"Just a quicky" I purr, leaning my head back as I slowly succumb to my body's desires.
Mewling gently as I run my fingers tenderly around my sweet little pussy I slowly begin to rock my hips once more, teasing myself tantalizingly as my fingers threaten to slide inside past my moistened lips. I know this can only end one way, I needed to find that mind-melting satisfaction again before I could even consider doing anything productive around the apartment.
My other hand violently paws at my chest, cupping one of my breasts to the best of my petite little hand's ability as I squeeze the heaving flesh and tease the solid nub standing at full attention. My breath grows less and less stable, turning to a series of pathetic gasps and moan.
My mind begins to wander as I taunt as tease my eager form. In my mind's eye I begin to imagine Molly, towering over as her own hands roam and toy with my soft curvaceous body. Her long hair tickles over my shoulders as she leans down whispering in my ear sweet nothings between bouts of devious chuckling at how I melt and succumb to her skill ministrations.
"Bed...now" coos my mental facsimile of my artsy neighbor, her voice carrying the same intensity she had when she first asked me to model for her. A loud whimpering moan slips from my lump lips, my body sliding down into a laying position as my mind snaps to the image of us in my shitty single bed.
Straddling me kissing my neck and moving down towards my collar bone, wriggling her slender hips as she pulls off her loose-fitting paint-splattered jeans. The imaginary Molly soon reaches my breasts, lavishing them with quick gentle kisses before taking my nipple into her mouth. As the thought passes through my head I begin to tease my nipple with renewed vigor, a loud shuddering moan filling the apartment.
"So...are you ready?" coos the imagined Molly, sitting up and staring down at me with hungry eyes as her long slender fingers begin to traces lines over my crotch agonizingly close to my pussy.
Seconds away from plunging my fingers into my aching pussy, ending the foreplay in an effort to ride that orgasmic high once again, I manage to stop myself. Slowly, and with an unsatisfied whimper, I slide my hand out from my panties. My finders positively glisten with my pussy juices, causing me to eagerly, albeit weakly, lap at and suck my fingers to clean them off.
"I...I can...idea" I mutter between breaths, wheeling about and standing up on my shaking legs.
I begin to trudge off to the bathroom, a lewd smile creeping across my blushing face as I begin to strip out of my already revealing and limited clothing. Tossing the shirt onto the couch I slip into the small bathroom, wriggling out of my drenched sticky panties and letting them fall to the tiled floor with a disconcerting splat.
With one hand I continue to play with my breasts, deciding to enjoy these while they're still wonderfully new as Dr. Jones' warning about them getting less interesting continues to ring in my head. I revel in the sensation of the intensely pleasurable flesh resting in the tight confines of the bra, nibbling at my lower lip as I feel my nipples grind into the fabric.
Reaching the shower and bathtub combo I quickly begin to run the water, splashing it around a little to clean out any of the dirt or dust left over from the previous tenant. After a minute or so of the water running I plug up the drain, slowly letting the large porcelain basin to fill with deliciously steamy water.
Even as I still at the edge of the bath I can't help but play with myself, grinding my large firm ass against the cold hard bath and pawing at my chest with both hands. My mind is a haze, overwhelmed by lust and the blue ballsing I had given myself on the couch. While my arousal fogs my mind another more physical fog begins to creep into my vision as my glasses begins to grow opaque from the steam.
"Da...Damn it" I mewl, rocking my hips helplessly as I'm forced to draw my attention away from my erogenous zones as they cry for attention. Taking off the glasses I place them on the sink, my world descending back into a dull blur once more.
"This is....fuck...this is gonna...be...be annoying" I blurt out, my words only managing to break out between my soft cooing and delighted gasps.
I try to listen out for the water approaching the rim of the bath, finding it hard to focus on anything beyond getting myself off. I can feel my pussy juices drenching my plump supple thighs and running down to my sweet heart-shaped rear, the alien sensation causing me to alternate between squeezing my thighs together and spreading them apart as I try to find a way to handle the new feelings.
Dropping a hand free from my chest I place it into the bath, jumping a little as I find the water higher than I had expected. With my eyes going wide I quickly spin around, shutting off the taps as I stare down into the blurred shape of my new bathtub.
"Dirty mind" I whisper to myself, giggling so hard I snort a little as I climb into the bath. "Clean body."
Slowly I begin to ease myself into the hot steamy water. It's hard to tell if this was as hot as my last shower, back when I was my old self, but to my new sensitive skin it feels just right. I coo in relaxed pleasure as I feel my legs sink below the surface, a variety of exhausting pains soothing upon submersion beneath the water. The giggling returns as my ass reaches the surface of the water, growing into full-on laughter as I feel just how large my new behind was by reference to the hot water passing over it. Keeping an eye on the water level I carefully sink my torso in, gasping as my breasts hit the water and begin to bob lazily in the water.
As I ease the whole of my body in I begin to stretch my legs out, filling the bath to its limit as my legs arch up along the edge and threaten to breach the surface. I would never have been able to fit into this thing as my old self, but as Mia this tub turned out to be the perfect size.
For a second I just lay and enjoy the soothing feeling of the water, closing my eyes to the world as simply taking a moment of quiet and calm after such a busy day. However, the calm could not last long after my experience in the living room.
Wriggling my hips from side to side under the water I return to my imagined sexual escapades, my hands slowly creeping back into place as one inches towards my sweet little mound while the other begins to massage one of my jiggling breasts.
As my mind begins to rebuild my fantasy I find myself back on bed, dressed only in the lacy set of violet-colored lingerie. I writhe on the imperial purple blanket, licking my lips as I look up at the subject of this fantasy. Ben stands at the end of the bed, smirking down at me with his gray/blue eyes. Dressed exclusively in a pair of boxers, a large ten having formed in the front, I'm finally able to envision the slender yet athletic frame which I hoped he had covered beneath his heavy clothes.
