Celine's Hotel Tryst Vol. 01

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age or older.

Note: This story is partly autobiographical and partly what I fantasize about when I'm masturbating. Either way, it describes me.

Vol. I - Celine's Story

Contents

Prologue: An Email

Chapter One: Virgin's Bliss

Chapter Two: A Horny Little Masturbating Goon

Chapter Three: The Follow-Up Email

Prologue: An Email

(Inbox: 1 unread message)

(To: Celine Lewis), (434 recipients)

(From: Admin)

Staff:

Please be advised that our annual team building conference has been scheduled. We're going to Miami! The dates are Mon July 8 - Fri July 12. Mark it on your calendars. More details will be forthcoming on workshops, schedules, and hotel accommodations. This one should be a lot of fun!

Thanks,

Admin

As Celine closed the email, she felt a slight dampness spreading in the cotton gusset of her panties and the corners of her lips curled up into a sly smile.

"Mmmm.... A week all alone in a fancy hotel room," she thought. "I can't wait."

Vol. I - Celine's Story

Chapter One: Virgin's Bliss

I first discovered masturbation soon after my eighteenth birthday, and I fell in love with it immediately. I would become aroused with the slightest provocation. A movie. A picture in a magazine. It didn't matter if I was alone or with others. I'd get horny at the drop of a hat and find an excuse to go somewhere private to indulge my new passion. In those days, the only way I knew how to get myself off was by humping pillows, blankets...anything I could grind myself on, really.

Over time, I began to experiment. I would try inserting things inside my vagina. A hairbrush handle, cucumbers.... One time, when my parents left me home alone to go shopping, I even warmed up a meaty smoked sausage link in the microwave and rolled a condom over it. That felt pretty nice actually. Really, really warm.

Every now and then I would get horny to the point where I had to do something extra to spice things up. On nights like that, I would sneak downstairs in the dark, while everyone was asleep, and hump the corner of the dining room table. This was a tricky operation. We lived in an old house and the stairs creaked with every step. I had to go very slowly to avoid waking everyone up. This only added to my desire. I would tiptoe through the house, sneaking through the shadows, as I anxiously approached my naughty destination. By the time I made it all the way down to the dining room, I was so full of masturbatory lust that my underwear was soaked through. The table was just the right height. I would look around, nervously pull off my wet panties, hike up my nightshirt, and raise myself up on my toes to straddle the corner. Once in position, I would grip the sides of the tabletop tightly and begin to rock my hips back and forth, grinding my eager wet pussy against the smooth wooden surface. As my pleasure built, my legs, slightly spread around the corner of the table, would start to tremble with erotic delight. My knees, which would be bent slightly, would shake and then suddenly snap straight, as electric shocks pulsed through my body. Sometimes, as I approached climax, I'd lose the strength in my upper body to hold myself up. My arms would be jittery and strained with my exertion. So I would bend over at the waist and allow my elbows to drop down to the table. This position would force me to open my legs even wider. Often, I'd end up lifting my feet off the floor completely and rapidly bucking my hips, riding the corner as I leaned forward. This would increase the pressure on my vulva as it slid and pressed against the table. My sensitive clit would be swollen and in full contact with the hard, slippery surface. It was exquisite. Once I got to this point, my orgasm was imminent.

Part of the thrill of masturbating this way was the risk of getting caught. Fortunately, the table wasn't creaky like the stairs, because that would definitely have made too much noise, but I still wouldn't be totally silent. I guess it turned me on to amplify the risky nature of masturbating this way because, although I was fully capable of staying quiet through a climax, whenever I humped the table like this in the middle of the night, I would let myself whimper and moan very quietly. I was doing it on purpose. It turned me on. After my orgasm, I would feel so naughty wiping my juices up off the corner of the table and pulling my wet panties back on, that after sneaking back up the stairs, I'd get back to my room and zealously hump something soft in there until I creamed my pussy again.

There were other experiments too. I remember one time, I had been reading through a website called "Female Masturbation Reality". It was one of those online forums that were big in the early days of the internet. It was just a massive collection of female user's posts about their masturbation habits, experiences, and fantasies. You could comment and reply to each other's posts. It felt so naughty and fun to share such intimate details of self pleasure with total strangers. Anyway, this one girl posted something that really fascinated me. She wrote that she had filled a condom with water and put it in the freezer overnight. The next morning, she removed the condom and had a homemade dildo made completely of ice. This was something I had to try. The question was how? I lived at home with my parents and older sister. I couldn't make an ice dick in the family freezer.

