Zoe lay in bed on a hot summer evening. Even after sunset, it was hot and stagnant. She was wearing only her underwear, and had kicked all the blankets off the bed. She lay sprawled out trying to distract herself from the heat. While not unbearable, it was uncomfortable and she could feel sweat starting to form on her chest. She was hoping the boy she was talking to would text her or something, but her phone lay silent on the side table.
She sighed, restless. Her mind wandered lazily to memories of going to concerts at the amphitheatre in the mountains. Of course, she hadn’t gone anywhere or seen anyone besides her barista and the nice ladies at the grocery store since quarantine started and she was actually fine with staying home. Most of the time. Tonight, she was wishing she had a lock-down buddy that wasn’t her old housemate’s Betta fish named Beans. She remembered that tall ruggedly handsome stranger that caught her eye at the last music festival she went to. At the time, she was newly single and happy that way, so nothing happened but fantasized about him dicking her down from time to time. She had also been coming down from a magnificent high and everything was beautiful and perfect, including that guy. Still-pretty-stoned Zoe views the world through rose-colored glasses with a healthy dose of horny. Now she was sober, but quarantine amped up her craving for sex to a near constant basis.
That stranger, with his broad shoulders, tanned and stubbly face, and more than just a little noticable bulge in his joggers set a fire in Zoe’s belly then and the memory did the same now. As she pictured articles of his clothing coming off one by one, her hand ran down her body, sending chills up her spine. She ghosted a finger in circles over her nipple, which perked up and hardened at the gentle, sensual touch. Then she traced swirls and zig-zags down her belly and across her hips. Her skin had goosebumps from the slight ticklish feeling that set her erogenous zones alight. She pictured the shirtless hot stranger kissing her neck and squeezing her tits with his big hands. Her hand slipped under the hem of her underwear. The silky curls of her pubes twisted under her fingers before she dipped two into the growing wetness of her vulva. She moaned softly, imagining the man whispering very dirty things in her ear, his hand in the place of hers. Adjusting herself on the bed she spread her legs and began making small, firm circles on her clit. Her hips moved back and forth subconsciously in search of more pressure. Zoe’s daydream man fingered her pussy via her own hand and she moaned with growing pleasure.
Soon, she wasn’t even thinking of him, just thinking of how to make herself cum the hardest. She rutted against her own hand fervently. Rolling on to her stomach, she increased the pace of her fingers on her clit and pulled at the sheet. She arched her back and moaned louder as she fingered herself. Sweat beaded on her arms but she didn’t care, the heat was nothing compared to that which was throbbing deep inside her on the verge of bursting. Her orgasm approached rapidly, and she squeezed her thighs together, fingers curling into her swollen clit. She gasped as she came, body shaking with the intensity. Her fingers kept moving, trying to push the pleasure further. She writhed and whined on the bed, fingers crammed between her legs.
When the waves of pleasure finally ebbed to just embers, Zoe rolled back over. She hadn’t cum like that in ages. If she could do that herself with just her fingers on her clit, who needs a hot stranger? Post-orgasm brain mush passing, she found her hand returning to her now-soaked underwear. How about another? She’d have to shower anyway, why not make it a double? This time, her fingers slipped inside her pussy, thrusting slowly. She lay her head back and smiled to herself.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iezso9/she_can_take_care_of_herself_solo_masturbation
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