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“Everything okay, Laura?” Paige asked. My stropping and huffing wasn’t getting any better as the afternoon wore on and she had probably ignored it for as long as she could.
“Yeah, sorry. This stupid spreadsheet just won’t balance no matter what I try. I guess I’m just not feeling it today. At least it’s Friday, huh?” I said with a chuckle. “Sorry if I put you off.”
“You didn’t,” she said matter of factly. Then she glanced around to make sure that we really did have our corner of the office to ourselves and lowered her voice to a pantomime whisper. “I take it the tetchiness fits in with what you were saying last Saturday?”
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at that last bit. “You know. What you were saying about your… situation?” The clarification really wasn’t needed. I knew exactly what she was referring to. I had just hoped that all of the girls who had been out for drinks had forgotten pretty much everything I said.
At forty-two, I don’t drink a tenth as much as I did when I was in my mid twenties like Paige. Last weekend was the first time in aeons that all of the accountancy girls had been out and I had hit the gin pretty hard on an empty stomach. When the talk turned to sex (as it inevitably did with this lot) my guard had been down.
“Has it… improved?” she asked, still probing for gossip.
“Pfft, no. It’s been the same way for years now honey. I’m not holding my breath that it ever will. And nor should you.”
In my inebriated state I hadn’t held back on any details. I hadn’t just divulged that the sex in my marriage had faded entirely (that’s not uncommon after twenty years). I had also gone on to declare that with two teenagers who now stayed up late and constantly either had friends round or were shouting through the house with their latest drama or misplaced essential, finding ‘alone time’ was a challenge. To my great shame, when I recalled the conversation on Sunday morning, I had even told my colleagues that when I did find time to masturbate, reaching a climax had become impossible. The house is never empty. When my husband is out drinking or pursuing one of the many hobbies that he has found on the run in to middle age then at least one of the kids always seems to be home. Even when I sneak off to the bathroom or steal an early night, I find that listening out for footsteps isn’t conducive to building an orgasm.
In truth, I’d genuinely started to think that I had forgotten how to cum.
“Thanks for asking though,” I added in an attempt to soften my latest prickly response.
Paige waved her hand in a don’t mention it gesture. “You know my offer still stands though, right?”
I winced, realising that she literally hadn’t forgotten anything about the conversation. My face burned and I knew I must be blushing red. “Oh sweetie. It is so kind of you. But I don’t think that I could.”
“Trust me. One go with this and you will never look back.”
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By the time I was kicking my heels off on Paige’s hallway laminate, my palms were sweating. How had I let her convince me that this was a good idea?
“Remember, this is between me and you only,” she promised again looking me straight in the eye.
I smiled. In the three years that we had worked together she had proven herself to be good with secrets. “Where do you keep van escort it then?”
She led the way to what was clearly the box room of her bungalow and switched the light on. The machine was sitting there in the middle of the room as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The sybian which she had raved about so much. I guess this is what comes of having no kids and plenty of space. Still, I’d expected it to be stashed out of sight at the bottom of a wardrobe or something.
“Mike bought me it the first time he took a contract offshore. Bless him. He’d taken on good money but it was so painfully obvious he’d convinced himself it would mean I wouldn’t cheat if he bought this to keep me company. I wouldn’t have anyway,” she added hastily with a nervous laugh. “Still, he loves the videos that I send him.”
I felt my cheeks burn again at the thought of my younger colleague filming herself riding this… thing. In my desperate attempts to rediscover the magic I had seen just enough porn to know what she was talking about when she first suggested I come and take a ride.
“How d-does it…” my sentence trailed.
“Get your trousers off and you can find out.” I froze. “There’s no theory lesson first,” she said. Besides, you said you needed to be back home in time to do tea.”
As I unzipped my trousers, Paige rummaged in one of the set of drawers which she had arranged within easy reach of the saddle. Even though it was just the two of us and the thick blackout curtains looked like they had been chosen to conceal anything and everything that went on in the room, I still felt incredibly self conscious getting my legs out in front of her. Meanwhile, she counted through all kinds of attachments. Some clearly stated what they were intended for at a glance. Others I just couldn’t wrap my head around.
My friend looked at me as if measuring me and calculating. “This will be more than enough for your first rodeo,” she decided. Then from the same drawer she whipped out a condom which she deftly opened and stroked onto the attachment. “Knickers too, honey,” she said as she beckoned me over.
At that very moment I realised that a couple of gins would not have gone amiss to help me take the plunge right now. But she was right. If I was doing this it was best to not dawdle and be suspiciously late home. I kicked my black thong aside leaving just my white blouse on to preserve some trace of modesty.
“Go right ahead. See where your instincts take you,” the younger woman said with just the faintest trace of an impish grin.
Delicately, with one hand just above my mound I cast a leg over the saddle. As I gripped the silicone shaft I was slightly amazed at how easily I was able to guide the piece inside me. I must be wet, I thought. My jaw quivered gently as the accessory glided deep inside me. I rested my hands on the little purple stool which partnered the machine.
“Good,” Paige said. I became aware that she hadn’t taken her big brown eyes off me as I grappled myself into place. She already had the wired remote in hand. “I’m just going to ease you in with the vibrations first.” From the glimpses that I had caught of the beast on the seedy websites I’d occasionally dared to venture on, I knew that two knobs worked in tandem to make the thing buzz and twirl inside.
“Go yalova escort gently with me,” I giggled, cheeks aflame again.
“Oh!” I exclaimed involuntarily. Without further warning, Paige fired her machine to life and my labia was electrified as the base of the attachment began to pulsate.
