Unwinding

She walked into her apartment after a long day at the office and shut the door behind her, turning both the lock and the deadbolt. As a young woman living alone in a big city, she was always conscious of her safety.

She let her bag slip from her shoulder as she stepped into her small kitchen, and set it down upon the counter next to the sink. Opening the fridge, she found a half-empty bottle of wine, the remains of yesterday's take-out, a small wedge of parmesan cheese, and the wilting vegetables that she had bought the week before with aspirations of cooking a "real meal". With a sigh, she grabbed the bottle of wine, closed the fridge, and retired to the living room.

Sitting down upon the second-hand couch, she kicked off her black leather high-heeled shoes and put her feet up on the overturned laundry basket that was currently serving as a coffee table. She smiled slightly as she thought of what her snooty friends back home would think of her current lack of class or dignity. She pulled the cork out of the wine bottle and took a drink straight from the bottle.

She took a second drink, and then reached over to the couch cushion beside her and picked up the trashy romance novel she had left there the night before. She used to prefer reading books that were a little more high-brow, but these days she found herself so tired by the end of her day at the office that her mind enjoyed relaxing with the simple writing and its sensual content. A new smile crossed her face as she found where she had left off in the novel and wondered if this time the innocent yet busty milkmaid would give in to the advances of the nobleman's handsome son.

It was over an hour later when she noticed that the lighting in her apartment had dimmed to the point where she could barely make out the words in her book, her previously half-empty bottle of wine was now fully empty, and that she had become rather aroused reading about the encounter the milkmaid experienced with the nobleman's son, and then later his squire. She left the empty bottle on the couch as she got up to turn on a lamp. Realizing she was still wearing her work clothes, she went into her bedroom to change.

She unzipped her sensible business skirt and let it fall to the floor, then wiggled her way out of her pantyhose. She unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off, and hung it over the back of a chair. As she unhooked her bra, she felt her shoulders relax and a sense of relief spread over her. She caught sight of herself in the mirror, standing there in nothing but her blue lacy underpants. She ran her hands down her sides as she admired her features, and then without really thinking about it she brought her hands up to cup her breasts, and then gently massaged them. Her fingers found their way to her nipples, which they then gently rubbed and squeezed. As she moaned softly, she suddenly blushed. The novel had turned her on more than she had realized.

After slipping on an old oversized button-down shirt from a boyfriend-past she used as a nightshirt, she returned to the couch in the living room. A giggle escaped her lips as she glanced sideways at the novel beside her. She reached for the book with her right hand, but at the same time her left hand began to massage her breasts again. She paused in her reach, and drew her right hand back, only to slip it under her nightshirt and move it up to her right breast. She squeezed her breast, and then, with mild trepidation, she squeezed it harder. She felt pressure build in her breast, and then the beginnings of pain. She quickly let go.

Her breath was short and her heart was beating fast. Biting her lip, she moved her fingers along her breast, down to her nipple. She gently teased her nipple as she began to feel tingling between her legs. Her eyes closed as she took her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze more. She squeezed harder, and began to feel pain. She held her breath and squeezed harder still. She surprised herself by the loud moan she let out as she squirmed in response to the sharp pinching pain.

After a moment she let go of her nipple. As she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was almost panting, and that the muscles in her hips had been flexing, almost rocking her hips. She glanced around the room, as if embarrassed that there might be someone there to see her. She laughed at her foolish anxieties, and then taking a deep breath, she slipped a hand down between her legs and underneath her panties.

She closed her eyes again as she traced her fingers along her slit, and then slowly slipped them between her pussy's lips. The amount of wetness she found there surprised her. She obviously knew she was very aroused, but her pussy was almost dripping. She then let her fingers go deeper, slipping up inside of her. She let out a gasp at the sensation. It had been months since she had last been with a man, and she hadn't realized how much she had missed the sensation of being filled.

The muscles of her pussy squeezed around her fingers, and she began to move them in and out. She let her hips rock in time with the movement of her fingers. Her other hand then moved back to her breasts, and began squeezing hard. Once again her fingers took ahold of her nipple and squeezed, pinching more and more. She let out a cry as sensation flooded her body.

She began rubbing, pinching, and rocking in ernest. She wanted more and more. It was then that her eyes fell on the empty wine bottle. Without even thinking, she quickly pulled her underpants aside while simultaneously grabbing the bottle with her other hand. She swiftly shoved the neck of the bottle up inside of her. She let out a loud and passionate moan as she felt the cold hard glass bottle neck fill her, and her pussy muscles clasped tight around it.

Her thighs closed around the bottle, holding it in place. Her hips continued to rock, moving the bottle neck in and out of her, as she then began to rub her clit with her now free hand. Her other hand continued to grasp at her breasts, squeezing and pinching as her hips rocked, and her clit pulsed as it was rubbed. Then, without warning, she was suddenly overcome by an orgasm with incredible intensity. She loudly yelled out, shocked and enthralled by the sensation as it went on and on. Her hips rocked while her fingers rubbed and pinched, bringing the orgasm to an overpowering crescendo.

After several moments the orgasm quietly faded away. She collapsed against the back of the couch, exhausted by both her efforts and their stunningly awesome results. The wine bottle, momentarily forgotten, slipped from her body and fell to the floor. She jumped at the sound and her eyes flew open wide. It was then that she noticed that she hadn't drawn the drapes over the living room window, which looked out at the next apartment building across a narrow alley.

She blushed crimson as her eyes focused on the open window across the way and saw her neighbor staring back at her. Her neighbor blushed too, as she quickly dropped her hands from her own breasts, and then turned to run off in response to her child she heard calling for a cup of water.