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                                 All Alone

That particular night I planned to just sit back and relax. I had a
bottle of wine and it was warm enough I could have left all my clothes
off if I wished. I ended up in an old t-shirt. I might as well have
been naked though, because when I sat down in my easy chair and lay
one leg over the arm, my shirt pulled up almost to my waist, exposing
everything it should have covered. Little did I expect that by the end
of the night the shirt would not be all I would take off.

My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we share with
each other those things of our own we think the other needs or would
enjoy. Sometimes it's eerie the way we know what is on the other's
mind. He must have known I was going to be alone that night because he
had dropped off a VHS tape with a note to call him in the morning to
let him know my reaction.

I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The first time he
brought one over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By the time we finished
watching the movie my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my
pussy was so wet I'm sure my dress was damp where it had fallen
between my legs. I'm also sure Luke knew what I had on my mind. He
brought over others for me after that and I always looked forward to
each new movie. I loved to watch the guys fucking and licking the
girls in the films and I especially liked to pretend it was on my
stomach or on my tits their semen spilled. I dreamed of rubbing it
into my skin, my pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my fingers
until their wetness was licked away. But I hadn't watched one in
months. So I especially looked forward to an evening of fantasy as I
took Luke's movie out of it's container and slipped it into the
recorder.

The film I put in the player that night, however, was not what I
anticipated. This one did not have guys. It was only about girls.

It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim light. Or it
might have just been my mood. In any case, as I watched the movie, I
gradually realized my breathing had become shallow and I could almost
feel my heart beat beneath my breast. As the women touched each other
and kissed each other and rubbed their breasts against each other, I
became aware of a part of myself only hinted at before. I found myself
wishing I was with them. That it was my skin being stroked; my lips
being kissed. My face became hot and flushed. I looked over my
shoulder as though to see if anyone was there, watching, reading my
thoughts. My shirt became moist with perspiration and as its cloth
touched my nipples they became so sensitive I found my hand moving
beneath the cloth, cupping the soft underside of my breast, my fingers
gently squeezing each to make sure the feeling I was experiencing was
really coming from me.

Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower, began bathing
each other and as they rubbed the soap on the others bodies I became
aware of my other hand slipping between my own legs, pressing hard
against myself, trying to hold in the response that was beginning to
rise within my body.  After soaping thoroughly they began to shave
each others pubic hair. When they finished, they moved to the bedroom
to continue their embraces. As I watched their lovemaking and gazed
upon their newly shaved pink pussies, I experienced my first orgasm. I
found my hand drenched with my own wetness. My breasts ached as I
pressed harder against them with my hand and arm. And when I finished
I knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than anything else; and I
knew the evening would not be completed until I had been satisfied.

I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene, turned the TV
and recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I lit some candles,
saved in the bathroom for special nights, turned off all the other
lights and filled the tub with water, scenting it with a soothing bath
oil Luke had given me. The t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm
water and felt its gentle caress. As I lay in the water remembering
the scenes of the shower and recalling the vision of the newly bared
mons and lips, my body took on a new sensitivity. Each nerve seemed
more alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it used my own hand
to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own pubic hair.
I have never had very much and what is there is sparse and soft.
Because of the blond color, it seems almost invisible. But that would
not be enough. I knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied
and as the razor glided across my skin, the threatened sharpness
brought a new awareness within the delicate tissue. Sensuality was
joined by a veiled perception of fear. Starting at the top and then
moving down and back, I paid special attention to the small fine hairs
around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below the vagina and
around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay back in the water,
my eyes closed, and ran my fingers across the now smoothed pussy
confirming that indeed all its hair was gone.

I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I moved to the
bedroom and toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed lotion was obtained
from the dresser and I returned to the TV room, this time without the
t-shirt. A record of gentle music was selected and placed on the
player. The TV and video were started but without sound as I realized
the only words I wanted to hear would be my own thoughts. As the
scenes repeated, I applied the lotion. First across my chest and then
cupping each breast with one hand, I began to stroke the upper
sensitive skin with the other, moving closer with each caress to the
areola and nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of the lotion to
the surrounding pink areas, my nipples and the small papilla around
them began to project out. But they were not hard. Instead they had
taken on a softness and sensitivity I had not experienced before. I
had to stop. As the women on the screen made love to each other I
realized the only way I could join them would be within my mind and
the TV images had become a barrier instead of a door to fulfilling my
fantasy.

I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom. Laying on the
bed, in the darkness, I became aware of my body in a new way; almost
as though it had an existence of its own. My hand returned to my
breasts and I found them even more sensitive than before. I grasped
the nipples between my fingers, gently pulling and twisting. A breath
of warm air blew across my naked body. A soft ache entered my pelvis.
My hand move down my abdomen. Slowly the tips of my fingers began to
brush across the newly shaved mons. A moan escaped from me. It was
like a voice from another area of my mind, an echo from another
existence. I continued down to my labia, along the sides and then
between. But now I didn't need a lotion. The juice from my pussy was
flooding and as I caressed my newly smoothed softness I found
there was nothing to compare with my own silky cream. My fingers found
their way to my mouth allowing my tongue to taste and lick the passion
from their tips. As they returned to my pussy, I felt a strange and
freighting feeling begin to rise within my body. The palm of my hand
pressed against my clitoris as my fingers slipped between my lips and
into the depths of my vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges
within me. My legs came back as the other hand sought my now swollen
lips and clitoris.

My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between slow and fast
became meaningless as I began to lose control. The feeling within my
pelvis had taken over. My heart ached from its pounding and I had to
gasp for air because I forgot to breathe. Two, three, then four of my
fingers found their way into my pussy as it pleaded for more.
Perspiration covered me. A musky odor mixed with the smell of perfume
and my own body became a stimulant to my senses as my mind exploded
with sensations. Then, within me, I felt the inner ridges of my vagina
smoothed out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same time,
the outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy,
trying to prevent any escape. I heard a scream and realized it was my
own. Juices poured from me as I began to rub and spread them over my
body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I put some on my nipples, pushed
my breast towards my mouth and used my tongue to lick it off. My hands
caressed every part of my body. I was insane with a rapture of
sexuality. My orgasm had taken complete control of my mind and body. I
was its prisoner, it was my lover and I responded in any way it
demanded.

I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the fog of
sensuality was replaced with an overwhelming need for sleep. As I fell
into a deep sleep, I thought of Luke and how I was going to explain my
response to his movie. I also wondered if there was anyone else I
could share it with.

Good night and sleep tight.


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