“Easy, I said! Start at the very bottom,” I practically squeaked.
“That was one click, Laura. That’s as gentle as she knows.” She held out the pad by way of proof.
“Holy fuck, I’m in trouble then,” I gasped.
“Give it time. Just stay in that position a while. You’ll get used to it.”
There was no denying that the sensations which the machine were sending through my pussy were amazing. The sensation of my arousal was far more intense than I could remember it being in years. But in the back of my mind there was still a niggling doubt that I would feel release before the fire burned out.
“Oh!” I cried. Without asking, Paige had upped the speed of the vibrations.
“Keep it there,” my friend said firmly. A hint of a grin was on the corner of her lips.
I dug the tips of my nail extensions into the leather stool as a warmth began to percolate up through my body. The sensation spread upwards from my pussy which had become impossibly hot, throbbing with a beat which had become unfamiliar in recent years.
“Ah,” I whispered involuntarily. Paige’s face betrayed the fact that she had turned the other dial up a notch so that the synthetic penis inside of me began to rotate.
“Good,” she said. My eyes had closed for a second, savouring the sensation. “Now try to sit up a little.”
Immediately, I could tell why she wanted me to do this. As the angle of the fake penis shifted everything became so much more intense. Like someone had turned the dial on an invisible amp inside me up a few notches at once. Paige had been right about the extension choice for me. The movement of the cock was touching places which I don’t think my husband had ever gotten near. Instinctively, my bum cheeks and hips were starting to move in a steady rhythm as the machine hummed away working my most intimate parts.
“You’re doing so well,” she soothed. My eyes opened and she was suddenly kneeling much nearer. “You look as if you’re burning up.” Without warning or invitation, her manicured fingers were suddenly unbuttoning my blouse. The cool air did feel nice and I wasn’t even in a position to argue as I tried to stay balanced against the cadence of the machine and the movement of my hips. She left my blouse open, my white t-shirt bra exposed.
“Oh,” I heard myself call again. Even without noticing her touch the dials, I could tell that she had increased both the vibrations and the rotations by at least one. My heart pounded and I noticed that I was panting for breath as I struggled to stay upright. My god, I’m unfit.
Deep in the pit of my stomach, I could feel that telltale tautness building much further than I had in recent years. Yet something was gnawing at the back of my mind that I needed to stop. Maybe it was just that I physically couldn’t ride the machine any more. I was panting now and I could feel sweat starting to gather on my back. Reflexively, I let myself fall back down, hands against the stool.
“Yes. Something is missing…” Paige said. çorlu escort Her arms slid around my waist. I gasped as she pulled me upright, the intensity of the cock’s cyclic rhythm renewed after a short break. Again, the girl was now just inches away from me. “I know something doesn’t click for me unless the girls get in on the action.”
Paige pulled my blouse off my shoulders and cast it aside. Our eyes met for a moment and suddenly this didn’t feel like just a tutorial any more. Without breaking my gaze, she pulled my bra straps down half exposing my tits. She took my hands and placed them on my breasts. It was an invitation, if not a command to caress them.
Usually, I have never tended to play with my boobs when jilling off. It’s just never quite felt the same as when someone else does it for me. But in that moment it felt lovely. Was it because she told me to? Is it because she’s now chewing her lip as she watches me do it? Still our eyes were locked on each other’s. At forty-two and with considerably more curves than when I was her age, it would never have crossed my mind that she might find me attractive. Once again I got the impression that this was definitely more than just a case of her doing me a favour and letting me use her toy.
My eyes closed and I tossed my head back as Paige increased the vibrations again. “Oh!” I called out again as my hips continued their dance, hardly bothered at all if anyone could hear me in that moment. But as I neared the precipice of the cliff of my orgasm, my mind seemed slip in to the all too familiar routine of distraction. Again, I fell elbows first onto the leather stool.
Paige quickly wrapped her arms around me. “Laura… let it happen.” As she pulled me upright, she twisted the dial for vibrations higher one more time.
As my bum clenched tight. Now there was no way of taking the easy path away from the intensity of the pleasure. She placed a thumb tenderly over each of my exposed nipples.
“Oh god!” I cried. “I… I’ve…”
There were no words that made any sense. Despite having a few moments, mostly in my teens where I had been turned on by the thought of seeing what it would be like to make love to a woman, I had never really considered myself to have lesbian tendencies. But something about that moment just felt right. The sensation of Paige’s fingers was sheer bliss as they pinched and probed my aching nipples.
The movement of my hips had become a predictable rhythm and I knew that the intensity of the fire burning in my pussy meant that an orgasm was closer to my reach than it had been in what felt like forever.
But what if I can’t –
My colleague sensed my self-doubt. Her lips locked against mine, sealing me in the moment. They felt impossibly soft, like down. The intensity of the pleasure, tenderness which I hadn’t felt for years, coupled with the relentlessness of her machine were too much.
“Ah,” I managed to say before my entire body was spasmed with my climax. My loose, blonde hair draped down my back as my spine arched. My breasts were pushed into hers. Our lips stayed locked in that passionate kiss as my sweat-gilded cheeks trembled along with the rest of me against her.
For what felt like minutes I was cocooned in that quivering state until eventually I fell forward against her. Limp. Spent. Done.
Paige was so in tune with both how her Sybian worked as well as a woman’s body that she immediately killed the throbbing device.
She held me until my breath came back enough to whisper “thank you,” my voice still thick from a desperately needed climax.
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