"Celine, what's this?"

"Oh, nothing Mom. It's just a big thick frozen ice cock I'm going to fuck later." - Yeah, right.

One beautiful summer day, not long before I left for my freshman year of college, I finally got my chance. My parents had told me several days before that they would be going on a camping trip with the neighbors the following weekend. My older sister was already gone. She was spending a couple of weeks that summer with my aunt, who was a single mother with a newborn. I was given the option to go along on the camping trip, but, since I was given a choice, I declined. I knew that a full weekend alone was a golden opportunity to engage in some wild and crazy masturbation adventures, and I couldn't pass that up. So after a long talk about what to do in case of an emergency, and a slew of reminders about turning off the oven and locking the doors, I was hugging my parents goodbye that Friday afternoon and promising that everything was in good hands.

I had told myself that I would wait half an hour before going crazy and stripping naked, in case they forgot something and decided to turn back to retrieve it, but once they were gone, I couldn't help myself. I was out of my clothes within the first five minutes. I just couldn't wait to feel sexy and free. My initial instinct was to get right down to playing with myself, and I definitely had some masturbating to do, but the first order of business was getting that ice dildo started so that it would be ready the next morning. With that objective in mind, I raced, naked, up to my sister's room. She was about to start her fourth year of college - so I assume she was experienced - and I had recently discovered that she kept a supply of condoms in a spare purse in her closet. (OK, I admit, I had a habit of snooping.) Anyway, I grabbed one and tore the wrapper open. I was still a virgin, so this was only the second time I had ever even handled a condom (the first was the sausage). Just feeling it in my hands, knowing it was designed to fit a man's hard penis, made me thoroughly wet. A shiver seized my body as I brought the condom to the sink and gently fitted the latex opening around the nozzle. I turned the knob and watched the rubber sheath quickly elongate, filling with cool clear water. I slid the mouth of the condom off the faucet and carefully tied the end like a balloon. Holding this water cock made me so horny that I considered trying to slide it inside myself right then and there in my sister's bathroom. But I came to my senses and followed through with my original plan. I made my way back down to the kitchen, gently squeezing the water-filled condom and thinking about how exciting it was going to be the next day when I had a nice big ice cock to fuck myself with.

In the meantime, I spent that entire afternoon naked. I kept myself in a state of constant arousal, playing with myself frequently - gently tickling my nipples, humping things, walking around the house trying to hold a long, wax candle in my pussy, keeping my pelvic muscles clenched, but never letting myself have an orgasm until just before I went to bed. When I finally did decide to cum, I took the opportunity to hump the arm of a big leather sofa in the family room. There was no one around, so I left the lights on bright and moaned as loudly as I wanted, while I wiggled my butt and grinded myself to orgasm. In the spirit of this naughty weekend, I suddenly decided to take advantage of my alone time to try something else new. I was originally going to clean up after myself by wiping my vaginal secretions off of the arm of the couch, but just as I reached for a towel, a naughty thought came to mind. Instead of wasting all this fresh coochie slime, I decided to bend over, as if I had an audience, making a show of sticking my ass out seductively, and hungrily lapped up the juices my pussy had left on the leather arm of the couch. Once my lust was sated, the only thing left to do was retire for the night and dream about that thick manly icicle slowly solidifying in the freezer. I could hardly wait until morning. In the meantime, I'd climb into bed fully nude - sleeping naked was another first for me - and try to go to sleep.

I had originally planned to take my time the next day. I had all weekend so there was no need to rush. I would rise late, make some coffee, and have a light breakfast before masturbating myself into a frenzy. However, waking up totally naked was a new and arousing feeling, and it immediately led to a slight reorganization of my priorities. Coffee and breakfast could wait. My mind could think of only one thing: the freezer. I had to go check on my erotic lab experiment. No need to quietly tiptoe through the shadows and down the stairs. Instead, I excitedly pranced, naked, down to the kitchen, creaking and squeaking with every step. Bathing in the full light of the morning sun, and with a tremble of titillation coursing through my body, I arrived at the object of my erotic lust.

