Getting Home and Getting It Done

I was in the small toilet block in the university Art’s Faculty’s upper story where I had cleaned up, but was still naked under my coat. I was left flushed by Abby and Jess, horny and panting for more. The office and other staff had gone for the night and the few academic staff that might use this block would probably be in lectures or taking tutorials. The place was pretty safe from intrusion. I could not help it, I had to have relief. I leaned forward, my forehead against the door, undid my coat and massaged my breasts taking my hard nipples in my fingers, squeezing and pulling them. My god, it felt so very good. After a few minutes, I let my right hand slide over my body, stopping to tease my trimmed curly pubs as my “Mistress” commanded my attention. I spread my legs and placed my knees against the door.

Cupping my puffed and sensitive vulva was a joy. I was drenched by my love-juices; the aroma swept up to my nostrils to be sensed and enjoyed. I worked my outer two fingers over my labia spreading them and then my centre two fingers past my outer, then inner labia, into my waiting “Mistress,” who loved the touch. Avoiding my swollen, throbbing clitoris I twisted my hand, guided my fingers to my g-spot deep within me, firmly massaging it in small circles with the pads of my fingers. My thoughts fantasized about Angelina – that it was really her fingers masturbating me. My god she is wonderful – the green-eyed beauty.

Quite soon I was lost in the sensations from my “Mistress”. that swept throughout me, but centered on ‘pussy’. I squeezed my clit then rubbed it quickly, but the effort was no chore, I adored it. I kept building up the pleasure until delectable spasms swept through me, ending in orgasms that literally brought me to my knees. The waves of pure pleasure subsided leaving me breathless, but feeling wonderfully relaxed. I licked my fingers clean, thoroughly taking in my perfume in the process. I often hear women talk of the smell of their juices as if they were horrid. I don’t understand this; I find I love mine. The sexual tensions of the past few hours had now eased, but I also kept thinking of Abby and Jess as well as Angelina, and that kept me aroused.

I reluctantly changed back into my jeans and sweater, and set off home with one hand up my sweater feeling my breasts, giving my nipples little tweaks. These sent rapturous shivers through me keeping my “Mistress” damp and sensitive. My mind tracing back over the sensuality of the last forty-eight hours. My first physical contact with the green-eyed Angelina on the train, then an unbelievable orgasm in the coffee shops, courtesy of Angelina and Ingrid. The agonizing ‘orgasmic drought between then, and in the library within the last hour. Oh god, my thoughts wandered to remember my boob being twisted by *that* woman. ‘Shit, yes, it was still tender’, I thought, after feeling it again. But that only made it more sensitive. Touching it made it even more erect, hardening it in a flash, setting off another chain reaction of sensually pleasurable sensations through me.

I detoured a little to drive down the ocean road for the view. ‘Bulldust’, you came here to get yourself off again. You love the chill of the ocean on your legs when you masturbate while walking slowly through the water in the calm periods – like tonight, don’t you?’ I thought. I pulled into a parking area over-looking the calm Indian Ocean and got out. After throwing my shoes into the car I locked the door and wandered down to the water’s edge. A few people were fishing off a nearby groyne; small waves slashed at the sand running up to my feet. It felt great.

I quickly took off my jeans and tied the legs around my waist. The cool air swirled between my legs, around my backside’s cheeks and my “Mistress” went tingly, with goose bumps running over my bared bottom half. I walked out into the cold water until the small waves splashed to my knees.

The night was fairly dark but my eyes had now adjusted to the light of the quarter moon. Venus was still visible as the brightest heavenly body in the Western sky. Stars and far away galaxies twinkled above, easily seen through the wispy clouds floating past the moon, the calm ocean reflecting these tiny pinpricks of light. How romantic: But I was alone, very horny and the memory of three gorgeous women playing on my “Mistress’s,” mind.’ She again demanded attention. Sliding my hands between my thighs I cupped her with both hands, my thumbs gently running up and down my soft, but puffed labia. ‘Oh, girl, you are wet,’ I thought as my thumbs encountered my slippery lubrication juices. With my legs parted I gently plied my labia apart. The cool air off the water sent my blood rushing to heat my pussy. Geez, that always gives me as good a “rush” as most things I’ve tried. I uttered little moans of delight to myself.

The freshness of the ocean was exhilarating, I felt really sexy. I decided to take off my sweater to better enjoy the cool fresh air. I quickly had it over my head, tying it around my neck. My skin went goosey immediately, my breasts firming, my areolae and nipples tightening into fabulously throbbing rocks as the blood rushed there too.

I ran my hands over myself, delighting in the voluptuousness of my body, my thoughts still on the most sensuous Angelina and the multiple orgasms I had at the hands of Abby and Jess. My hands soon retired to my pussy – my “Mistress,” cupping her once again, but sneaking my thumbs in quickly to find my, by now, wildly throbbing clitoris. Running my thumbs over it in opposite directions sent searingly hot pleasure coursing through me again.

