt be coming out to play β but alas, bed called.
The following day was unremarkable, at least for Carly. Two orgasms before getting out of bed and a third in the car on the way to work. A quick Costa between the multistorey and the university because her self-indulgence had again made her late. And finally a breeze through the doors, safe in the knowledge that she so excelled in her field (which incidentally was astrophysics) that her poor timekeeping was always to be forgiven. Though not unnoticed.
'Where you been? Our results are due in any time,' said an eager technician of some kind.
'Relax,' Carly purred. She couldn't quite tease out any more words. Not only did she have tonight's rendezvous with her girlfriend in mind, but she was also at the mercy of pair of jiggle balls right now which threatened to belie her otherwise cool, professional exterior. Especially given how fast she'd had to walk to get here on time.
The morning was a hectic rush of paperwork mainly, and it wasn't until midday when the pressure subsided that she quite realised how aroused she had become. Flustered, in fact.
'Carly, you got a few minutes?' It was the voice of her head of department.
'Yes, what's up?'
'I'm due at South Campus in five minutes,' he said. 'Walk with me.'
That wasn't exactly what Carly wanted to hear. In fact, the thought of walking now, when her orgasm progress bar was probably at 60% already, was more than a bit of a worry. But her boss knew she had to be on South Campus shortly too, so it made sense to walk together. And that left her very little room to manoeuvre out of it.
So she clenched her teeth and followed him. 'I take it you've read through our findings?'
'Glanced through. It's promising Carly, but to back it up with something concrete would take an enormous study. We'd need, what, at least a hundred volunteers?'
'Mm-hmm,' she concurred simply as the gentle quiver of the balls teased her. As did the aftershave that her Clooney boss wore. Maybe he was 50-odd, but she'd still have ridden him.
'Do you think you can make it work?'
They continued to walk. Carly's heart rate quickened. She wasn't sure whether it was their walking pace that had done it, or the now very real possibility that she might reach orgasm before she reached her destination, whether she wanted to or not.
'I'm convinced I can, yes,' she said, bubbly now.
It was only a short walk but it seemed to be taking forever. The ring binder she carried bent as her grip tightened. These infernal balls had pushed her over the precipice once before, while she was on the Tube β but that was at gone midnight with the entire carriage to herself. This was midday at a busy university with her head of department striding beside her and students brushing past on their way to wherever they were going.
He turned a corner. She almost carried straight on.
'Are you alright. Carly?'
'Ehh, just...a bit hot. Sorry, you were saying?' She knew that her face was flushed; she could feel the glow as she fanned herself a little.
Now there was relief. She had stopped, and so had the vibrations. That only made it worse of course, five seconds later, when they began to walk again and that momentary relief turned to rising panic. Somehow the teasing little stop-start had made her more sensitive, and she knew now that she was done for.
'Listen Carly, what you're doing is exciting stuff...'
*I know that!* she thought as she bit her lip.
'I'm just not sure we can go all the way.'
*I'm about to if I don't stop fucking walking!!*
'It's a shame really, because I'd love to see you bring it to its conclusion,' he added.
*Oh god...*
Her muscles clenched like crazy around the balls, trying to steady them. But that just intensified things. Her legs were beginning to feel weak. It was taking all of her energy and concentration to keep her knees from giving way. Her knuckles were white and a crease had appeared in the cover of her binder. Her forehead sparkled with perspiration. She was screwed.
Five...four...three...
'Okay, this is me,' he said.
Two...one...
They stopped walking, but it was too late.
'We'll have a better talk about this tomorrow,' said her boss.
'Uh-huh,' Carly sizzled.
He strode through the door, with no clue what he was about to miss. There was nothing she could do now. So as the door closed, she gave in and that ring binder crashed to the floor as she herself sunk to her knees and the blur that was her right hand locked itself to her crotch. Climax was upon her either way, but a quick fingertip massage through her trousers was enough to turn stifled pleasure into skin-rippling bliss. She managed to keep her usual vocalisations down to a careful squeak or two β and just thanked her lucky stars that no-one was around. If her boss had fancied an addendum now, she'd have been sunk.
Through deep and difficult gasps, she endured the full force of orgasm.
A tutor rounded the next corner. 'Hey, you okay?'
A startled gasp. 'Shit...ehh, yes! Just dropped this...'
The trusty ring binder gave her a much-needed alibi, and the other woman wandered off, bemused and probably not convinced.
'Fuckkk,' Carly muttered as she regained control.
For many, that would have been enough excitement for one day. But Carly being Carly, just had to top it off with another orgasm β albeit this one obtained in front of the mirror in the nearest toilets she could find. They were handy not only for privacy, but also because there was always a mirror on the wall.
'My god, I'm gorgeous,' she ogled her own reflection as she fingered herself.
As orgasms go, it was good β but frustratingly it didn't quite match the unplanned nature of her close call in the corridor.
The rest of the working day passed uneventfully (well, compared at least to the morning's fiasco), particularly after Carly removed the mischievous balls and concealed them in her handbag. Nevertheless, as the appointed hour of home-time approached, her anticipation began to grow again. She was in a particularly wicked mood now, and that made her nervous.
She got home shortly after 6pm, and as she wandered into her flat, her senses all atingle, she sniffed the air gently. Mmmmm, Gucci Guilty; the scent of her partner, you could say. She giggled a little, knowing it was to be another mind-blowing evening, and then slipped into the kitchen for a glass of red wine.
A few sips later, she climbed the stairs. Her proverbial other half was there, just as she knew she would be, draped across her favourite chair in the window, wearing only two things: a necklace chain with a little key on it, and an eager smile.
Carly put the wine on her dresser and looked her up and down slowly as her lover gazed back with equal admiration, their eyes radiating a playful desire off one other. The air as always seemed to warm up between the two, and Carly had never quite managed to figure out whether it was something about the chemistry, or just her excited imagination making her blood run hot. Either way, once in this position, faced with a woman every bit as beautiful as herself, she knew there was nothing either of them could do but surrender.
The erotic intruder gazed on as Carly removed first her jacket, then her figure-hugging top, and then her bra. All three items were cast to the floor like they were of no consequence, and the sight of Carly topless and in only a pair of tight jeans tantalised her lover to her feet.