Exams were over. I climbed into bed. Today had been a cold Autumn day. Winter was late, but now it made its presence clear. After tucking myself under the blanket. I reached for my laptop. The stress of exams makes my stomach turn so I rarely eat a lot during the season. However, after the final one was finished, the relief made my appetite return with newfound stregth. As is typical, I had overeaten a little, which had made me especially relaxed. My big loose cotton t-shirt and panties coupled with the newly changed bed sheets made me feel like I was lying on a cloud.
Today had been a busy day. After the exam I had done the weekends’ groceries, washed the laundry, changed the sheets, cooked a heavy pasta dish and taken a hot shower. After university started I realized to make the most out of life’s simple pleasures, which is why I repeat this ritual after each exam season. This was the moment I had been craving for the whole day. I opened my laptop to begin my weekend of binging TV shows.
I was very lucky to be able to afford a studio apartment’s rent as a student, but as alcohol and parties didn’t interest me, I scraped by. The best thing about having an apartment of your own, is that there is no one to judge how you spend your weekends.
I let myself be immersed in the fantasy show’s world. It was an adult show with plenty of political drama with a heavy focus on the individuals’ stories. However, the story was also interlaced with sexual content. Normally, I just regarded it as fanservice filler, but today I didn’t mind it. Today’s episode focused on a southern desert princess and as big of a cliché as it was, the show was too high quality to pass up. Unsurprisingly, and at least location appropriately, the princess often wore very light clothes. Her smooth olive skin was contrasted with the white of her long dress. The dark hair was shoulder long and rather straight. I ran fingers through mine. I giggled. It was still a bit wet and quite scruffy. I hadn’t bothered with it as I had no reason to leave my apartment during the weekend. My body on the other hand was already dry.
I squeezed the blanket as the feeling of fresh sheets is uncomparable. Wind was hitting my window, which made me squeeze even harder. I quickly returned my focus though, as the princess was dealing with her maid. Now if the princess was wearing light clothes, the maid’s were even more free. I couldn’t help my eyes wandering along her thin body. Her hips were wide, covered by an elegant skirt. As I wandered higher, I noticed how her dark areolas were peeking past her linen shirt. The breasts were small with barely anything to grab. It lead me to touch my own. Mine were fuller, but not very recognizable under my oversized T-shirt. I let my hand brush over my nipples.
The scene moved on to the princess being prepared for bed. The maid was helping her unwrap the royal garments. More and more of her figure was revealed. She looked a lot like her maid, but her overall appearance was more fit with narrower hips and shoulders. As she released her final piece of clothing, I noticed how the maid had the same lustful eyes as I did. The princess’s gaze met the maid’s. The princess gave her a sly look. This seemed to wake the maid from her trance. The maid giggled. “Ah, your nightgown.” For a brief moment the camera panned down to reveal the princess’s frilly black pubic hair. I flushed. Her breasts were wide apart with large aerolas reflecting the warm climate. She is absolutely gorgeus, I thought.
Suddenly, it got quite warm under the blanket. I felt the sweat in my armpits and on my brow. My face, no doubt, was bright red, reflecting my feverish mood. I needed to cool down, but as taking off the blanket would have left me too bare my shirt was the first to go. I looked down on my body. The sports I promised to do during my summer break were left a promise, so as the busy academic year begun I hadn’t had the time to stay in shape. Or so I told myself. My belly had grown soft and I had developed small love handles. However, the gained weight looked good on me. My body reminded me of Afrodite’s, at least the one I had seen in history books. The thought of my sexiness made a spike of pleasure shoot from my groin. My nipples were still hard from the past playing.
Meanwhile the princess had gone to bed with the maid next to her. They wore thin linen, which left barely anything up to imagination. They were having a heart-to-heart about the recent developments, but frankly I had lost the plot a bit. They seemed to have struck a cord, as the maid cuddled the princess from behind. They were giggling. I ran my fingers from my breast to my belly and with a twirl over the navel to my thigh. I kept my hand there and stroked my muscles. It was considerably warmer under the blanket so as I moved my hand waves of fresh air massaged my body.
And right on cue, the maid placed her hand on the princess’s thigh, lifting her linen. “Do you want to feel warm tonight?” The maid whispered. The implication sent another shock from my groin. I felt my panties sticking to my lips. The princess bit her lip and nodded faintly. I bit mine. As the maid moved her hand, I mimicked her along my body. She moved her hand up along her body, brushing over the princess’s mound. She and I twitched with anticipation. The hand made its way to a breast, where it gave a hearty squeeze. With my hand full, I kneaded to towards the tip. The maid gave a deep kiss to the princess’s neck, which made her whimper.
