I found it a few days ago when I was grocery shopping. Strolling down the aisle with my list clipped in place I was slowly wandering towards the area where all the soap and shampoos and other cleansing items were shelved. I was looking for deodorant and I only noticed this new product because I couldn't find the one that I usually buy. But this one, well, it just stood out to me and for one reason only. It kind of made me feel horny.
I picked it up and held it in my hand and glanced around me. The world was exactly the same as a moment ago, people were bustling past searching for things on their lists, woman were pushing fractious children who lolled to the side of their trolleys bored and whiny, office staff nipping in to buy sandwiches or cigarettes or tampons. Nothing had changed except I was holding this deodorant capsule and thinking about it sexually. There was something comforting about its smooth solid shape and it felt strong and firm in my hand. It looked just perfect. I tossed it carelessly into the bottom of my trolley and forgot about it.
A few days later and the deodorant is still sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting to be taken up. I grab it on my way and place it on my dressing table where it sits amongst my perfume and make-up. Nestled between beauty products it looks like a soldier on sentry duty. And every time I come into the room it now catches my eye. It's waiting for me.
Later on and I am late to leave the house. I am late by 10 minutes, but it is Sunday and there is no formal urgency to be exactly on schedule and I force myself to relax and not feel pressured by some imaginary time-keeper watching me. I take another moment to check my outfit. I like attention to detail, to feel dressed even if it is just a Sunday and there is no-one else around. I have dressed in fine navy wool trousers which have a delicate brown pinstripe and a navy turtle neck. My brown leather boots have narrow 4 inch wedged heels which give me purpose and on top of it all I'm wearing a cream shaggy jacket. Today no jewellery and with my hair scraped into a tight ponytail I'm all ready to leave but I still sit and dawdle around on the laptop for another minute or two. I feel restless.
Finally I get up and go upstairs to the bedroom. I want my watch and as I find it on my dressing table and start to strap it to my wrist, I notice the stiff upright form of that recent purchase just out of the corner of my eye. I look up at the large clock on the wall. I am 15 minutes late. I slip off my jacket and pick up the deodorant. It feels so smooth and I can imagine the smoothness rubbing over my pussy, hard like the head of an erect cock.
Suddenly nothing else is more important than feeling that imaginary cock head between my legs. I don't need to undress further and I lie down on my back on the bed, turning sideways a little, and as I spread my thighs I press the head against my turned-on pussy. The trousers are loose and through my cotton panties I can feel all the cock-smooth hardness teasing my pussy as I begin to rub back and forth against it.
I am soon getting lost in a fantasy. RS is in front of me and directing a strange man to rub his erect cock up against my pussy from behind. I am naked in the fantasy and RS is looking me, gauging my reaction as this cock is rubbed over and over against my clit, pre-fluids from this cock and my turned-on pussy making it slippery and penetration is soon going to happen. I try not to show what I'm feeling, I'm doing what I'm told and I don't mind but soon I want this cock inside. Every second is laden with desire and it's getting tenser with RS watching and the man behind acting like he is about to cum.
My head is thrown back and my eyes are closed and I start to fall deeper into this need, I need it, I need to relax and I need to be fucked. At last I start to cum, I feel as if I am falling over a cliff with the gulf between sanity and reason dissolved and distant. The release is huge and a noise is torn from my mouth, and I climax hard.
The next minute I am up and pulling my jacket on. I place the deodorant back on my dressing table and straighten my hair. I smile in the mirror at my reflection. Now I don't feel quite so restless.
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