Natalie felt the breeze occasionally reach under her skirt, and it reminded her just how bare and wet she still was.
Lady Charlotte’s maid entered the sitting room carrying a small bouquet of flowers. Lady Charlotte immediately laid aside her novel to receive the flowers.
“Flowers, my lady,” the maid said handing her the bouquet. There was no card, but the flowers themselves carried the message. She ran her fingers over the sprigs of rosemary, the herb’s scent crisp and almost astringent scent clinging to her fingers. So, this will be an assignation that I won’t forget. She mused, considering the herb’s meaning .
The heat broke with sunset. The air was still damp, but finally cool. The temperature kept dropping as it got darker.
I had the house to myself, and I was getting ready for bed. I stayed in shower letting the cool water pull the heat from my skin. I’d been sleeping nude, so I dried off but didn’t bother with clothes. I tied my hair up in a messy knot, wanting its damp weight off my back.
As I was locking up, the breeze flowing through the screen door was irresistible. The yard was dark, and I could see the mist rolling in. There wasn’t even much of a moon.
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Read the entire story here: [Part 1 Working Late] [Part 2 All Wrapped up in Work] [Part 3: What Vicki Did at the Ritual] [Part 4: Victoria Finds Her Man… Two of Them]
Vicki lay back on the pile of cushions shrugging out of the robe so it lay underneath her like a sheet.
Bishara laid beside her, his kohl darkened eyes and shaved head reminded her of Djet, but there was something jarring about seeing the makeup and the ancient affectation on a modern man.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
She nodded, not entirely sure what she needed to be ready for. At this point, she was certain she wanted this magician and not only for his magic.
Julia left her aesthetician’s office, her skin warm and hypersensitive. She’d been going for years, suffering the brief flood of pain for the smooth, hairless mons and labia she had come to love. The drive home was the hardest part, as Julia wiggled and shifted in her car, unable to find relief. Her skin tingled, and she wanted nothing more than strip out of her clothes to remove any pressure from her over-stimulated skin.
Once home, Julia strips as she walks through the door. Tossing her thin summer dress aside, her panties were stowed in her purse, as she had learned years ago that after a waxing she couldn’t abide the feeling of undergarments. The air currents against her newly bared skin made her shudder.
She ran the shower, wanting to wash away any remaining tidbits of wax. The water cooled her over-heated skin, and Julia gently soaped her mons. Her aesthetician was good, and Julia didn’t actually expect to find any wax remaining behind. But she slipped her soapy fingers between her smooth, hairless lips.
Julia had told a lover once that she loved being hair-free because it increased her range of feeling. There was no hair to lessen the tactile feel of a finger or tongue anywhere on her. Like now, as she slowly ran her fingers over and inside her labia, there was nothing between her skin and her fingers. She cupped her hand over mons, letting her finger caress her clit, rubbing it slowly while her palm slid over her newly denuded flesh.
She knew that she should let her skin rest, allow it time to lose some of its pinkness, some of its sensitivity. But the slick skin was already so wet from the cruel waxing ministrations, and she was already in the shower. She continued her slow movements, the water running down her body adding a teasing element. Julia leaned back against the shower wall, the cool tile doing nothing to lessen her heat.
She reached up and removed the shower head and spent a moment getting the water to be the perfect temperature. Julia turned the settings on the device, the rainfall pattern becoming a single jet of water. She ran the jet over her nipples, feeling the water pound on her skin. She gave a small moan, and lowered the showerhead. With her freehand, she spread open her lips, and positioned the spray of water lower.
She moved the water slowly down her chest and over her belly. The water ran down between her spread lips, teasing her with its soft touch. The runoff was never going to be enough to get her off, but she was enjoying the buildup. She inched the water lower, tilting her hips to find the perfect angle. Finally the rough spray of water reaches her tender skin, the skin so newly abused by the waxing. Julia gasps the stinging of the water a wonderfully welcome sensation.
