Eyeing her bare body in the mirror, she twirled to her sides to follow the contours of her jet black hair, down to her arch of her back, pushing out her perky butt.
Having studied the “S” her back beautifully formed, she playfully placed her palm on the cheek of her rear and gave it a gentle squeeze before facing herself forward in the mirror again. With her hair barely covering her pink nipples, she drew her head to the side in one swift motion to reveal her 34B breasts in its full glory.
Tracing the back of her fingers from her collar bone, following down the centreline of her nubile body past her freshly trimmed bush, spreading the lips of her pussy open and feeling her vagina.
“A dry vagina huh, that’s got to change” she mumbled while she looked past her breasts below squeezing her left breast and teasing her nipple.
It was 2.00 p.m. in the afternoon in December, and her family had left for an extended holiday. Instead of taking a vacation, she had other plans – plans to satisfy her voracious appetite.
Alone in her home with too much time on her hands, she walked casually across the living room out from the kitchen toilet, ignoring the barely translucent curtains, to reach her room.
Her mother always did the laundry, thus she could not afford to hide her vibrator in her wardrobe. Instead, she opted to purchase a yellow rubber ducky vibrator from a website she accidentally came across once, one that she can hide in plain view of her family. Occasionally she would come home to find the vibrator in a different position than when she left it. Twice, she came home to it warm – both instances, only her younger sister was at home alone, and she flushed red upon seeing Rebecca.
Rebecca wasn’t always like this. In fact, she was the quiet type. Until she met her ex-boyfriend in secondary school, who brought her to a secluded staircase and introduced her to her first albeit incomplete, sexual encounter. Her near first orgasm was voluntarily interrupted when she told her ex-boyfriend to stop – because she felt something weird welling up down below.
Quickly grabbing her yellow toy, she picked up her laptop and phone, she left for the leather sofa in the living room. This was one thing she wanted to do for a while, to have an orgasm in the living room with no one around, but loud enough for her neighbours to hear.
Rebecca was a squirter. Everytime she masturbated herself to ecstasy, she would leave a mess on the floor in place of her bed. It would be much simpler to clean up.
Back when she was 16 – her first orgasm, thankfully was in the wee hours of the morning while she attempted to study for her exams. Distracted by the pleasure of playing with her nipples, and instinctively reaching down to rub where her ex-boyfriend did so, she continued till she squirted on her fabric chair. There, she panicked, and hoped that it would be dry before anyone else discovered that it was wet the following morning.
Placing her pink laptop on the glass coffee table, she turned it on while she shifted her attention to her phone to look for her next appointment. At 4.30 p.m. later, her friends would drop by for “gathering” to celeberate the end of their exams.
Thinking about what might entail later involving 2 guys and 4 girls, her pussy slowly grew wetter. Stretching out her hand to have her phone’s front camera get a better view of her trimmed pussy with the glistening juices, she snapped a picture and sent it to the Whatsapp group chat for a preview of what to expect.
Having heard the delightful tone of her Windows laptop start up finally to the desktop, she went straight to her secret folder where she had her videos of her trysts with her ex-boyfriend.
As if it were second nature to her, she opened up her favourite clip and blew it up to full screen with the volume on. It was when she was at his place, similarly, without his family home about 2 years back, before entering JC. Positioning herself on top of him, bearing her butt to the camera, she gripped his cock with her hand behind her and lowered her already dripping vagina onto his cock – at that point of the recording, she was already at her third orgasm in the short session. Hungry for more, she thrust her hips with his cock inside her while putting her weight on his shoulders. With each thrust revealing more of the thick white juices from her vagina, and her breathing getting more audible.
She couldn’t unglue her eyes from the screen as she laid down on the sofa. Making sure her pussy was facing the direction of the living room windows, she lifted one leg up onto the headrest while she turned on her rubber ducky and pressed it against her clit.
Her moans coming from her and her recording filled the living room. Instinctively massaging her nipples, turning herself on to the point where she was dripping onto the sofa. Wishing she had a cock to thrust into her, she dropped her vibrator and slid her middle finger into her pussy in search of her g-spot.
Rubbing against the magical spot, she could hear herself getting wetter with each stroke while she tried contain herself.
Gradually, she had both hands down below, rubbing her clit with 3 fingers thrusting rapidly into herself. No longer paying attention to her own sex tape being played on repeat, she closed her eyes and let out a long moan as she approached her orgasm.
Crossing the point of no return, she lost control of her body, aware that her back was contorted, she felt the pleasurable release of her orgasm and her hot juices squirting out onto the family sofa as her screamed echoed in the empty house.
Without a thought, she licked her fingers to taste her own cum while she searched for the clock.
“2.24 p.m., perhaps time to take out the big toy” were the only words that resounded in her horny mind.