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Erotic Story: Another Afternoon in Paradise

There was a lot of yard work to be done. I did a lot of digging and heavy lifting but I didn't want to overdo it knowing that we'd have the house to ourselves for sex last night. God help me if I ever have to say I'm too tired. Sleep is never the same without an orgasm or more first. In fact, let me fall asleep or die having sex, if there's a choice.
The afternoon sun was very hot and I was thirsty. I put down the shovel and went inside. I scrubbed my grubby hands clean (how do they get so dirty with gloves on?) and got a cold bottle of water. Might as well cool off and read some blogs. I was still too hot. I went upstairs to change out of my sweaty clothes. I wanted a cool shower but there wasn't enough time.
I removed my clothes and got the hand mirror to look at my pussy under the guise of checking my IUD. I've been wondering if its doing alright in there. I finger myself but I can't tell. I'll have to see the doctor soon to check it out.
My fingers are still very cold from the water bottle and they feel good. And I like looking as I touch. It's like it's someone else.
I turn on the electric vibrator and place it beside the mirror on the floor and kneel over them. Now that I shave, I like looking at myself. There's a lot more to see without any hair in the way. I can't believe I was so hesitant to do it. I never thought about going down on a woman until I saw myself shaved. Now I can imagine myself doing that, making a woman slowly squirm and moan and gush and scream the way the Caveman does me.
To get an orgasm from the vibrator this way (kneeling over it, hands free), I have to stay absolutely still in one position, no matter how weak or strong the feeling is. The vibrator isn't going to follow me around like a penis or a hand to finish the job. It just stays there, happily buzzing on the floor. The thought of having to stay still when I want to escape the intensity gets me turned on. I am going to be taken by a vibrator.
The one I used many years ago had a photo of a 1950's housewife on the box. She stood there with her 18" waist, apron tied tightly over her dress, tenderly placing the vibrator on her poor sore neck while stirring a pot on the stove. I always imagined her going to town on herself when the photo shoot was done. Maybe the photographer helped too.
I pause for a moment wondering if the Caveman could hear the buzzing sound from downstairs. No matter. I have to do this. I have tingles all over my body.
I close my eyes and lower my pussy onto my little buzzing friend, as if fucking on top but it's just me and the vibrator. I wish I had a dildo to sit on. A flexible, vibrating dildo. The little tip of the vibrator enters my vagina. I feel another rush of wetness run down. I want something big to fuck me. And a penis in front of my mouth to suck on. But the persistent vibration draws all my attention to one central location.
I swell with fullness.
Time to brace myself. I settle in with the vibe just below the clit hood, pressing myself onto it. My hips are almost to the floor, down between my bent legs. My mouth falls open, wanting to kiss. My nipples harden, sending a sharp grabbing feeling through both breasts. I am completely aroused. I cannot move. I want to move. I stay still.
I'm breathing much faster, dying to rock back and forth; have something fuck me really hard. I could bail out now with a good level of pleasure but I want to see how long I can stand it.
I'm desperate to move; to pick up the vibrator and press it right into myself. Oh, where is a dildo when you need one? It's way too intense, staying right there, keeping the feeling all in one place. It's like I've mentally tied myself up and had my way with me. I feel another gush of wetness. My legs are trembling. I start moaning. I keep my hips steady and close my mouth to keep from screaming. I'm trembling so hard, I lose my position for a moment and the vibrator tips over. I cannot be stopped. I quickly put it back in place.
The moment I get on it again, I cum really hard. I watch in the mirror to see the pussy muscles pressing downward, all the light pink bits glimmering with thick wetness. Without waiting, I close my eyes and lower myself harder onto the vibrator. The fresh intensity makes me moan louder. There's the feeling of teeth gently biting the whole length of the clit. I get chills up the side of my face. I cum again.
That is bliss.
My heart is racing.
I lean back against the bed and stretch my legs. I pick up the vibrator to run it along the lips for some post-orgasmic tickling. My clit is rock hard and too tender to touch. I run it along the inner labia: that sweet little runway to the vagina. I think of the Caveman running his hands down the whole length of my body after I cum with him. A new orgasm throws itself at me again in waves and my hips jerk up and down from the floor. It's my turn to control the vibrator. I still feel my pussy pushing down, as if a cock had just sprayed its cum in there and the pussy wants to grab it back and have it again. I think of the Caveman's spent cock sliding out of me.
I hold the mirror with my thighs and pull back my pussy lips for one more bit of vibrating penetration. The last rush of wetness tickles my ass.
I'm not cooled off but definitely refreshed.