The hand started moving again, slowly approaching its prey. The closer it got the more the princess arched her back. She pressed her bottom against the maid’s groin. The maid answered with a short thrust over the linen. And after what felt like forever, the hand reached its target, signaled by the princess gasping. I went under my panties pushing them apart from my lips. I could feel the wetness over my fingers. My palm was resting firmly on my pubic hair. The hair felt thick and soft as I let my thumb play with it. Like the princess, I was laying on my side, so my legs were shut together. The gap only fit my middle and ring fingers with the index and pinky left straight on the thighs. This allowed the furthest reach.
I pressed flatly all along the vulva. The pressure sent a wave of pleasure and I gasped along with it. I tried to sound like the princess, starting it from the throat. I got a bit embarassed from the sound, so I quickly glanced over my bedroom as if to ensure no one heard it. The discharge from my opening had spread with my panties along the inner lips, but my clitoris had only stayed humid. This worked in my favour, as I was able to pressure it without slipping. The tips of my fingers were pressing on my opening and I felt how slippery it was.
The princess’s whimpering gained more rhythm as her hips moved with the maid’s hand. I picked up the pace. In the beginning the waves were tall and long, whereas now they were shorter but more frequent. With constant pressure, I moved my fingers along the maid’s pace. The torrent of waves made me whimper like the princess. The maid just had a warm but focused look on her face, as the princess’s bottom was undoubtedly giving her waves as well. She was breathing heavily along, much to our pleasure.
Suddenly, the princess put her hand over the maid’s to keep it still. She started to hump it with aggression. Instinctively, I mirrored her movements, grabbing with my other hand. I let my hips go wild. All the movement and arousal under the blanket left me a sweaty mess. I felt how my hair was getting dirt again. However, the heat made me more immersed into the desert princess’s bedroom. She was sweating bullets as well. The humping and subsequent pressure on the maid’s groin made her moan. Both had shut their eyes as their expressions of pleasure got more intense. My chest was flushed red.
Surprisingly, the maid was the first to go over her limit. She thrusted against the princess with even more intensity. With her other hand she grabbed her shoulder to arch herself a bit back. By now she was emitting small cries. She pushed and pushed along the princess’s bottom whilst pulling her groin to reach higher pressure. For the last stretch the intensity reached its maximum. Her mouth was wide open, but she made no sound. And as she was coming, she almost tipped the princess over to her belly with the last humps. She released all the air in a final quivering sound of extacy. Her chest pounded as she was catching her breath.
Now it was the princess’s time. With newfound vigor from her release the maid focused everything on the princess. The princess let out a loud gasp, which told me the maid had entered her. I, naturally, followed. The amount of lubrication made sliding my middle finger in a piece of cake. Typically, I had to take it slow with fingers, as improper lubrication made it quite painful. This time however, I got it as deep as possible with no resistance. The liquid made squirting sounds as I ravished myself.
For the second finger I had to spread myself wider. Now my palm was in charge of the clitoris. While the palm’s massage massage gave me constant rising and lowering tides, my fingers gave tall and strong waves. A few times I increased the pace of pumping almost to my limit, and quickly pulled out, only to shortly enter again. The moans of the princess got so loud she had to cover her mouth with both hands. I soon followed with a hand, for the sake of my neighbours’ sleep and my dignity. If I didn’t know better, it looked like the princess was in pure agony. After what felt like an eternity of buildup, the princess and I reached our limits. The sound of fingers pumping as fast as they could would have been audible to anyone in my room.
I reached extacy somewhere in between the mess of my fingers and I kept pumping to elongate it as long as possible. The maid had the same idea, as the princess moaned loud from inbetween her own fingers. I moaned embarassingly loud until I finally pushed my fingers as deep as possible for the last drop of pleasure. You could see how red the princess had got even past her olive skin. My legs quivered all the way through.
I closed the laptop as I still lied there with fingers inside of me. I bathed in the post-orgasm bliss. I ran my hand over my now sensitive body.
Eventually I pulled out, noticing how sore my insides had got. My neck was stiff from lying in that bad posture for so long. I got up to wash myself. In the bathroom’s mirror I noticed how swollen my vulva had gotten, with drips of liquid glistening amongst my pubic hair. My hair had risen up from the friction, still wet from the past shower. It was like a crow’s nest, but it made me look surprisingly cute in the afterglow. I blew myself a kiss and laughed at how silly I it must have looked.
After a quick shower, some hydration and brushing my teeth, I headed back to bed. The room had got chilly again, so I put on a new pair of clothes. I had thought about continuing the show afterwards, but after getting under the blanket I realized how tired and sore I was. And before long, I drifted to sleep, thinking what I’d have for breakfast.
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