Distancing

I touched myself, rolled the clitoris between my fingers. I began slow, gentle, with barely any pressure: it was like my fingertips were only just brushing over it. My fingers circled in its vortex, teasingly creeping closer and closer. I had no need for lubricants; my cunt had plenty of moisture. It was like the fucking Amazons. I was sure he could see it. I was sure he wanted to see how my fat cunt would yield to two fingers pushing their way into its depths. I teased myself as much as I teased him.

With a sigh I inserted two fingers into my eager cunt. And from then on there was no going back.

I tried to match his pace. It was agonizingly slow, slower than what I would have normally preferred. He forced me to take my time, to build up my desire. I gently pressed the clitoris with my thumb as I dipped my fingers knuckle-deep into the slit. But apart from that little detail, I was as gentle on my body as my lover was with his. I imagined him on top of me, watching over my trembling body, urging me to go on. I imagined the heat he would radiate, the gentle assurance that good things come with time.

But my fingers would no longer cut it. Slowly I let my fingers slip out.

He immediately stopped stroking his cock. There was a curious look on his face. I lifted my index finger, all covered in white jam. Please, I was telling him, just give me a second.

I got back on my bare feet and ran to my nightstand. I soon found what I was looking for: my trusty dildo. I remember I had bought it while I was still living with my parents: the one and only dildo I had ever owned. I had hoped the deep purple colour might disguise its purpose. Rather silly, looking back on it.

When I showed it to him, there was a relieved smile on his face. Our session could resume.

His cock was pink and swollen, and I wondered how it could be he hadn't burst his load already. The answer seemed to lie in his method of taking it excruciatingly slow, savouring each stroke. Perhaps, even savouring the risky circumstances we found ourselves in. Had any of our neighbours decided to open their curtains and look into the dark garden, they would have either awn one or both of us in full display, vigorously masturbating to each another.

Maybe it was the introduction of my silicone toy that made him decide that now it was time for us to pick up the pace. Perhaps he had only been careful not to ejaculate until I had come. But as soon as I inserted its tip between my legs and began stretching the tight lips by pushing it in deeper, he began wanking off with newfound energy. I was so wet that the toy slid in with ease. I audibly moaned out of relief. I know it must have been like music to his ears.

I rubbed that toy against my cunt. I was rough, I was gentle. With other hand I massaged my clitoris until it felt like it was on fire. At that point I was so terribly horny that I was seeing and feeling things that weren't really there. My toy transformed into something meatier, and I could hear his panting by my ear and feel the hot breath on my skin. My imagination lent him a voice. He was encouraging me to trust him. He was urging me to come for him.

The heat spread all over my body. I smiled to myself. This was the way it was supposed to feel. My breasts bounced on my chest as I violently fucked myself with the toy. I watched his mouth gasp for air as his white seed splattered all over the glass window. He stood by the window naked watching the orgasm overtake me and suck me into a vortex of fire.

***

On the following day I got up to check my letterbox. Buried underneath the bills and advertisements I found a little post card. The picture on it depicted a lovely view of a little cabin by a lake surrounded by mountains. The handwriting on its back was neat but bold, recognizably written by someone with hands bigger than mine.

Hi

My name is Robert. Your c I would like to

May I come over tonight?

Love

Robert

He must have deduced my last name from the local custom of arranging the doorbells neatly according to floor, and my balcony could have only been on the second. There was so much he would have liked to say, clearly, but seeing as he couldn't have been certain that I would be the one to receive it, he had been careful in his wording.

I smiled at this little message and the phone number he had scribbled at the bottom. I tucked it away inside my handbag and began my walk towards the grocer's. If I was to be entertaining guests tonight, I should have proper refreshments. And maybe a pack of condoms too.