Message-ID: <6502eli$9803011547@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Mastwords1 <Mastwords1@aol.com> Subject: NEW "Orgasm She Could Not Control." Part One (F Mast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <e424e95e.34f73f34@aol.com> Warning. The following story is for adults only. It contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity. If you are under 18 years of age, please do not read it. “Orgasm She Could Not Control” Part One By J.B. Mast Traci Lewis made a fatal error on a business trip to Los Angeles last July. The interior design firm she owned in Boston was well known for creating distinctive residential and commercial installations for upscale residential and commercial clients in the Cambridge area and she traveled to LA frequently to supervise her suppliers’ custom manufacturing work she needed for her projects. It was a routine trip for her. She had flown to L.A. from the Logan Airport in Boston as usual, took a cab to the studios of Creative Weavers, Inc. in Thousand Oaks and inspected their work in progress on some unique wall hangings she’d designed. The work was going perfectly and they assured delivery in Boston on schedule in three weeks. It had been a long flight; and she was tired so she decided to check into her hotel--The Century Plaza--and refresh herself with a long, hot bath before dinner. The room was nicely decorated, she thought, for a large hotel catering to such a diverse clientele. The thought of calling her husband crossed her mind but she decided to call him later. She undressed and while the tub filled with steaming water, she glanced at herself in the mirror. You’re still looking pretty attractive, she thought. She liked her new hair style. Her long, full-bodied red hair was cut shoulder length in soft curls. Her red hair was auburn, it was Irish Red. Natural. She tossed her head, admiring the way her curls moved around her head. She took pride in never having colored her hair. She liked the natural match with her pubic hair. Her bush was full and natural. She had shaved it once, a few years ago and had decided the more hair she had on her pussy the better she liked it. Traci’s body was tall and slender. She was five feet eight inches tall. Her waist was small; her stomach muscles kept taut by a dedicated regimen of exercise at the club. She cupped her breasts with both hands, enjoying watching herself in the mirror. She loved her breasts. At age 38, they were still firm and full, measuring a perfect 36 inches. She touched her rose-brown nipples with the tips of her fingers, caressing them. They began to harden. The idea of moving her hands to her vagina occurred to her about the time the tub filled with warm, soothing water. She slipped into it and flicked on the water jet control to release an underwater body massage. The water jets were so soothing, so relaxing. She moved down, raising her long legs up onto the side of the tub, positioning herself so that her pussy was just an inch away from the hot, foaming, bubbling gush of water. She widened her legs even more, allowing the complete water jet to shoot through the open lips of her labia into her hot vagina. She squeezed her nipples with her fingers. Even though she was totally immersed in water she could feel vagina moistening, lubricating itself under water. She raised her pelvis out of the water to admire her pussy, to touch it. She was excited by the look of her hot, wetted pubic hair as it emerged from the bubbling water. Traci couldn’t resist. She touched it with her hand, petted it, and traced one long finger around the outer lips of her labia, spread out before her like a delicate flower. She realized she couldn’t stop now. She needed more. She inserted one finger deep inside her pulsated pussy, moving it slowly in a small circular strokes. She used her other hand to gently stretch her pussy open even wider, exposing her clitoris. It was erect as it moved out from under its hood. Erotic waves of sex began to move within her. She touched the tip of her little clitty very lightly at first, just brushing it with her fingers. Little shivers ran through her body in the water. Her brain asked Terri for more, more. It was at that point, she remembered she had tucked her vibrator inside her suitcase as she packed it in Boston so early that morning. As she inserted the second finger in her pussy, Traci thought how wonderful her “Travel Mate” vibrator made her orgasms, often much more intense than she was able to achieve with her hands alone. She decided she had to have it. Quickly, she got up from the tub and moved toward the bedroom without drying herself with a towel. She kept one hand on her pussy as she walked and released it only when she needed both hands to unzip her luggage in the bedroom. She removed the big, black rubber vibrator from its case and turned it to high as she lay down on the bed and spread her legs. She was breathing fast and heavy in anticipation of the sexual pleasure the vibrator was about to bring her. The buzzing noise made her pussy juices flow freely, mingling with the hot bath water running down her thighs. It was ten inches long for deep penetration, and for even greater pleasure, it had a small clitoris stimulator built into its base. Traci knew exactly how to use it. She turned her body around facing the large mirror and watched herself spread her pussy wide. Just before she inserted the vibrator, she sunk two fingers inside her vagina and put them into her mouth. She loved to taste her own honey. The vibrator buzzed. Her mental stimulation was at its peak Her brain silently screamed for the vibrator. Almost the very moment she began fucking herself, she heard a key click the lock and open the door of her room. A man walked in. (I encourage you to follow this story to the next chapter. The surprises have only just begun. Tney go far beyond female masturbation, I assure you.) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |