Mischief

Sometime ago I got out of the city for a couple days to go visit an old friend of mine, Lisa, who lives upstate. Was nice to take time off work and see her and all. We explored her town, watched Netflix, drank a lot of wine and caught up. Well, she went in for work one day. I was taking advantage of the long weekend, so we knew this would happen. It was gonna be a nice day to myself, read a bit, drink tea, relax. Walk around the neighborhood. Here's the thing. I'm a curious person. And I, well, I snooped around a bit. I'm curious about what people keep in their drawers and stuff. And after a bit of looking, I found a toy, a vibrating dildo. Lisa's vibrating dildo. Now, I'm kinda into girls. Like, I've fooled around and stuff with people when I'm kinda drunk and it's been fun. I'm shy sober, though, so, I dunno. And as much as I'd like to fool around with Lisa, we never have. So Lisa has a dildo. No big deal, right? Plenty of girls have toys, it's normal. I should've put it back. ...but my curiousity got the better of me and I smelled it. And oh! It smelled like, well, her I guess! And I'm not into Lisa, at least, I don't think I am. But smelling her – and realizing that she'd probably used it recently – I couldn't help myself. I tore off my pants and panties as quick as I could and started rubbing myself and playing with my nipples. Once I got myself ready enough, I slipped the dildo in me and started fucking myself.  Then I switched it on. I fell to my knees, quivering. It felt so good! My vibrator's been out of batteries for ages and I haven't hooked up with a guy in forever and oh my god it was amazing. I got wetter and wetter, could hear myself squelching. I was fucking myself with Lisa's vibrator. The one she'd fucked herself with. And one she'd fuck herself with again later. With my dried wet on it. That pushed me over the edge. I came so hard I yelled, convulsing onto the still vibrating dildo, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as the dildo kept vibrating. I reached down and switched it off, my pussy throbbing and throbbing. I lay back, catching my breath, overwhelmed. I think I fell asleep for a bit. I smelled it again afterwards, and I think it smelled like me too. I dried down the toy some (didn't want to wipe all of me off!), then put it back where I found it, got dressed, and made tea.  Lisa got back sometime after 6 and we chatted and talked about her day. I went back to the city the day after. As far as I know, she doesn't know what I did. But the thought of Lisa using that dildo... oh, it still gets me wet.