She luxuriates in the feeling, slowly moving the water, always avoiding her clit for the time being. Julia’s frustration builds and keeping herself just on the edge slowly becomes overwhelming. She gives in directing the spray of water directly on her clit and a moan is torn from her. She cums quickly, her pussy clenching, and the shower head slipping from her hand.
When the water sprays past her, pounding the ceiling, she pulls herself together and grabs for the shower head. She replaces it in its holder. She steps from the shower already thinking about how the towel will feel on her sore skin.
I love sending you pictures. I adore slipping off to somewhere private, and slipping off some clothes. I’ve become very adept at taking photos of myself. Finding the best ways to frame my naked, or almost naked body, in the most titillating ways.
Hali lay in the beach soaking up the summer sun. Overhead the gulls wheeled and called to each other, casting brief shadows over Hali.
She lay her back. Her naked breasts rubbed against the rough sand. She bent her legs, enjoying the feeling of moving them. She crossed her ankles and slowly rocked her upraised calves back and forth. She’d chosen a secluded stretch of beach, a place a little too rocky for most people to want to make the trek. Hali wasn’t a big fan of people.
“You want to go to a what?!” Julia couldn’t believe what her friend Vicki was asking. Of course, Julia mused, Vicki hadn’t been the same since she came back from Egypt [part 1 and part 2]. Before her trip, Victoria hadn’t expressed any interest in the occult; however, since she had returned she had an insatiable drive to learn everything about it.
“It’s a coven meeting” Vicki began, but Julia cut in.
“No, this isn’t a praise the god and goddess, dance around a bonfire coven – This is a,” her voice dropped, “a sex cult.”
Julia lounged on the couch, wearing panties and sweat. The weather had taken a turn toward sweltering, and she couldn’t find the energy to do anything other than lay in the path of the oscillating fan.
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We woke up late, and we didn’t rush out of bed. I insisted that I wanted a lazy Sunday, with cuddling and staying in bed.
It started with some playful stroking. I slipped my hands in his shorts, and ran my fingers over his cock. It stirred to life.
I slowly pulled his shorts down. I have him a quick smile, and ran my tongue over his cock. He let out a quiet moan, and I took the head of his cock between my lips. I licked across the head of his cock before swallowing the length of him.
It was playful and teasing, and oh so much fun to hear him moan. But I wanted more.
There was a bottle of lube next to the bed. I grabbed it and generously greased his cock. “You’ll like this,” I smiled at him.
I turned my back to him and straddled him. I aimed his cock at my tight ass, and slowly sank down on his cock.
His hard cock stretched my ass. I moaned in satisfaction as his cock filled my ass. I started slowly riding his cock.
I looked back at him, over my shoulder. “Told you, you’d like this” I purred at him. Because I was riding him reverse cowgirl, I had totally access to my clit.
“Rub your clit, baby” he said. I paused moment, wondering how he knew. “The mirror,” he said. I glanced over, and the full length mirror was at just the right angle to let him watch me.
I smiled at him in the mirror, my fingers on my clit. I rubbed, watching myself in the mirror.
“Cum with my cock in your tight ass,” he said.
I moaned and moved faster, wanting the friction of his cock. I rubbed harder at my clit, feeling my orgasm growing closer. He thrust up, pushing his cock the slightest but deeper, and taking control of the rhythm. He made it faster, harder. I came with a loud cry.
He shifted beneath me, sitting up sightly. “get on your knees” he said. He moved me around, making sure we both were framed in the mirror. I saw myself, ass raised, legs spread with his still hard cock pointed at me. “Come on, baby,” I purred at him, “fuck me.”
He grabbed my hips, plunging get his cock back into my ass. “Watch” he commanded. I turned my head, watching in the mirror. He made eye contact with me. “Play” he ordered. I slid my hand back to my clit. I was already so sensitive after cumming, but I played anyway.
I watched him pounding my ass, and I knew by his thrusts, by his moans he was going to cum soon. I rubbed my clit softly, but quickly. I bit my lip as I came again, my ass tightening involuntarily.
He groaned and pressed deeper, finding his own orgasm. He caught my eye in the mirror. “I like these lazy Sundays,” he smiled.