Buzzing [F]
It was still dark outside when the sound woke her up. It was a distinct, not too loud, buzzing sound, and at first she thought it was outside the house. When she realised that it actually came from under the bed she was sleeping in, she felt frightened, but only for a minute. Until curiosity took over.
After all, it was her best friend’s bed and she know that the prospect of giant insects living under it was very remote. This was England after all, not Brazil. Then she thought it might be some sort of practical joke. It had felt odd of her friend to offer her her own bed while she herself would sleep on the sofa in the living room of the one bedroom flat. Tired as she was though, and as her friend had insisted she had agreed without too much of a bad conscience.
Now, her curiosity obviously won, together with the fact that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep while this was going on anyway.
Pushing back the covers she eeled forward until her upper body hung over the side of the bed, supported on her arms. Putting her weight on one hand, she bent down and looked under the bed. She couldn’t see anything, but the buzzing became louder. The lamp. She rolled back onto the other side of the bed and switched on the little lamp on the bedside table. Then she repeated the same manoeuvre as before, but this time in better visibility.
The buzzing came from a little wicker box. It pulled out easily enough. She opened the lid and peered inside. Heat crawled over her skin as she realised that the box was full of sex toys. There was a long glass dildo, a pair of furry handcuffs and several vibrators of different kinds and sizes. It was one of the latter that was buzzing.
She picked it up in order to switch it off, but as she was still supporting her weight with her other hand, she first needed to roll back onto the bed. As she did so, the buzzing device brushed past her right breast through the thin fabric of the t-shirt she’d slept in. More heat, as her nipple reacted to the sensation. So she didn’t switch it off. Instead, she slowly moved it over her breast until the vibrations once again soared through her nipple and right down into her crotch. This was nice.
The vibrator wasn’t very big, smaller than the glass dildo in the box, but big enough to feel solid in her hand. It was shiny silver and had a little black dial at the bottom to adjust the speed. But for now, the speed felt just right. She abandoned her nipple and moved the device down her body and under the cloth of her t-shirt. She shivered as the sensation intensified on her naked skin. Up again it went, seeking out the other breast, taking the t-shirt with it on the way up.
She stifled a moan as it connected with her other nipple. Moisture collected between her legs. Using her other hand, she pulled off her pants and felt her readiness.
Not yet. Cruelly, she carried on tormenting her nipple until desperation almost made her lose control. She needed to be fucked, deep, hard and now. Rolling over onto her front, she squashed the buzzing vibrator between her breast and the bed, reaching out for the glass dildo in the wicker box next to the bed. It felt icy cold, but she was beyond caring. She rammed the tool into her wetness without mercy. Rolling back again she grasped the vibrator with her other hand and pressed it firmly against her clit, while slowly, deeply fucking herself with the dildo. Her body was on fire. She writhed on the glass cock while moving the vibrator in slow circles around her most sensitive spot. If only someone could suck my breasts, she thought needily, and then the orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. And she rode it, proud and loud, discarding the glass dildo and pressing the vibrator against her with both hands, her back arching into it, legs drawn up and spread wide, until she came again, and again. Finally, she fell back, gasping. And switched off the vibrator.
It was then, she heard a sound from the bedroom door. It stood wide open and leaning against it, beautifully illuminated by the soft light of the bedside lamp, was her best friend. Her dressing gown had fallen open at the front, revealing one busy hand between her leg and another frantically squeezing a full breast.