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House Christening

Posted by: Age: 30ish to present Posted on: 13 comments
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It’s nice that writing is becoming part of my life again. Especially when it means writing erotica. It has become another release. Yes. Get overly horny, write, and complete the whole messy sequence with a favorite toy. Today is the day! 

I never know what is going to dredge up an old memory. Today it was the new house going up across the street. The frame is nearly done, so the windows and doors will be going in soon. That’s when it’s time to plan a christening. An old friend gave us the idea. When we were both in our 30's and buying a house in a new neighborhood, my partner and I made friends with the couple living next door. They were a young married couple, adventurous and very accepting of us as a lesbian couple. One night over drinks at their place, we started laughing about our boobs, no idea how it started, but it lead to a new tradition.  With all the construction going on around us, why not christen the new houses? Ok, so technically it’s trespassing and a little risky, but who hasn’t walked through a house under construction without asking first? It was already dark and who would know?

We went to the closest house that was under construction that was not locked up and with no real plan, just went from window to window on the inside, pressing our bare boobs into the glass, trying to make perfect boob prints.  The husband just kind of served as a lookout and laughed at us. The tradition continued as the neighborhood grew and sometimes my partner and I would venture out at night, but without the neighbors and it quickly turned into foreplay for us. We would christen a house and rush back home, usually never making far beyond the front door before clothes were off, our lips found each other’s, bodies were pressed together in a hurried embrace. Our love making was wild on those nights and any place in the house would do. After a few years we moved away and bought another new home in a new neighborhood in Texas that was nowhere near half complete. You can imagine my excitement at all the christenings ahead. But things change and my partner had a new job with lots of travel and we never could find a night together to revive the tradition. That’s when I decided to start out on my own.

One night when she was on a business trip, I had a new house in the neighborhood in mind. We had been watching it go up and now was the time that it was ripe for a christening. After dark, I changed into my running shorts and a loose t-shirt with no bra or panties and made my way over to the lot with the new house, sneaking inside when I was certain no one was watching.  But now without my partner or anyone else around, I was free to do whatever. I stripped off my t-shirt first and went over to one of the front windows to leave some nice boob prints. First I rubbed my nipples and pinched them softly for better definition in the pressing.  I pressed the girls into the cool glass and I could see the lights on in a few houses nearby. The possibility that someone could be watching gave me a little extra thrill, so I stepped back to admire my work and without much thought slid my fingers between my tummy and the waistband of my shorts, pushing in and massaging my already puffy lips. The feeling of freedom, being alone and nearly naked, was like electricity running though my body. I tugged my shorts down and pulled them off over my shoes and held my clothes in one hand, then slowly ran the fingers of my other hand up and down over my wet slit, pressing in with my middle finger slightly. I stood in the same spot in the large front room for a few minutes playing with myself. The feeling of being alone, yet vulnerable kept me more on edge, more aware of every sound and every sensation in my own body.  I carefully moved to the another area in the house that was only dimly lit now by the street lights outside. It must have been the master bedroom. I tried to make impressions on two more windows, but couldn’t really see my handiwork and now I really needed to finish. Besides, what better place to truly christen a house than the master suite? I moved to about where it looked like a bed should be in the room and planted my feet with my knees apart, dropped my clothing and slid both hands down each side of my tummy, following the curve of my mons, continuing down to hold myself with both hands, one on top of the other, pressing firmly. I started massaging the outside of my pussy again slowly with one hand, caressing my breasts with the other. I slid a finger easily into my eagerly waiting puss and that was when all of my restraint vanished. I  slid another finger into my sopping wetness and now suddenly had to pee and just let it go while furiously rubbing my clit. I started noticing the echo of my pee, then my moaning. My knees started to quiver and I came suddenly and as hard as I ever have. Oh my god it felt so raw and powerful. I was immediately aware of the smells of sex mixed with my own pee. I had made a serious puddle on the unfinished floor and figure between that, my not so quiet orgasm the other evidence I had left on the windows, it was probably time to get dressed and try to make it home without being noticed. When I got home safely, it was still early enough to call my partner. I was flushed with excitement and slightly out of breath. She knew something was up and before I knew it, she wanted to do more than just talk. That phone call is too much for me to continue with right now because, well, you know why!

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