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Geschreven door: lukeako Categorie: Waargebeurd Label(s): Exhibitionisme, Female solo, Overspel, School, Slikken, Vrouw / Meid Lisa leaves her boyfriend and starts a new life. Everyone needs a first story, and this is mine. I hope you enjoy it. If you are looking for quick action you should probably look somewhere else. A work of fiction. Chapter One It was not like you to call to ask for favors all the time, so when you did I was only too happy to help. The news that you had ended your relationship was a relief and an act of bravery, so I embraced the chance to encourage you in your new journey of life. “Can you please come by on Saturday afternoon and help me repair the front door?” your familiar voice asked. Without hesitation I accepted. It would be easy with my family out of town for a few days. No one would miss me and no harm would be done. “I’ll make it worth your while” then “dinner is included” was quickly added to clarify your offer. “Wonderful, I could use a good home cooked meal.” It was all set. The week passed slowly as if Saturday would never come. When I arrived, the sun was shining but the temperature had reached 32 and the humidity was closing in. You must have seen my truck pull in because by the time I was out you had already breezed out the door and down the stairs like a breath of spring. Your blond hair tied up in a ponytail bobbing behind you and your yellow summer dress dancing over your body as you moved. The puckered elastic material clinging to your breasts showing just a hint of cleavage. Warm hugs all round, introductions to your son Justin, and a quick tour of the new house out of the way it was time to get down to work. Your door although attractively carved was split on one side and had a rotten panel at the foot, so I would need to get going if I were to have it rehung before the day was done. You excused yourself to continue unpacking and I set to my task. By 5:30 the heat and humidity had left me drained and dripping, but the door although not 100% would swing and lock so could be finished another day. “Why don’t you come in and have a shower? You look whipped,” you asked, cold drinks for both of us in your hands. Sitting inside enjoying the a/c we have our drinks cooling off from the afternoon heat, the sweat, drying on my skin, making your offer of a shower more appealing. “I should go back outside and pick up my tools, but this a/c feels too nice,” I say. “Have your shower first, you will feel better, and when you are done I will help you clean up your toys.” It’s all the encouraging I need so I grab my bag with clean cloths in it which I had brought to change into for supper and head for the stairs. “Use my shower,” you call, “the main bath only has a tub.” Chapter 2 Up the stairs and down the hall I move to your bedroom door. This is a place I never dreamed I would ever see. A place where dreams and fantasies have carried me many times. As I open your door I am struck with the sweet smell of a woman. No man’s bedroom could ever smell of the sweet delicacies that encircle the bodies of women. I stand still and breathe them in, enjoying the comfort and mystery surrounding me. My desire is to move to the bed and caress the place where you lay at night, but my brain knows better. I move to the ensuite, and lock the door. Peeling my work clothes from my body I step into the shower, its hot water cascading down my body, loosing my shoulders and refreshing me. This was a good idea I think to myself. I turn to let the water wash the sweat from my face. Before me hangs a woman’s razor. Lifting it from it resting place, I hold it knowing that it has caressed your long legs. I am envious of its luck. Oh how I dreamed of such comfort, my hands run across your calves and along the softness of your thighs. How high has this tool had the pleasure of running? Does it stop at the knee or has it caressed your thigh? Has it moved higher, exploring the delicate areas that are only found in a woman? As I imagine what it could tell me if only it could talk I can feel myself getting hard. The combination of hot water, sweet smelling soap and your secrets mix in my brain and take me to places that I had promised myself I would not go. Lathering my body I can not help stroking myself a few times as I drink in all the things surrounding me, knowing that you too have stood in this very place caressing all those areas I wish I were right now. To be honest, I never really got any time to myself, even at college. When I got home for winter break, things were always the same. People wandered in and out. This made it hard to find time alone, luckily though I finally found some time this morning. My cravings had been growing stronger and stronger after two weeks without a single finger in my pussy. Also as a college student, with a roommate, I found myself toy-less, which kind of sucked for an eighteen-year old virgin. But hey, without time to myself why would I even bother getting one? It would have been a waste of money. Waking up, I reveled in the feeling of having silence (apart of course from my pets). As I do every morning I quietly slid out of bed, adjusted my little female boxers and tank top -pulling it back down over my flat stomach as it had ridden up over night- and wandered for the bathroom. As the steam from the shower fogged up the mirror I quietly stripped myself of my clothes, black and gold, silk and lace panties and slid into the shower. The hot water felt amazing on my frigid skin, making my nipples go hard. The stream of water hitting them continuously made my pussy throb just a bit, enough to make me recognize my urges. Lathering up my hair I rinsed and admired as the soap slid down my body, over my 32D breasts, flat stomach, and decently shaped ass. My fingers daringly slid down to rub some of the suds into my skin. Massaging gently over my breasts, pinching the nipples and moaning just slightly. My clit gave a slow throb at the stimulation and I slid out after washing the rest of my body, wrapping a towel around my thin body and walking with a dash into my bedroom. The cold air was not exactly welcomed but when I lay back on my bed, after shutting my door and spreading my legs, it felt amazing on my hot cunt. The towel fell open and my eyes turned down to my own body. Nibbling on my lower lip I slid one hand flat down my front and parted my slick pussy lips, shifting my damp body so my knees were bent, giving me good leverage to slide my hand over the sensitive area. Fingers finding my clit and slowly working it in circles, made my needy body tense. Oh it felt so good! Rubbing that soft finger over the hardening clit, and my body started to grind against it, pushing to fingers in to my quiet waiting virgin cunt. Oh my god. I'd been waiting for this for two whole weeks now. My fingers slid in and rubbed against my g-spot, tapping them enough to keep the stimulation. Soon though, this wasn't enough. I found myself needing more. Standing up and making a fast dash back to the bathroom, I grab my electric razor, sliding off the razor head I walked back to my room and turned it on, watching it buzz across my bed. I'd never tried something like this. Never even shoved anything other than my fingers into my waiting pussy. Taking a little bit of baby oil and smoothing it over the soft vibrating tip I pushed it against my clit just to start, feeling it buzz on the already sensitive nub. I moaned out, probably a bit too loud, and I found myself thanking the lord that no one was home. In circles I rubbed it, faster and faster, bringing myself dangerously close to that orgasm I so desperately needed. My pussy was so wet and throbbing, begging for more! It was about two minutes of nothing before I shoved just the tip of the razor handle into my pussy, feeling it vibrate. Oh god, it felt so good. It's a while of me shoving just in and out slowly, before I shoved it all the way in, crying out in pleasure. Gripping my sheets my hips started to buck, feeling the vibrating shaver hit my g-spot. This brought me to a shaking orgasm, my body writhing around as my cum slid out onto my towel and around the razor. I pulled it out slowly, causing one more loud moan as it finally exited my tight pussy. Laying back on the bed, I smirked to myself, rubbing my wet legs together and biting my lip. I smiled, getting back up and making my way to the shower to wash off, coming back and getting dressed right as my mother walks in the front door. "Hey lisa, you just got up?" 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