Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 15:43:16 -0600
From: C. Larkin <larkin47@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Videos

"The Videos"
By Chrissy Larkin and Jan Ballance

It's morning and the November sunlight streams into our family room. It 
brings warmth to a house that always seems cold. I'm a housewife and mother 
and this is my own time. My children are at school and the husband is at 
work. I hold a cup of coffee in my hand and stand in front of the window as 
the sun slowly warms my bathrobe and my naked body underneath.

The allure of sex with my husband has long lost its appeal. It's been so 
long since I've felt tender, romantic caresses. He treats me like a vessel 
that must be filled. I don't want that. I want words, kisses, a tongue on my 
hot skin, a smile, a warm embrace.

I look up the hill at my friend Evelyn's house. I crave her companionship 
and think about inviting her over for a cup of coffee. Her phone rings, but 
there's no answer, so I return to our sun-filled family room and look at the 
bare trees.

A familiar ache grows in my loins, in my thighs. I walk over to the TV, pull 
out a video that lies hidden behind some books and slip it in. Sitting on 
the couch, I untie the knot and my robe falls open. My body looks inviting 
in the sunlight and the warmth of the rays increase that tingling sensation.

I pick up the remote and start the video. The hurky-jerky motion settles 
down and the camera focuses. A woman is sitting on some pillows naked. She 
is rubbing her fingers in and out and moaning seductively. The hands quicken 
and the muscles of her thighs begin to tremble. The breathing and moaning 
deepens and then she grunts as her pelvis lifts off the pillows, her fingers 
are now buried deep inside and liquid drips off her hand.

I watch myself on the TV, enthralled at how sexual I am. I made the video as 
a lark, out of boredom and a growing sexual urgency for something new. Now I 
watch myself all the time. I love my new-found exhibitionism, but mostly I 
love watching a woman's nakedness and the eroticism of female sex.

I become wet instantly and rewind the video. My fingers are tweaking my 
breasts and my clit as I begin the movie once again. The first time I 
watched myself, I realized just how beautiful the female body is. I don't 
have a fabulous figure, but I love my soft, hairless skin, the gentle curves 
and the seductiveness of a woman's breasts and loins are incredible, whether 
they are mine or someone else's.

As I watch once again, I find the yearning for the touch of another woman's 
body growing inside of me. I think of Evelyn. I take my time, arousing 
myself, my fingers play a tender tune on my nipples. They quickly grow erect 
and so I lift one breast to my lips and begin to suck, lick and gently 
nibble on them. Oh my, that feels so nice. Now my hand opens the folds of my 
vulva, the fingers grow wet and brush moistly across my aching clit. I 
repeatedly slurp and suck on my round breast and nipple, and flick and rub 
my swollen pussy, which is so alive right now. All the time, I'm watching 
myself, transfixed by the eroticism of my own body on videotape.

The groans coming from deep in my throat escalate as the power of my 
onrushing orgasm begins its final ascent. Once again, on the screen I see my 
hips rise up in joyous ecstasy and that's when I let go and explode, letting 
out forcefully the pleasure that wracks my body. I cry out and the release 
feels so good.

It's when I let myself slide off the couch and on to the floor, exhausted, 
that I realize someone is watching. I turn and see a person's back, then 
hear my rear door shut and see Evelyn retreating quickly towards her house. 
My mind takes off in a million directions, all in a panic. I actually run to 
the door, still partially disrobed, and call for Evelyn to come back. But 
it's too late.

After ten minutes of frantic pacing, I call Evelyn and ask her to come over 
for some coffee. I don't know what I'm going to say to her. She clearly 
sounded reluctant, but finally agreed. We greet each other tensely at the 
door and she apologizes for not knocking. I tell her all is forgiven and say 
I'm just glad it wasn't a delivery man. We laugh and the ice is broken.

Then I ask if she had been there long, and when she pauses, I know she saw 
enough. Blushing madly, Evelyn asks what I was watching. "It sounded quite 
good," she says, giggling. Suddenly I'm stumped. For a moment, I don't know 
what to say, then tell her it's a masturbation video.

"Could I borrow it?" she asks, repeating how much I seemed to be enjoying 
myself. Again, I don't know what to say, but can't think of a reason to say 
no, so I give her the videotape of myself masturbating and tell her to enjoy 
herself, with a wink.

For the next two days, I'm mad with worry and anticipation, wondering just 
what have I done. I keep fantasizing her coming over with the video and 
talking about how it turned her on. Somehow, we end up on the couch together 
in each other's arms. The fantasy goes off in a dozen different directions 
after that. Every one of them more graphic and arousing than the last one. 
Finally, one morning after the kids and husband are gone and I'm once again 
alone, the phone rings and it's Evelyn. Her voice is shaking a little, but 
she says she has returned my video and has left something for me on my back 
porch.

I'm a disappointed she didn't come over, but I say thanks and hang up. 
Outside I find two videos. One is mine, the other is something else. My mind 
and pulse begin to race. In seconds, I'm back inside and my clothes are in a 
pile on the floor as I slip the new video into the machine. My hand is 
shaking quite visibly.

Evelyn is small with short blonde hair and lovely white skin. She has a 
wonderful figure, pert little breasts, small hips, and looks late 20's not 
late 30's. The video begins and she is wearing a lacey, white demi-cup bra, 
matching v-string and lace-topped, white thigh highs. Evelyn stands about 3 
or 4 feet from the camera, grinding her hips, with one hand down the 
v-string and one on her breasts. Slowly, she backs into an overstuffed wing 
chair, and slips off the v-string, spreading her legs and bringing her feet 
up onto the chair.

Leaving the bra on, she concentrates on stroking her puss, which swells and 
opens as I watch. Her inner lips are larger than mine and when she is fully 
aroused, they really protrude amd her pussy is very, very red and wet. Then 
Evelyn pushes her bra up, exposing her beautiful breasts and keeps one hand 
circling her little nipples, while the other rubs her lips. I watch her dip 
her little hand into her puss once more for moisture and then she brings it 
up to her clit, which is very red and erect. She keeps this up for several 
minutes, her ass moving faster and faster and her moans getting louder, then 
she just starts pumping fingers in and out of her slit and rubbing her clit 
with her thumb. Suddenly she comes and I look down and, without realizing 
it, see my fingers buried deep inside of me. I'm gasping and shaking from my 
own orgasm. I can't believe it.

The tape goes dark for a moment and then comes back on with Evelyn, wearing 
only the hose, getting onto her bed. Lying on her back, she strokes her 
breasts, thighs and pussy for almost ten minutes, finally thrusting upward 
with her butt in the air, pounding against the palm of her hand, with three 
fingers inside of her, clearly climaxing very hard. Then Evelyn does 
something I've never tried. Lying face down on the bed, with her legs spread 
and the camera about four feet away, and aimed at her pussy, she puts both 
hands under her pussy and started a fucking movement, grinding her pussy and 
clit into one hand, while the other strokes her lips. She climaxes again, so 
quickly this way, and then flips over, pulling a vibrator out from under a 
pillow and holds it snuggly to her clit, while she finger fucks herself to a 
final orgasm. When she goes limp at the end of the tape, so do I.

I am breathless, a changed woman. There is a fire inside of me that I know 
won't be quenched until I have Evelyn in my arms. I have to have her. I want 
to consume that beautiful, sensuous body. My own body is covered with sweat 
as the quivering aftershocks of my own orgasms slowly fade away. My pubic 
hair is matted and wet, my fingers ache and my pussy is sore.

I've never felt so alive before in my life.

THE END

Comments are always welcome. Please write to Jan jan1452@hotmail.com or 
Chrissy larkin47@hotmail.com