When I pulled the frozen condom out of the freezer, I wasn't prepared for how absolutely cold it was. So I hurriedly reached into the cabinet for a bowl and gently laid my icy fucktoy inside. It was too long, so one end rested up on the rim. I felt I needed to act quickly so that it wouldn't start to melt. I wanted to remove the condom, so I could fuck myself with only the ice inside me, like the girl on the masturbation forum, so I grabbed some scissors and carefully carried my bowl of frozen cock to my parent's master bathroom, where there was a nice big garden tub. I had known, from the moment I first read about the ice dildo, that this would be an activity best enjoyed in a bathtub. I wasn't going to run the water, but I expected a lot of dripping as the ice melted, and in a bathtub cleanup would be easy when the dirty deed was done.

I was so turned on by the prospect of finally living this fantasy that my hands were trembling with anticipation as I grabbed the scissors and snipped the condom near the knot. The latex was stuck to the ice in certain spots, so I anxiously peeled it away until I was holding, in my hands, this magnificent glacial phallus. It was still fresh out of the freezer so it hadn't really started to melt yet. In fact, it had that almost sticky or tacky feeling ice can sometimes have before it begins melting. You could actually see a haze of steam rising from the frosty surface as it interacted with the warm air.

I stepped into the large garden tub and squatted with my legs open wide. I brought one point of the ice dildo up to my eager, empty pussy and tried to push it inside, but to be honest, a vagina doesn't exactly relax and open itself when something absolutely frigid is placed against it. Quite the opposite. In fact, in spite of my horniness, my pussy became bone dry, clamped itself shut, and recoiled in shock at the touch of this icy intruder. On top of that, my hand was becoming frostbitten from struggling to force this icicle inside me. For a moment, I gave up, thinking that this must be one of those sexual fantasies that just doesn't work in the real world and only leads to frustration. But my teenage lust soon regained control of my body - and my soul - and I resolved to press on. I hadn't spent months humping myself to orgasms, fantasizing about this moment, only to give up when things got tough. So I got creative. I decided to insulate my hand by holding one end of the dildo with a washcloth. This seemed to do the trick. Then, instead of trying to force this thing inside me, I just started slowly sliding the length of it up and down my shivering pussy lips. It was absolutely devastatingly cold, but my arousal began to set in. My skin was soon covered in goosebumps, partly from arousal and partly from the chill. Additionally, this activity caused the ice to finally start to melt, which made it become very slippery. Once I observed this, I turned around, sat back in the tub, and opened my legs wide. By this time, my pussy was a bit more acclimated to the shocking temperature and had begun to feel nice and open. When I, again, attempted to push the cold hard dick inside me, it glided right in without resistance, self lubricating as it gradually began to melt.

Don't get me wrong, this thing was still freezing cold as I gently wiggled around, trying to warm up my cunt. It was as hard as glass, and very thick inside me; my pussy was frozen with sexual delight. The dildo was melting, but very slowly. It had become so slippery that it was difficult to hang onto, but the washcloth helped with that. So now that things were starting to go my way, I was ready to sink deep into the arousal that can be felt when playing out a secret, long held, sexual fantasy. I wanted to fuck myself like a virgin whore. I sat back and began rapidly pumping the icy cock in and out of my hungry little cunt. The pleasure was intense. I'm not sure if my pussy was lubricating or not, but it didn't matter. The dildo slipped smoothly, in and out, regardless.

After several minutes of frantically sliding this hard icy dick through my slit, a minor mishap led me to conjure up an idea that was never a part of my original fantasy. The dildo slipped from my grasp and went all the way up inside me. Normally a sex toy getting lost inside a sexual orifice could pose a problem, but in this case, I was able to push it out of myself by sitting up, and then tightening and relaxing my pussy a few times. It soon slid right out of my little pink ice cave. But then I realized that, even if it did get lost in my vagina, the ice would simply melt away inside; I would just absorb it into my pussy. The warm soft walls of my cunt would overcome the cold - a thought that immediately excited me. Although the icicle had shrunk considerably in length and girth by this time, it was still about as thick and long as a permanent marker, or a highlighter. So after sliding it back into my pussy and resuming the in and out motion for a few strokes, I, once again, just pushed it all the way back inside me. I pushed my fingers as deep as I could so that the ice came to rest somewhere back against my cervix. I could feel its coldness just sitting there, gently melting into the depths of my warm slutty virgin pussy.

