I produced my vibrator from the box, and a tube of lube. The corners of her mouth twitched, and then she laughed. Lara's laughter is so natural and free from pretention, it is very infectuous. I was not sure whether she laughed with me, in surprise and anticiplation, or at me because I had to regress to electric toys in order to find sexual satisfaction, despite my rather stunning looks. Either way, I joined in her laughter.
"Alright then!"
she said, came forward to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Once again, I found myself face to face with her gaping pussy. I smiled at her, stroking across her legs and belly, and across her slit. I put some lube over the tip of the vibrator, switched it on and held it against her clitoris, for her to relax and get back into the mood. She did so very quickly, it is a very well designed device, I know that. I used my other hand to stroke her everywhere I could reach. I then took a larger amount of lube, I lubed her pussy well. I actually rather enjoyed working every fold of her genitals and the inside of her pussy with my fingers, now that i did not feel under pressure to perform. She did not shave at all, not even on the sides, but her pubic haír was naturally quite sparse and soft.
I moved the vibrator up and down her crotch, observing how she enjoyed herself visibly and audibly. I then slid it in, inch by inch, and rubbed her clit with my other hand. It did actually look quite hot, seeing my vibrator disappear into her tunnel. I slid it in and out slowly, at first, but then increasing frequency and thrust. Soon, I was fucking her hard and fast with my electric toy, and she gasped and moved her hips along with my rhythm. I went on at a steady pace. I felt weirdly detached - after all, I was just doing manual labour. I could see her body work, her breasts moved backwards and forwards with her movement that matched the pumping of the plastic penis, she started to sweat. I felt strangely excited about how this strongheaded woman was at my mercy, about my power to make her beautiful strong and slender body squirm.
She cried out when she came and moved her pretty face, her mahogany curls, to the left, then to the right, into the cussion, arching her back. I came back up into the bed and embraced her. I kissed her lips. We cuddled up, and soon fell asleep.
In the morning, I went out to get croissants for breakfast. We held each other by the hand, during breakfast, and we kissed in the doorframe before I went out. I had to go to the office and work a little bit. When she turned around and walked back in, I let my hand slide down her back and across her bum. A rather 'macho' gesture, if I think about it now.
At work, I found it hard to concentrate. It had been awesome, but was it really meant to be continued? Would she sleep in my bed from now on? Would we become lovers, girlfriends? Or would we just pretend nothing had happened? It had been so nice to feel her skin, the human touch. I had been in celibate for too long. I forced myself to finish the highest priority items on my list, but left the office already before three in the afternoon.
I should have known her better than that. She was gone when I came home. All the potential of things getting complicated between us now, adding up to her already fucked up state of mind. She had not left a note or anything, but I was sure she was fine, maybe she was with another friend, maybe she was back with her 48 year old obnoxious boyfriend. I moved the sofa back against the wall and changed the sheets on my bed, not without breathing in her scent once more, before putting them into the washing machine. I took my vibrator to the bathroom, washed it, dried it and put it back in its box. I let myself fall back onto my bed, into the fresh sheets. Absent-mindedly, I played with my breasts. At least, now I know what the kink in my index-finger and the five per cent talk are all about.
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