A Nice little play

I sometimes just.....well......rub a quick one out. You know, fast and furious, hand jammed in panties and cum as quickly as I can. Sometimes, like this afternoon, I get into character....whatever I’ve been thinking of recently. This was a quick glimpse I got of one of the other dancers in the changing room. She had her bra on, and a white thong. She was in the process of pulling her tights up and when I saw her, they were just above mid thigh. The image stuck with me because it made me think about it in reverse.....her, wanting a quick cum, pulling her tights down and just going for it. Also, like me and most of the group, she still wears an AA trainer bra. All very innocent looking.  So, I found a pair of tights and a thong and rummaged deep towards the back of my drawer where I keep a couple of bras. I still have (and still need to wear) my trainer bra. Putting it on felt like being back at school. I remembered the very first time I wore a bra to school. I felt so self conscious, but also really adult.  Finally, I got the thong on and the tights half way up. Fuck, I looked horny in the mirror. So, I decided to have a little play right there. I put my hand in the tights by over my thong. Naturally, I was already warm and very wet down there. My cunny (hehehe...I like that word) seems to know what’s happening way before I do anything about it.  I looked in the mirror again and cupped a breast at the same time. It looked like I was almost daring myself to do more....dare I actually touch myself? Would it hurt like some of the girls say it would, the first time? Yes, this innocent fantasy is what I need.  But my brain had other ideas. The girl I saw in the changing room is known for being quite dominant, almost a bully. What if she made me kneel in front of her and look at her up close. What if she tugged that thong down a bit and peed on my tits?  That tought made my finger slip up beside the crotch of the thong and into my wet gash. I knew the moment it slipped up me that I would squirt when I cum, and equally, I knew the longer I edged it, the More would spurt out of me. Beleive me, when I feel like this, especially when I’m standing up, I squirt like crazy. Another look in the mirror, longer this time. I’m slowly imagining I AM her now. Strange how my brain flits about sometimes. No, I’m definitely imagining I am her. She’s gone back to her room. (Her name’s Alison, for the record.)  So now, I’m imagining I’m standing in her room watching her, encouraging her, being dominant with her. “Go on, Alison, fucking rub your twat......rub one out while I sit here and watch you, you dirty cunt.” Oh yes....that’s helping enormously.  “Stick a finger up your twat, then stick it up your arsehole......yeah.....that’s right......fucking hell girl...LOOK at you. So prim and proper in class, but a dirty cunt like the rest of us out of it. What? You want to cum? No....not yet. Bitch. Hands away.” Reluctantly, I make myself stop. I can actually feel the contractions in my cunny of the very beginning of an orgasm. I won’t let myself cum yet.....no.....not yet...stop. I look in the mirror. I’m flushed, of course, bright red, panting, my little room smells of cunt.....the thing is soaked through. I sniff the finger that’s been up my bum. It has a deep, earthy smell of sex about it. The fingers that were inside me are light, like the scent of a freshly mown meadow.....I lick them avidly, savouring my taste. Then it’s back to it.......this time, my slick fingers slip easily up my juicy hole and the left hand middle finger finds my bumhole. It looks a really awkward stance, but that’s the beauty of it. Dear Godim fucking close.  “Go on Alison. Do it in your panties and tights. Just let it go. What? You W think you’re going to wet yourself? What does that matter? Who fucking cares? Now......fucking obey me and cum in your knickers.” This orgasm rips me apart, tears at me. No rumbling thunder like experience. This is tart, bitter, savage, and oh, so needed. i feel my inner thighs becomeing wet, and squirt or piss I neither know nor Care. All I know is that it’s lengthening the cum by some considerable time. I’m standing here n a small puddle now. It’s warm, wet, my tights are soaked, and as I remove the finger from my bumhole, the last vaginal contraction squeezes my fingers in a farewell kiss. I'm totally fucked. I can’t even clean up just yet. I take my tights and thong off and leave them lying in the puddle and just flop onto my bed and doze. Sunlight through the window bathes my almost naked body and caresses me off to sleep.