“I can’t believe I’m back…” I whispered to myself as I closed the journal, my hand brushing the underside of my right breast and later grazing the nipple as I closed my eyes and smirked.
I kept my eyes closed as my right hand continued to feel the soft mound of flesh on my chest. My left hand began to massage another soft spot of flesh, located between my legs. A spot that began to feel warm, a spot that began to ache… The feel of the fabric rubbing against my clit and the sensitive opening that rested between my folds was beginning to be too much to bear.
I slowly lifted my hand from the fabric covering my pussy and immediately slid it underneath, my fingers now making direct contact with where I began to ache from. I began to run my middle finger the length of my slit, moving from the top of my clit to the bottom of my now incredibly moist pussy. Everytime I reached the bottom of my slit, I would just ever so slightly press the pad of my finger inside of my new opening. My index and ring finger would run along side my middle finger, moving up and down in unison, which would cause my new pair of lips to be lightly pinched between my fingers; adding to the erotic pressure building between my legs.
As the pleasure began to build I began to unconsciously move my hips, gyrating them as my left hand began to alternate between running the length of my new pussy and circular motions around the opening. My right hand lifted my shirt and I pinched my nippled as my breasts too began to ache.
The pleasure was building exponentially, I squeezed my nipple even harder. My breathing became heavier. I looked down at my flat crotch, my hand even more vigorously rubbing away at the pussy underneath my underwear. My head cocked back into my pillows as things escalated even further.
I couldn’t take it anymore, the aching between my legs became too much. My left hand stopped pinching my nipple and instead firmly gripped my breast as my right hand went from rubbing to plunging it’s middle and ring finger several inches deep into my pussy. My breathing even ceased momentarily as my system started to become overwhelmed from the crashing waves of pleasure of being penetrated, clit being stimulated by my palm with every thrust. I could feel my left breast jiggling on my chest and against my arm as my movements became jerky, my whole body starting to tense up, flexing in preparation for what had been building between my legs.
I took a sharp inhale of air as a flood of ecstasy engulfed me, my lower lip slowly curled in as I bit it in my euphoria.
As I rode the flood, my body began to release its tension. With my right hand still gripping my breast I started rocking my hips back and forth trying to get just a little bit deeper as I continued to slide my fingers in and out of my pussy. I began to laugh in a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. I tilted my head forward to look down once again at my cloth covered pussy, feeling my skin, hand, and fingers covered in my juices… “I fucking love this body.” I whispered breathily to myself.
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As we approached 10 p.m. my concerns grew, Sarah hadn’t come out of her room since we got back from the beach. Her lunch plate was no longer in front of her bedroom door which means she ate but decided to skip dinner.
I turned off the T.V. and stood up from the couch to get ready for bed when I noticed some faint sounds escaping Sarah’s bedroom. I thought she may have been crying so once again I quietly opened the door. To my surprise I found her vigorously rubbing and fingering her pussy while groping and pinching one of her breasts with a large grin on her face. Her diary lay next to her.
Embarrassed, I quickly and quietly closed the door. I knew it was Sarah inside but to see Stephanie’s body do such things caught me off guard and made me incredibly turned on.
(To be continued…)