I had nothing to do today so naturally I planned to spend the day with my hands down my panties. I woke up pleasantly tingly after having half humped my blankets in my sleep. It happens more and more often lately as my greedy pussy tries to take what it can’t have. Still, I don’t mind trailing my fingers down in the morning and feeling how wet and sticky my thighs are, clit jumping as I run my fingers over my wet pussy and apply just enough pressure to make me moan.
After a nice shower (with some incorrect usage of the shower head) I laid naked in bed, hair still wet, and immediately reached for one of my toys. I bought a beautiful glass dildo and sinking it into my tight, desperate cunt feels better than anything else ever could. The way the cold glass feels against my hot pussy? On some days that’s enough to get me to the edge. With the heavy toy settled nicely into my pussy, I began slowly circling my clit, clenching around the dildo in a steady, predictable rhythm. Even as my pussy got closer to the edge, I didn’t speed up, just kept the same slow pace. It was maddening. I could feel my juices leaking out of my pussy, coating the handle of the dildo so I couldn’t have thrusted it in and out of myself if I wanted to.
At last, I reached for my little bullet vibrator. Touching it to my clit sent lightening down my body and I couldn’t help moaning out loud. My pussy squeezed tightly around my dildo and I rolled over onto my stomach, clenching my thighs together to keep my toys in place. I was ready to succumb to the pleasure, head buried into my pillow, ass up and cunt dripping when a very loud alarm pulled me from my thoughts.
Of course, an unplanned fire drill.
I was so, so frustrated but more than that embarrassed. I scrambled to get dressed and in the rush decided putting on a bra would take too much time. I ended up putting on a flimsy tank top, my hard nipples poking through the fabric, and a pair of leggings with no panties. With each step down the stairs I felt my juices soaking into my leggings, trying to calm my needy pussy as it pulsed around the air. My clit, throbbing with need, seemed to brush against the seam of my leggings with every step. Making small talk with my neighbours outside felt impossible. My cunt was all I could focus on. It felt like if I moved wrong I’d be pushed over the edge and cum right there.
After an anticlimactic 15 minute wait we headed back inside. I saw my toys abandoned on the bed and decided it was probably for the best, anyways. Good girls don’t cum!