Good Clean Fun Part 1

   It had been a train-wreck of a day and I was in no mood to go anywhere but my friends insisted I meet them in some new club or other later on. But it's Saturday night they whined pathetically down the phone. So pathetic but such a good argument. I muttered something about not feeling up to it and agreed to go next time. I badly needed to wash the feeling of work that day off my skin. Reaching my front door after what seemed like hours on the train, I couldn't wait to fling my keys down on the hall table and throw my workboots under the stairs, overalls and underwear in a crumpled heap where they landed. I changed my mind from a quick, cleansing shower to a long, hot soak in the bath and padded upstairs in just socks. With the tap running and some of my favourite bubble bath poured in I thought- might as well enjoy myself before bed, I knew the next day at work wouldn't be any better. After fetching a glass of wine and some candles, I laid out clean clothes on the bed, the satin nightdress no less, some luxury after a heavy, sweaty day. I sipped my wine before heading for the bathroom.
   The thick, steamy air was filled with the scent of coconut and the light from the candles danced in the mirror as I slid into the smooth, foamy bubbles that filled my corner bath. I turned off the taps, switched on the radio and checked the time, quarter to 9. Leaning back into the hot, relaxing water, I took a deep breath then immersed myself. I hadn't really needed to wash it but I enjoyed the feeling of my wet hair clinging to my face and shoulders. I reached for a small bar of pink soap and began to slowly massage my skin with the delicate froth it produced. Taking a few more sips of the wine and carefully placing it back on the side of the bath with my free hand, I carried on rubbing the bar along my leg until it reached my thigh. Carefully, I dropped it back into the soap dish and reached back down, sliding one hand along my stomach and hips as I did, reaching for that sweet-spot I knew so well while caressing my breasts with the other. Gently, I moved my hand back and forth, back and forth in time to the music. I couldn't wait. Reaching into the bathroom cabinet, I fumbled in the darkness until I found what I had been searching for.
   I laid back and pushed the thick shaft of my vibrator against myself, set to low. Slowly rocking back and forth with the beat, I slid it up inside me and set the vibrations higher. With one hand still on my breasts and the other holding onto the base of the toy, I licked my lips. Catching sight of my shadow on the wall, I began to move faster, pushing the shaft in harder. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans but nothing could stop the waves of pleasure coursing through me. My heart raced and my back arched, water splashing up onto the candles, throwing me into darkness. I didn't care- I was too close to notice anything. The radio crackled and lost signal. Thighs aching and legs shaking with the intensity of it as I leaned back into the blissfully hot water to catch my breath, a haze of white noise drowning out my last gasps.

A little something that may have happened once...

   Walking to the common room late that evening, under the vague pretense of waiting for someone else but knowing that she had already left hours before, chest heaving and heart racing beneath my blouse, thighs burning from the effort of taking the stairs two at a time to reach you that one moment sooner...
   You would be playing pool with the other two as usual or at least I desperately hoped that today you would be. Breaths coming easier, I slowly walked up the corridor, the burning pain in my thighs giving way to warmth as I thought of you there, your light cotton shirt unbuttoned in the summer heat, openly showing your athletic torso, my mind a thick fog of lust. Oh how I hoped you would still be there, waiting, for me? What was I doing?! I gently pushed open the door scarcely daring to breathe as I saw your tall, slim body, draped across 3 chairs as you sat, alone, eyes closed.
   "Hey," my voice shook,  "where are the others?" You opened one eye slowly and tilted your head back to look at me, such beautiful eyes I thought I might melt. "Gone already, I'm just waiting for someone."Oh," by now I was trembling, hoping he would miss the disappointment in my voice "anyone special?" I managed the faint flicker of a smile. "No, not really. Looks like I'm on my own anyway though."
   "That's not true, I'm here." I tried to purr confidently but my heart had begun to pound again. He almost seemed to glide to his feet, standing so close I could see the faint mist of sweat on his bare chest from the brutal summer heat, the hazy July sunshine dancing on his very skin. He must have caught me looking because he had his head on one side when I finally flitted my eyes back to meet his. "Seen something interesting?" He smiled, eyes reaching into mine so deep I could almost feel it, he must have sensed my lust, bubbling up from deep inside me. "No, no," I flustered, a little too  quickly "I mean, it's nothing. Would you like to come home with me? That is, take me home...I...I mean...oh no" I dropped my gaze to the ground, humiliated, colour rising in my cheeks. I felt the soft skin of his hand touch my chin, lifting my head gently.
   "Well, I would, but theres something I have to do first" I finally met his eyes after what felt like forever "What's that?" I asked, hardly able to speak. "This..." He leaned in close to me and pressed his mouth to mine. Shocked, it took a moment for me to register what was happening. His hand had found my waist, sliding down to my hip and up under the black fabric of my blouse. Our lips already connecting us, I snaked one hand around his neck and pulled him closer with my other on his bare back beneath his shirt. I could feel him pressed against me and knew he wanted his as badly as I did. Winding my hands around his shoulders, I pushed his shirt back along his strong, powerful arms and before it had even hit the floor he pushed me back, toward the pool table, opening my buttons as he did. Running his warm hands up the inside of my thigh I felt him do what I had dreamed of for so long. Pushing my skirt up out of his way, he smoothly pulled down my underwear in one swift movement. I had to have him, I could barely wait. His jeans already undone, he lifted me effortlessly onto the edge of the pool table.
   Hands shaking I held onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he gently slid inside me. Instantly the nerves that had been holding onto me were gone, all I could see or feel was him, all around me, inside me. My tongue entwined with his inside my mouth, or his, I'm not sure. I had never felt anything like it before. He was so deep inside every part of me, I felt myself begin to shake. His every movement made me quiver, each time he gently kneaded my breast through the pink satin of the bra I'd chosen especially for today, my knees buckled. I felt every pulse and thrust as though for the first time, exaggerated by my lust and his rough quick movements. I tried desperately to stifle the moans I knew were coming but with no luck.  Moving more quickly, I felt him swell inside me just as my own body pulsed and bucked, exploding into dazzling starbursts for what felt like hours.
   We stayed there a moment, hot and shaking while our bodies recovered. Realising what had just happened, I avoided his gaze, dressing quickly. As I grabbed my bag and reached for the door, I felt a hand on mine. "Hey, calm down." I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, it's just that..." My words faded to nothing as he kissed me again, gently this time. Wrapping himself around me, I my panic began to fade, my heart slowed. Head on his chest, I could feel his pulse- much faster than mine had been. "Still want walking home?" he smiled down at me. I nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. He took my hand and walked toward the door. It wouldn't be the last time we were late home...