Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... deep breath, Joyce announced, “Good to go, Div. Just go easy on me, OK?” Then she let out her breath slowly, relaxing as the air left her lungs, yet watching as the suit grew tendrils from the visor to the corners of the bed, wrapping round the posts, and tightening to keep the device stable. She tries to watch the display, but the Guyver is streaming a massive amount of data, and she doesn’t want to interfere by asking Div to simplify it down to her level. For a while Joyce considers the possibilities of being able to live here, if this does work out, and becoming a farmer to put food on the table, as well as all the gold she’ll be able to mine when she knows exactly where it is. There will be so much to learn, about both of those skills, but she is very confident of her abilities with Div to help her. Eventually her thoughts drift back to physical things, such as the cool feel of the bed beneath her bare skin, the pretty covers so soft to the touch, and how comfortable it feels, despite having laid here for an hour without moving. She recalled the feeling of washing earlier, standing naked in the middle of the room, without the privacy of a small, closed bathroom. She wondered if it was the same for the owner, Susan, when she washed in the same way, the rise of sexual passion at the exposure, the gentle touch of fingers on those private places. Did Susan lay here naked and exposed, bringing herself pleasure with her fingers, or some innocent phallic object like the ...

... personal mop that Joyce had used in the privy. Or was Susan a prude who considered sex a dirty task that was required as her duty towards her husband, just like Joyce’s Mom. Perhaps it was Helen that enjoyed the pleasures of a naked wash in her room at night, followed by the touch of fingers on her sensitive flesh as she lay open legged on the bed in the small room. Joyce’s fingers now roamed the joys of her own breasts and pussy, visualising Helen doing the same thing, keeping the moans of pleasure as quiet as possible, so not to disturb her Mom next door. Joyce didn’t have that restriction, and freely voiced her rising excitement at each touch. It took a few moments to acknowledge Div’s voice on the headset, having lost herself in the scene she was playing out, and the sensual passion rising in her pussy. Div informed her that the scans were progressing well, although it was consuming more power than originally estimated, so he’d cut back on checks he normally made of the surroundings, and Joyce’s welfare, which meant he’d not noticed her masturbation before. He’d been alerted by the power spike of several seconds ago, when Joyce had pinched her clitoris, and told her he was going to harvest her power output to resume the perimeter checks. Joyce just said OK, and thanked him for the update, returning her fingers to her throbbing clit, and continuing her self stimulation. Instead of picking up his scanning duties, Div questioned Joyce about why her output was higher than previous ...