At the entrance to the park the woman hesitated. Looking over her shoulder at the way she had come, the short walk from her home, just along the street. Experimentally she clenched her bum cheeks and felt the hard but familiar feeling. She tried to recall when she had first tried a butt plug, but it was a lost memory. Something must have prompted her and whoever had first suggested it had a lot to be thanked for. She would have been nervous, even scared, that first time but the action hade chimed with something deep within her. She had worn it so many times around the house. It had become almost a friend. But, despite the long wait, this was the first time she had worn it outside.
She could feel the moisture seeping between her legs and she was thankful that she had chosen a long skirt for today's voyage into the unknown. She took a step off the hard path and moved onto the grass. She decided to indulge her old habit and knelt on one knee to unfasten her sandal. The action exaggerated the feel of the plug, and it took determination to resist the temptation to touch herself through her skirt. Pushing these thoughts aside she switched to the other knee. Rising to her feet, sandals in her hand, she wiggled her toes and let the neatly mown grass tickle the soles of her feet. Today was becoming a sensual overload.
Her ass hole is inserted with a black silicone anal plug, the head of which rotates 360 degrees and can be controlled by a small remote control with a vibrating frequency.This vibrating anal plug works almost silently, and people who rub shoulders with her don't notice her little secret. Back on the anonymity of the street she concentrated her thoughts on her plug, savouring each step. She also was distinctly aware of the dampness between her thighs and finally admitted to herself that she was aroused in a way she had never known before. Her steps took on new urgency. She was anxious to be in the privacy of her home. she needed to deal with this new feeling. Oblivious of the other people passing by she almost ran the last few yards, scrabbling for her key as she did so.
The click of the lock as she pushed her front door shut made her sigh and, for a moment, she leaned her back against it. She breathed deeply, hidden from the sight of the world. On trembling legs, she stepped into her bedroom, her hand clutched to the crook of her thighs through her skirt. She sat on the bed and unbuckled her sandals, kicking them haphazardly across the room, before standing and tugging at her skirt. Leaving it pooled on the floor she climbed onto the bed. It was much cooler inside the flat and she was instantly aware of chilling around her pussy. She reached behind her and jiggled her plug, reliving the last hour. Taking her weight on her head and chest, her other hand sought and found her clit. Just a touch was enough to send a shiver through her. She imagined, on her journey home, that she would take her time, prolong this moment, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own.
As she pulled on the plug and started to ease it out, she stroked her clit with a suddenly urgent finger. She came as her arse gave up its grip. She went to a place she had rarely if ever gone before. That peak of loneliness where only the ego mattered. That second or two at the height of an orgasm where nothing else existed. Then, slowly the real world returned. She rolled onto her back, one hand still nestled between her legs, the other still clutching the black plug. She looked at it, almost accusingly, as her fingers slipped easily along her labia and found their way inside her.
Her second orgasm was much further away than her first, but was still needed, maybe even more so. Her fingers slowly slid in and out of her cunt and her thumb stroked her clit with the lightness of a feather. With an infinite slowness she invited her orgasm in, coaxing it from the shadows, allowing it to have its flash of glory. Her fingers became quicker and her thumb more urgent and assertive. She dropped the plug onto the bed and reached around and stroked her anus. It still held the memory of the plug, and beyond her control her finger slipped inside. Then, for a second time, she came. She came, she gushed. The heady smell of her sex filled her nostrils. She revisited that solitary peak. That loneliest place on earth where only the ego existed.
