House to Myself

Ok, ok.  I'll tell you one of my stories.  But just one tonight.  I gotta save some, right?  I know you love knowing this stuff about me, but I never really thought I'd ever tell anyone!

Ok, this one happened when I was still living at home.  At that time, it was a crime of opportunity, and most of the opportunities I had were either right after I went to bed, or in the morning when it was my turn in the bathroom.  So most of the time I was naughty, that was when I did it.

This story, though, is about one of those wonderful times when I came home and found myself home alone!  Since that hardly ever happened, there would always be a note from mom about where she was, and more importantly, when she'd be back.  When I read those notes, my heart would start beating and I would get so excited.  I was going to be able to masturbate any way I wanted, and I could be as noisy as I wanted, and being naughty was exciting, and so was getting naked, but I knew that wasn't even the best part!

I did different things on those days, but I'm only going to tell you one of them.  Can't give away all my secrets at once!  So on this particular day, I was wearing a yellow t-shirt and that little skirt you told me you liked.  I put down the note, then took off my shoes while my little mind was busy formulating a plan.  Oh, it knew what it wanted to do.  I went down the hall to my room, took off my socks, and reached under my shirt, undid the bra and off it came!  You've seen me do that trick before!  Then, I unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt, and let it slide down my legs.  I was ready to get down to business.

I went to the bathroom, and closed the door.  At this point, my little heart was starting to rev up.  It knew something good was coming!  I pulled open a drawer, and pulled out that ancient massager we had in there.  It looked like it was from 1950, hah, but it worked fine.  It had these handles on it you put your hand through, and I guess you were supposed to massage the person while it vibrated your hand.  After I found it for the first time, it didn't take me long to find a better use for it!  Maybe I'll tell you about that some day.

Ok, I know you like details, so at this point I'm only wearing my t-shirt, and those silky white panties - the same kind I was wearing the first time you so expertly (ha ha) fondled me down there.  That was fun, by the way, even if you didn't really know what you were doing!  I remember how that felt - what?  Oh, yes, sorry, back to my story!

So I never just put that thing on me and waited.  No, I had to give myself a little foreplay.  I always did when I masturbated.  So whether I was using the massager, bouncing on my belly, or laying on my back in the shower with my legs apart and my hands coated in conditioner (or any of the other ways I did it!) I always did at least a little bit of teasing before I got serious about it.

So on this particular day, I sat on the floor, and gently caressed my body all over, using my fingers, and my fingernails.  I  touched my belly, my thighs.  Yes, I know I don't like my legs that much, but it didn't matter to me when I was playing!  Ok, so my belly, my thighs, my hips, I'm really starting to get into it, and my hands started sneaking up to my nipples, through the t-shirt, until my clitoris was screaming for attention.  But I had to tease it, so it took me a while to work my way down my shirt, over my tummy, and then down the front of my panties, barely touching, dragging my fingernails lightly over my vulva through my rapidly dampening panties.  Then maybe on to my inner thigh, back across my vulva, and to the other thigh, not giving in to the strong desire to peel off the panties and do what I knew well how to do!

After a few minutes of this, I would get into a place where I was insanely aroused, and ready to get to it.  You know, when we are having sex and I beg you to put it in me?  It is that same feeling, except then you weren't around to take care of it, so I was on my own!  But it was OK, I was a professional by that time!

Ok, so the cord for that massage was too short to use on the floor, so the horny monster on the floor had to stand up for the next part.  I would pull my shirt up over my arms, but leave it hanging around my neck.  This might seem silly, but I knew I could see myself in the mirror behind the sink, and having my breasts exposed like that made me feel, I don't know, naughtier?  I think it had something to do with how I would have felt if someone had walked in on me.  The more ridiculous the position, the more arousing it was.  So weird, I know.  In my brain, I think the thought process was "I'm so horny, that I would do THIS!"

Ok, so now I'm seeing myself in the mirror, dressed only in those little white panties, t-shirt around my neck, and I'm strapping the massager on to my hands.  I could feel the wetness - my vagina, my vulva, the panties.  Everything is wet!  Had you walked in on me, I would have been an animal - stripping off your pants and riding you like - oh yeah, sorry!

Ok, I switch on the massager.  I wait a few seconds to get used to the feeling on my hand, then I slide my vibrating hand down my hip, so that my fingers slide down between my vulva and my thigh.  I start to feel the vibrations in my clitoris, but I move it away, down my thigh, slowly across my vulva, OH MY, THAT's NICE, and down my other thigh.  Back and forth, oh god, it feels so good, my heart is pounding in my head, my legs are starting to shake, I can barely stand.   I can't take it any more.  I slip my fingers under my panties, and brush them gently up and down my sopping vulva, down to my vagina, back up to my clitoris.  It is coming, I know it.  There isn't any stopping now.  Up and down, up and down, oh god why does this feel so damn good?  Oh god, I love masturbating!  I love sex!!  I love everything!!

Suddenly - no, it wasn't sudden at all - my body bursts, and I have a huge orgasm.  My legs barely keep me upright, I let out a low moan of extreme pleasure.  I'm staring at the image in the mirror in wonder - it can't be me doing that, feeling that.  Skin flushed, nipples erect, bent wobbily legs, and in the throes of orgasmic ecstacy.  But it was me, and I love that it is!  Slowly, the waves of pleasure fade, and slowly a sense of normalcy and relief return.  I sit down, spent.  But I can't for long.  I can't be found like this, sopping wet, using the massager for THAT, with hardly any clothes on!  That's not something SHE would be doing, right?  I wipe up, carefully return the massager, place my shirt back where it belongs, and go back to my room to recover.