Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... It was just John still gwaffling in his sleep.

With my hand on my breast still under one of John's large old t-shirts, I adjusted the bullet closer and closer to my clit. I was already just so stimulated.

I just kept replaying just how close my lips got to Sarah as the vibrator slid deeper into me, pushed in firmly by the elastic of my panties. In my head I actually reached forward and touched her lips with mine and my fingers grabbed hold of her perfect pert buttocks. It was then my head jumped to the forehand twenty-two years ago. I swung my hand, the ball hit the middle of the racquet, the perfect amount of topspin. It clipped the net and she reached for it, missed and it landed perfectly on the white tram lines. I was so turned on, so ready for this, I moaned and dreamed of my tongue touching hers and I tightly squeezed my nipples between my fingers. It was then my building orgasm came in record time. I gushed and dripped through my panties and into the toilet bowl. As I sat there panting, my memory flowed on, I was victorious, my eyes scanned the sidelines. My mom and dad were there smiling and clapping away. But Rhiannon had vanished. The bitch hadn't stayed to watch me win. I blinked and stared at the wall. Breathing heavily. I couldn't help but stroke my soaking crotch. I whimpered a little longer.

I paused for a second more, still dripping, trying to get my breath. My legs were shaking from the pleasure flowing through my body. For the second time today, ...

... my unfit lungs were found wanting. I turned off the machine. The buzzing stopped. I sat there in the darkness, the silence in the room, bar my heart thumping loudly in my chest whilst still sitting on the toilet were deafening. I removed the vibrator and balanced it on the sink, then grabbed a load of toilet roll, shuffling my buttocks on the toilet seat. I slid down my now wet panties until they reached the floor. I quietly and carefully mopped myself up. On standing up I had to drop my panties straight in the washing basket, there was no way they were going back on. But before I went back to bed, I opened the bathroom window, retrieved my emergency nighttime pack of cigarettes from the washbag, and lit one. Another instant flood of pleasure flowed through my body as I hurriedly dragged on it, whilst ensuring to blow as much smoke as I could out the window. Once I was finished, I was kind to John, I rinsed myself with mouthwash.

I really needed that cigarette. Enjoying feeling momentarily satiated in life as I flicked the butt out the window. I couldn't help but smile at my reflection in the mirror. A delightful orgasm and a cigarette, I was a happy Mary. Climbing still pantiless into bed, John grumbled in his sleep, presumably at the fresh smell of the cigarette lingering in my hair traveling up his nose and tickling his cilia. However, I didn't care, I needed it. As such, I quickly fell fast asleep.

Chapter 3

As expected, however much I tried, I really didn't fit ...