Housesitter - Sex Stories

Housesitter

... heart rate increased. Purposefully now, I spread my legs, bent my knees, planted my feet flat on the bed and pushed myself to a semi-sitting position, never breaking contact with my nipples or my pussy. My pussy was oozing, I moved my index finger back to my tender clit. I rubbed it gently in small tight circles. Waves of pleasure shot up my belly. Unwilling to continue this slow dance toward orgasm I whipped the vibrator from my breasts and plunged it into my pussy. I turned up the speed while simultaneously locating the rotating shaft on my G spot and using my fingers to spread my labia, exposing my clitoris to its vibrating ears. Rhythmically, I began to grind my hips as I moved rapidly and inexorably toward orgasm. I fought for breath between my clenched teeth, my pussy tightened around the vibrator shaft and I moaned audibly when orgasm exploded within me. As the first wave passed, I turned the vibrator to low but intentionally left it gently humming in my over stimulated pussy. As great as this interlude had been reliving some tension and energizing me, I found myself softly screaming “I need a cock and I need to get fucked”. I hadn’t been fucked for months but it was more than that, I missed the feel of another person. Masturbation as a supplement to sex was great, but I was not interested in making it a permanent replacement for being fucked and more importantly having someone’s soft lips and tongue kiss, lick, and suck my breasts and pussy. I needed to find a man! ...

... Suddenly aware of the insufferable warmth of the room and recalling the beautiful day outside, I reluctantly slid the vibrator from my pussy enjoying its hardness and curve against the walls of my vagina as it slid out. I turned it off, licked my considerable nectar from the shaft, and returned it to its place in the nightstand. Licking the vibrator served as a reminder of how much I missed and loved the feel of a cock in my mouth. I rose and stretched again before making my way to the bathroom. The window and blinds were wide open but I didn’t care. I spent most of my time at home naked; part of a growing experiment with exhibitionism. The thought that a neighbor might get a glimpse of me naked was exciting; a feeling that caused me to consider public exhibitionism someday. I paused in front of the full-length bathroom mirror taking a minute to admire my body before I brushed my teeth and pulled my shoulder length blonde hair into a ponytail. I kept myself in shape by running since college when I ran track. My 5’7” and 130-pound frame supported my 34 B cup breasts nicely. I decided to start my vacation with a run. Moving to the closet I pulled a pair of running shorts from the shelf, and a T-shirt, sports bra and socks from the drawer below. Skipping panties as I continued to consider how I was ever going to get fucked! Was I ever going to get control of my crazy work schedule and have time to meet THE guy or was I relegated to a long-term relationship with my assortment of ...