He slowly begins to climb onto the bed, positioning himself over me before lowering himself down. Our lips meet, his tongue forcing its way into my awaiting mouth. I press my soft chest against him, my breath growing heavily and I rub and grind myself against him. Suddenly, he pulls back, the smirk deepening as he leans down to whisper "Are you ready?'
My head falls backward, my messy hair dunking into the hot water as my imagined lover begins to mimic his sister and kiss his way down my neck. His large hands move to my chest and my panties, groping inexpertly at my massive bust and rubbing my pussy through the expensive panties. My writing only grows more intense beneath his grasp, his rough toying of my body eliciting I strong response as I coo and moan louder and louder.
Through the heady haze of my fantasy I slowly begin to position my fingers along my pussy lips, running my slender digits along the sensitive organ in anticipation. In my head I see Ben reach down, tugging off his boxers and revealing a thick juicy cock. My heart skips a beat at the imagined sight, cementing in me the fact that I was absolutely attracted to men and more than eager to explore that attraction. Imaginary Ben carefully pulls my panties to the side, revealing my wet quivering sex, as he begins to line himself up. My heart soars, a heady mixture of fear and anticipation overcoming me I stare at the large imaged cock preparing to fill my now much smaller frame. Suddenly, he begins to ease himself inside as I slide my own fingers into my pussy.
My moans grow sharper as my body begins to quake. My hips begin to buck as they move along with my fantasy, the version of myself in my mind's eyes beginning to fuck herself using Ben's cock as I'm consumed by lust. I can envision his face, the low grunts coming from him with each thrust, the feeling of completeness from making love for the first time.
Before I know it, my mind is hit by the all-encompassing pleasure I had felt during my first exploration in the bedroom. My moans catch in my throat, my eyes rolling back as my back arches. My pussy spasms around my fingers, squeezing them tightly and refusing to let go as I try to pull some absent object deeper inside of me. For what feels like an eternity I shiver and shake in the bathtub, my groaning and mewling slowly growing quieter as my convulsions begin to ease up.
With shaking breath I halfheartedly chuckle, slowly sliding my fingers from my pussy.
"Thank you...Dr. Jones" I coo softly, thankful I followed her recommendation when it came to sexuality.
I wince slightly as I begin to take stock of my body. Not only could I feel the strange and alien sensation of the hot water inside of my pussy, but I also could now more acutely recognize just how tired my body was. My arms ached, my legs ached, my feet felt ached, my back ached, there was little of my that didn't ache in one way or another. I cast my mind to the note I had been given from Dr. Jones at the Swap Clinic, remembering that she had told me not to push myself so soon after having my whole body pulled apart and put back together.
I let out a little sigh, grabbing the bottle of coconut-scented shampoo that Molly had given me and squirting a little into my palms before running it through my hair. Leaving it to sit for a minute I move onto what appeared to be a bottle of pink body wash, the bottle covered in cartoon strawberries. Taking in the scent it was sickly sweet and artificial, a smell that would have caused me to recoil a day ago but now seemed...fine?.
Squirting some into my hands I begin to rub down my soft skin, starting with my arms and the parts of my torso that were above the water before moving to my legs.
"What's with my tastes?" I mutter in a confused fashion, still trying to make heads or tails of my changes. "Is it just...like I'm stupid, young, and don't know better?" I continue grumpily, sulking a little and pouting in my adorable eighteen-year-old body.
Before I can continue that train of thought much further I realize that I need to get up to clean myself thoroughly. With a disappointed sigh I grab the sides of the bath, heaving my curvy form from the hot water. I'm immediately hit by two sensations; the frigid cold that hung around my apartment, being amplified by the water-covered body; and the aching exhaustion wracking my every limb.
Groaning as I stretch a little I quickly set about soaping up the lower half of my torso, my hips and thighs, before carefully and tenderly soaping up my breasts and ass to avoid needing another 'self relief' session.
As soon as I think I'm done I drop myself back into the tub, splashing water over the side and onto the tiled floor as I sink back down below the surface to warm up.
I dunk my head below the surface, blowing out bubbles from my nose as I tussle my gorgeous blonde hair beneath the water. I stay down as long as I can, my feet sticking out up out of the water to make room for my upper body, before finally resurfacing as I approach running out of air. Gasping for a moment, I find my vision entirely blocked by a wall of dark blonde hair. I giggle a little as I part the strands, enjoying another reminder of the new me.
"Alright" I coo dreamily, laying back in the tub.
"I've...taken care of myself" I mutter, the words practically dripping with sexual satisfaction as I revel in my new charming accent. "But, I should take it easy. I mean, I do have plans tomorrow" I say excitedly, wriggling my hips and shoulders in some sort of giddy little dance.
"I guess...I guess I have time for...one more thing before bed" I muse, my eyes darting around as I look up at the blurry ceiling expecting to see any kind of clear image. "Unless...unless I want to get up early. Then I could make breakfast for Molly. Wait...what time in the morning is she getting here?" I mumble, sucking in my lips as I try to remember when exactly she was meant to get here.
"Was it ten?... I think she said ten...but..." I question, uncertain to the fact. I had been so distracted and flustered, and it had really come out of nowhere. "I guess I'll...maybe I should just trust my gut. I mean, I've always had a good...memory" I state proudly, my voice growing less certain as I remember my terrible new marks and my confidence in that fact begins to crumble.
I sit in silence for a moment, collecting my thoughts before perking up.
"Alright, I got it. I'm going to..."
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