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I Love Holidays

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Melinda Age: 36 Posted on: 18 Oct 2020 8 comments
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I found this site while looking for inspiration. After reading a few of the stories I thought it might be fun to tell you how I began the second day of my holiday. Having never written anything like it before I was surprised at how difficult it was to portray the moment yet it was very arousing to relive it.
On waking I slip out of bed, pulling on my robe as I head to the bathroom to freshen up. Ablutions completed I flick on the kettle and open the sliding door to the patio. It is a beautiful morning broken only by the soft pounding of the surf over the back fence and the occasional cry of gulls wheeling above. Returning to the kitchen I make my coffee before taking my cigarettes and a magazine with me back out to the patio. Sipping my coffee I look out into the yard, revelling in the relaxing sea air and sunlight flooding in. On a whim I loosen my robe and let it fall from my shoulders to bare my breasts to the sky. The exposure and fresh air make my nipples rise and harden. Looking down at my breasts I think they don't look too bad for my age and gently cup one in my hand, feeling its firm fullness. Idly I stroke a thumb over the nipple watching it flex then spring back to point at the sun. The other feels similar and together they enjoy me squeezing and rolling them between my fingers while they bathe in the warm air. Before long I get a familiar sensation between my thighs. Stretching back into the chair I reach down and slip a finger under the gusset of my panties feeling the heat and moisture there. Pulling the panties aside with my other hand I dip a finger into the source, moving in small circles then dragging my juice upward between the swelling lips of my womanhood. Sighing now, I repeat the process..lubricating my clitoris with each gentle stroke as I find the rhythm. Holding my panties aside is awkward and the pressure on my inner thigh uncomfortable so I pause briefly to free myself of the constraint. Shuffling my position I recline with legs open, resting my left on a chair opposite as I resume my pleasures. Sliding two fingers between my slick wet lips I pause briefly at the top of each stroke to massage my clit while my other hand rolls and pulls on my nipples. Fully relaxing into the motion I push deeper into myself probing the hot wet flesh for the spot I know is there. I groan as my fingertips finally make contact. Afraid of losing it I release my hand from its nipple play to clamp the other knuckle deep in me. Pressing the heel of my palm against my clit I flex my fingers within me. Dropping my foot from the chair I rock my hips against my hands pushing hard against them as I feel my orgasm rise. Small whimpers escape me, I feel more of my juices flow around my fingers as I buck faster and harder. With a sudden spasm my orgasm erupts in an explosion of pure bliss. I gasp for breath shuddering uncontrollably, my hips twitching as my muscles clench frantically at the fingers within, pulsing and begging for more even as I slow toward a gentle caress. Reluctant for it to end I work my fingers in my throbbing flesh, hoping to restart the fire...but I am satiated..for now.