Jen: A Blast From The Past - Sex Stories

Jen: A Blast From The Past

... bed. If it was firm enough, she could cover it with something like a towel and grind her pussy against it. The towel would not only aid in keeping the pillow clean but hopefully also provide an additional stimulating texture.Jen grabbed a towel and jumped onto the bed. She pushed the pillow against the headboard and draped the towel over it. For a luxury hotel, the towels were surprisingly rough in texture. Usually, that would be a downside. But, this time, the cheap towel might save the day or at least her orgasm.Jen straddled the pillow between her legs and began to hump it, with her hands gripping the headboard for support. Soon, Jen remembered why this used to be her favorite way to get off. The slightly rough texture of the towel seemingly always hit the spot, and today was no exception.Jen, the businesswoman, was dead. She felt reborn as the sex-obsessed teen who used anything she could get her hands on to get her sexual fix. In a way, Jen had never changed. She had just gotten older, and because of that, it was easy to forget the simple pleasures she used to enjoy.Jen cast her mind back to all those years ago, to the times she did this every day after coming home from her classes. How she desperately tried to stay quiet so her parents would not hear her, only to eventually moan out loud, just because she could not help herself. A sound brought Jen back to the here and now, the sound of her moaning, just like she had done every day after class.Jen felt great. She ...

... approached her climax faster than she thought possible without toys. The only downside was that Jen felt hot and sweaty all over again.“I need to take another shower after this,” Jen thought out loud.At that moment, a tidal wave of memories came flooding back. A shower, Jen used to use water jets from the shower to cum as well. Jen stood up and sprinted to the bathroom. She did not need much time to decide on her best option to finish this masturbatory trip down memory lane. The hot tub had a massage jet. If she liked the showerhead as a teen, a hot tub jet was that feeling turned up to eleven.As a teen, she only had the pleasure of trying it a few times, typically during spa days with friends. As Jen thought back on it, some of her female friends had given her knowing looks whenever she insisted on sitting nearest the massage jet every single time, but at the time, that was not as obvious as it was now in retrospect.Jen smiled and climbed into the hot tub. She positioned her pussy such that it was in front of the jet and immediately turned it on, eager to be reminded of that feeling, the feeling that had been good enough that Jen had been willing to risk getting caught by her friends.As soon as the jet came to life, Jen was surprised. She had remembered it being good, sure, but not this good. In seconds, Jen got hit by a wave of stimulation that, in that moment, rivaled every toy she owned. As Jen thought about masturbating during the spa days with her friends, her body began to ...