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Cleaning
It happened just last week, but I can't get it
off my mind. I just moved into a new place last
Friday so I took a day off work to finish
cleaning my old apartment, just to make sure I
got my full deposit back. I never would have
guessed it would be an amazing erotic
experience. I arrived around ten with my hair in
a ponytail, no makeup, wearing a baggy pair of
gray sweatpants, and a plain white tee shirt. I
didn't really have that much to do; all the
furniture was out and most of the cleaning was
done already. I just wanted to do the
refrigerator, oven, cupboards, and steam clean
the light beige carpet in the hall and living
room. I made quick work of the kitchen and
started in on the carpeting. The steam cleaner
is one of those small home units that I borrowed
from my Mom, much like an vacuum cleaner; after
a bit, it got heavy -- and I got hot.
To cool off, I slipped off my sweatpants. I
didn't think anything of it, and finished the
rugs. While I was checking the other rooms,
making sure I didn't forget anything, I caught a
glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. My
face was flushed, my hair had started to fall
out of the ponytail, and a few strands hung down
by my cheeks. I could barely see my panties
peeking out from under my tee shirt. I was
wearing a pair of gray cotton panties, nothing
special or attractive, but that's what caught my
eye. It must have been just the right angle,
because I looked, to myself, well, sexy.
Just thinking about it made my nipples grow. My
breasts are small, only a B-cup; my areolas are
also small, about the size of a quarter, and
brown, but my nipples, when hard, are over a
quarter-inch. I pulled the tee shirt up a bit,
uncovering my navel and my left breast, and
there I stood, in the bathroom, adoring myself
in the mirror, slim waist, flat stomach, gray
panties, erect nipples. I could feel a surge
deep inside me, a rush of sensuality, the
ensuing heat between my legs.
In the mirror, I watched one of my hands make a
slow, purposeful trip up my stomach and brush
against my left nipple. The sensation rolled
down my spine. I circled my nipple with a single
finger. Then the other hand joined, giving equal
attention to the other nipple. It had been a
while since I had last pleasured myself, but I
could sense the foundation of an orgasm being
laid by my gentle self-caresses. I took my
breasts in my hands and squeezed them, rolling
my hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
I shuddered as I came, the orgasm pitched within
me and I felt a warm secretion between my legs.
I put one foot up on the counter and pushed my
hips forward. As I hoped, expected, on the
crotch of my panties, a diamond-shaped dark spot
was growing and elongating toward my ass.
I put my foot back on the floor and slowly
pulled the tee shirt off, stopping with my arms
bent over my head to admire my firm, round
breasts, and long dark nipples. I wanted someone
to be licking them, sucking them, but I could
only look at them in the mirror, seeing myself
as a lover would see me, ready, which added to
my excitement. I tossed the shirt to the floor
and began to caress my breasts again, this time
more robustly, pinching and twisting my nipples.
I could feel another orgasm cresting. The
wetness in my panties was becoming
uncomfortable, so I removed them as well, quite
matter-of-factly. I lifted my foot once again
onto the counter. This was my first glimpse of
my pussy, smoothly shaven only the day before. I
touched the very tip of my clitoris, alight with
excitement, and slowly spread my swollen labia.
My fingers felt a tad cooler on my pussy than on
my breasts, the chill added voluminously to my
titillation. My orgasm was almost at hand,
needing only a small jolt to arrive. I placed my
forefinger upon my clit rubbed back and forth
slowly. I felt the rush again, the quiver from
within; I bent forward to get a better look at
my pussy, watching myself cum, watching the
trickle of opaque white liquid run down toward
my ass.
My excitement level was almost unbearable. I
needed something in me, a vibrator, fingers,
anything to stretch out my constricting pussy. I
was naked and horny in an empty house, without
even a bed to lie down on to finish myself off.
I felt suddenly, inexplicably desperate. I did
not want to lose this amazing feeling, so I took
the few steps into my empty bedroom. I knelt
down on the floor and then laid back. The sexual
memories of that bedroom flashed in my mind, the
place where I was first with another girl, a
place where I've masturbated many, many times.
It was as if I was watching movie clips of my
sex life in my mind: my fingers in my pussy, a
dildo, Shelly, my first, slipping my panties off
and tonguing my dripping cunt, tasting her as
she came, her cum thick like cottage cheese on
his lips and chin. These memories flooded my
mind; all the while I rubbed my tits with one
hand and the exterior of my smooth pussy with
the other. I could feel one more cum beginning
to pulsate, announcing its intention.
I spread my pussy lips and slowly sunk in two
fingers. I was already so wet that two slipped
in easily. I began to pump them in and out; I
want someone here, perhaps a strange girl I
meet, sharing this with me; I don't even know
her name. I want to smell the mixture of sweat
and perfume, and the heat of her breath, like an
elixir to me, as she whispers dirty talk in my
ear. I want her to use the word cunt, and how
she is fingering my cunt: Oh, I want to cum! I
lay on the floor of my old bedroom, slamming my
fingers in and out of my pussy, the word "cunt"
echoes in my head; so I say it, aloud, to
myself, and to my fantasy stranger; and I cum
again, the warm stickiness on my fingers as my
pussy tightens around them.
When the orgasm has subsided, my excitement has
not. I can't stop thinking of this room and my
experiments. One thing, however, will not leave
my mind, one thing I have not done. As I lay on
the floor, I decide to try one last experiment.
I have heard about doing it, thought about it,
talked about doing it, but I have never done it:
that is, peed as part of sex. Shelly wanted me
to try it, yet I couldn't. But in that room,
alone, horny, for the last time, I did it. I
spread my legs and lifted my ass off the floor
and held my up my hips. I trembled from
excitement. It took a moment, but I started to
pee. What a feeling of unbelievable freedom. My
own urine streamed out of me in a long arching
trajectory across the room. I could only watch
the pale flow and listen to it splattering on
the carpet. When I was finished, it took only
minimal touch to my clitoris for one final
orgasm, one last one in this room, my nipples so
hard they hurt, my body on fire, a fitting
denouement.
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