I groaned in delirium into the zephyr breeze. As my body trembled as it readied to orgasm again, I plunged my left thumb deep into ‘pussy’, stretching her walls, filling myself as much as I could. “Phew, the sensations this brings on are truly glorious, shit, girl, you love it so much: I’ll tease her till I can’t stand anymore,” I mused to myself. Flicking my clitoris with one thumb while the other plunged in and out, and with my fingers all over my labia I soon brought my orgasm to the edge, when I eased back a little. Then I took myself up again, this time with three fingers thrusting as deeply as I could really filling ‘Mistress’ stretching her insides the way she enjoys it so very much. I was able to get a fabulous rhythm going with hips and hand moving in unison.

After manipulating my rhythm to get to the edge and stay there for several minutes I deliberately passed the no return point. With my head thrown back, my eyes shut, I let myself come in waves. The pleasure was tremendous as my pussy clamped on my fingers, but the spasms allowed me to push it in hard, wiggling over my g-spot. I knew I was groaning quite loudly but I kept thrusting into my “Mistress.” She wanted more. This just prolonged my coming into a series of orgasms. As my orgasmic paradise finished and I came back to normality, I suddenly became aware of people cheering and clapping.

Looking about, I saw a beam of light hit me coming from the groyne. It wasn’t strong at that distance, but I wasn’t going to wait for a searchlight. Shit, the fisher um . . . people were egging me on. Fuck, talk about embarrassing. I quickly waded out of the sea. But then my twisted sense of humor saw the funny side, and still naked, except for the clothes tied around me. I turned and waved to them. The cheering increased.

On an impulse, I undid my sweater and thrust my boobs at them. Whistling and a general raucous roar went up as several torch beams were now playing on me, but still not strongly. I ran up the beach, fishing in the pocket of my jeans for my car keys. I found them just after reaching my car. Just before I got in, I threw in my clothes and put the key in the ignition, but then faced the torch-lights jumping up and down, my boobs bouncing everywhere. More whistling and cheering erupted. Shit, what a turn-on. I got really game and jumped onto the right side of the bonnet of the car, still bouncing my boobs. I started thrusting motions with my hips. The shouts from the groyne were getting even louder than before.

Just about then I noticed a far-haired girl in a car about six or seven bays away, laughing and watching me through the side window of her car. Hell, I was getting quite an audience. A car’s headlights pulled into the car park swishing right across me. For a second I was as good as floodlit stark naked up on my car. I decided to get out of there. As exciting as it was I was not quite ready for this. The driver of the car must have seen me because the car turned and floodlit me properly, its headlight shining directly at me. The car’s horn started hooting madly and in the window of the parked car was now also the face of a bloke, as well as the blonde, both of them wolf whistling me!

Scrambling down off the bonnet, I opened the door of my car and did an exaggerated courtesy to those watching, feeling my boobs hanging and swinging under me. The weight of the 36D breasts I sport have a special feel. I love it, possibly because it is such an erotic sight. Well, it turns me on when I watch boobs about my size hang down: Let’ face it, I love watching any boobs hanging or not. To tell you the whole story, I am more turned on by smaller breasts, rather than very big ones. Anyway, I then got in my car and drove off laughing out loud, albeit nervously flushed with excitement, but fucked from my masturbating. I really had come fiercely.

I managed not to kill anyone getting my sweater and jeans on while driving home. With my heart pounding in my chest, I realised that I had inadvertently done something I wouldn’t have done voluntarily in a fit. The buzz from it was outrageous; an adrenaline rush must have occurred. I felt I could now do it again, but plan it better. I pondered the possibility of doing it impromptu; the whole affair was along the lines of my fantasies. I was still contemplating this on my arrival home.

On getting home I showered and cleaned myself properly, then I wrote my report for Angelina and the ‘club.’ I had not done one before, so I was not sure of where I should start or finish. I called it “My Plan and Its Execution” and for fun posted it on my website, so that those ‘in the know’ can read it. I found that writing about the day was most arousing. I found it impossible to concentrate on anything but my ‘pussy’ – my ‘Mistress’, she was most demanding. I got my-self a cold drink, putting four large ice cubes in it.

Back in my room I undressed for bed, but before slipping between the sheets, naked as usual, I slurped my drink down. I threw a pillow behind my head, lying with my butt just over the edge and feet on the floor. Getting an ice cube in each hand I massaged my breasts with them. The freezing ice brought on another blood rush. It was cold, really cold but the perverse side in me loved it. Of course, I love the feeling it brings. My thoughts, although on satiating my ‘Mistress’ again, wondered if it was possible to run out of come. I knew that right then I certainly had not; I could feel that as a delectable fact.

‘Funny,’ I thought, ‘I never do.’ With those thoughts I clapped both hands with the ice onto my pussy. Another blood rush; can I get enough, too much, oh my god, there is something wrong with me?’ ‘Mistress.’ never stays satisfied for long. I worked the ice over my clitoris rubbing it with the freezing cubs. Before long I was over the edge again, coming like there was no tomorrow.

That time was every bit as good as my other masturbating that day, but not even close to the climax in the library. That was very special. Sliding in between the sheets I pulled the pillow under my head, cuddling another pretending it was Angelina. I hope she will be pleased with my report, I thought, slipping into a deep sleep.