Now to enhance this erotic delight, I added yet another wrinkle. I had read online about women who masturbate under the bathtub faucet. In fact, I believe I had almost caught my sister doing this once, about a year ago. She forgot to lock the bathroom door and I came in to grab a hairbrush thinking that she was just taking a shower, but when I entered, I saw that she wasn't taking a shower at all. The shower curtain was open, the bath faucet was running, and she was sitting up awkwardly in the middle of the tub. I now realize that she had probably just finished and I caught her in the process of pushing herself back up to a seated position to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her feet were still, sort of, up on the edges at first. But she drew them down quickly upon my intrusion. Her face and chest were flushed and she became very startled and angry with me, yelling at me to get out and close the door. Later I read more about this technique and finally realized what my sister must have been up to. If I had entered a moment sooner, I would have caught my sister moaning, on her back, with her legs up and the warm water pouring all over her pussy.

Now, with this ice cock buried deep inside my horny little hole, I realized that it would be really hot to feel the contrast of the freezing ice inside me and the warm bath water running over my vulva. Also, of course, I'd finally get to try this new masturbation technique that my sister seemed to enjoy.

I turned on the water and let it warm up. I wanted the temperature to be as high as I could stand - to really play up the hot and cold contrast. After it felt about right, I slid my butt all the way down to that end of the tub, just like I imagined my sister had, and laid back. I had to reposition myself a couple of times, but finally I felt the downstream hitting the right spot. I was lying back and propping myself up on my elbows, so that I could see the water raining down on me. But soon, the erotic thrill I was feeling was too much. It overcame me. And I just wanted to lose myself in it, so I laid my head back and started playing with my tits, feeling the piercing chill of the ice inside me, and the scalding hot stream of bathwater stimulating my labia and my clit with an intensity I hadn't felt before. Soon, my thighs were spasming against the walls of the garden tub as I moaned and quivered in the throes of an incredible orgasm.

The rest of that weekend was more of the same. It was essentially a masturbation marathon. After playing with myself several more times around the house that day, and reveling in my new erotic experiences, I filled another condom with water and put it in the freezer. The next morning, I woke up and repeated the bathtub experience, again feeling the hot water caress my vagina with the ice deep inside my pussy. My parents were due to return later that afternoon, so this was my big grand finale. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up and destroying evidence of my perverse pleasures. That night I humped the corner of my mattress and fell asleep dreaming sweet erotic dreams, satisfied that I had squeezed every last drop of juice from my naughty weekend. I went to sleep fully gratified - feeling like I was lying in a warm, wet puddle of virginal bliss.

Chapter Two: A Horny Little Masturbating Goon

So the reason I'm telling you all of this is to explain that I'm a chronic masturbator. I always have been, really. Of course, there was a period in my 30s, when I was married for 10 years, that my self pleasuring slowed down quite a bit, but now at the age of 40, and being divorced for about a year, it's really starting to return. I'm starting to feel the lust stirring in my soul again. So let me explain how I got from my era of solitary 18-year old bliss to where I am now.

In my twenties, I came into full sexual bloom. I had a few good friends, but I was, and still am, basically an introvert. I had the reputation of a "good girl." I lost my virginity late, but then I came out of my shell...a little. I actually wasn't very outgoing, but I was attractive and had blonde hair, so I got a lot of attention from the boys. I had a few steady sexual relationships, but in the periods between, when I was single and not looking for anything serious, I became something of a closet slut. I had numerous one-night stands that none of my friends even knew about. I targeted the kind of boys no one else wanted to fuck. Nerds, rejects - whoever I felt I could get, really, as long as they could keep a secret, and as long as they were willing to make the first move, because I knew I couldn't. However, although I couldn't initiate conversation, I did know how to put myself in position to entice them and inspire a "come on." I guess I knew how to set a honey trap - an 'accidental' interaction that gave them the opening to start a conversation. And then, they just had to follow the honey trail to my pussy. I didn't mind, and I know they didn't. No one else was sleeping with these guys. I was doing us both a favor.