Night

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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Ground Control

Alice has been aboard the Tau Ceti station for a week.  She’d started to acclimate to the intermittent gravity loss, but it still caused butterflies in her stomach when the gravity turned off.

She was looking forward to her down time.  The engineering team invited her to all sorts of activities, but she just wanted to be alone. Well there was a certain Martian she’d been eyeing, and she’d heard plenty of interesting things about Martian anatomy at the academy.  She was planning a fact finding mission during her six month posting; however, after a week of constant companionship, she was looking forward to having her quarters to herself.  Her roommate, a Terran in communications, was on shift, so Alice would be alone.

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Underdressed

Natalie self-consciously smoothed her dress down, tugging at the hem.  The dress, with its flared skirt, sat comfortably just above her knees, hardly immodestly short.  Nevertheless, she felt immodest.  She couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to this, but she admitted to herself that the daring of it had her already turned on.

The bar was loud and crowded for a weeknight.  Des was already there.  She wove her way through the crowded bar, dodging patrons and servers alike, to the booth where he waited.  She slid into the booth next to him, carefully tugging her dress down.  He noticed; she just knew that he noticed.

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Going Bare

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. waxing 1

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.wax 3

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.

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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.

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Hali’s Day at the Beach

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.

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Rainy Day Lover

It had been days of sodden heat and that anxious pressure that precedes a storm.  It was enough to drive Julia to distraction.  She’d spent the day distracted in the sticky heat, and sunset brought little relief.

She roamed the house, wearing a tank top and panties.  The tv couldn’t hold her attention, neither could a book.  The pressure from the impending storm wouldn’t let her rest.

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Working Late

 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]

6ffc0897926ce4a29ab20f367db16a52When Victoria got the opportunity to go on a real excavation, she jumped at the chance.  She knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

After a month of hard work, she was still excited, but admittedly tired and frustrated.  The work was still fascinating, but the manual labor at the start had worn her down.  Of course, the work was a little easier now that the tomb was open.  With lighting, they could begin the work at night and without the relentless desert sun, the cleaning and documenting of artifacts went faster, and Victoria’s enthusiasm resurged.  Her frustration, however, hadn’t ended.  No one on the crew was interested in her.

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