New Year?

I’m always like this. Day 1 on my usual light-to-non-existent period. Nonetheless, I feel soft, incredibly feminine and really horny. I might have guessed something would happen because Miss Brain seemed insistent that I should wear tights (pantyhose) on top of panties today. I sometimes wear tights, but usually for Allan when he feels like ripping them to fuck my brains out. I love the feeling and sound of it. He does it slowly after making the initial hole and it is great for a rape roleplay. 

But not today. Today, it’s a thick white sweater over a trainer bra (wool is too scratchy for my highly sensitive menstrual nipples), white panties, and, as I said, pantyhose. 

For a while, I just wander around the house. The pole clubs and pubs are open today, of course, and a brief look at the computer tells me the pole clubs are already full. I’m not expecting the pubs to be doing much, but to my surprise, breakfasts seem to be in full swing with people waiting for tables in two of them. A quick phone call to the staff to tell them to serve breakfasts anywhere in the building. It doesn’t have to be in the restaurant.

Then, I resume my aimless wandering. Utility room? Hell, why not? I glance over at the laundry area half in hope that Dani’s hamper might be there, but it’s empty. Ah well. Even so…..

My mind pulls up a stored image of Dani jilling herself down here. She was leaning back against the large washer - the one used for duvets, etc. She had her skirt up and her panties round her thighs. She was so into it…so near orgasm, that she didn’t notice me. I stayed, partially hidden until I had watched her exquisite cum face. 

My clit throbs. Ok, here then. I walk over to where she stood and lean back as she did. The machine hums gently against my back. I reach up and pull my tights and panties down to mid-thigh. I not only feel very, very horny, but I also feel young too. Memories skitter through my brain of early, non-bedroom based masturbation at home. I loved the risk of doing it outside my room. I suppose even then I wanted someone to catch me…someone to see….someone to watch me cum. 

Fuck, I’m wet! I look down and even though I have a tampon in, my Bartholins glands have been working hard. I feel the string of my tampon and feel even more feminine. My clit is so hard. I lick my finger and wet it. Each pass of my finger sends a thrill down my legs, but then masturbating standing up is always something special. (Girls, if you haven’t tried this, you should give it a go.) 

Mental images? Surprisingly, none. I close my eyes. My ears pick up every sound down here….the hum of the machines, the warm air heating, the server room. And one slight noise, like footsteps on the concrete stairs. I push my hips forward. When I did myself like this when I was 13, sometimes I’d imagine a boy's cock, but sometimes I’d think about a girl, kneeling in front of me, her hands on my hips and about to lick me. 

But not today. Suddenly I imagine Dani watching me. Immediately I feel myself tense inside. I squeeze my bum cheeks. My finger moves faster over my clit. Faster, and the pressure increases. Deep within me, the dragon uncoils herself and stretches. I feel the sharpness of her claws on my womb and the warmth as she awakens. 

I am blended between the 13-year-old me, and the 25-year-old me. In the former, I delighted in saying dirty words out loud. In the latter, I am imagining what watching me play with myself is doing to Dani. 

“Cunt.” 

The word rolls round the room. I shudder at the vulgarity. The dragon purrs, narrowing her eyes in anticipation. “Fuck me.” She stretches more, her hot scales tightening around my womb. I remember how the approaching orgasms would feel for me. In Mum and Dad’s utility room, with its carpetless concrete floor gently angled towards a central floor drain, I knew down there I could let happen whatever might happen when I came. 

I imagine Dani with her panties, creased and wet, copying the bulges of her swollen labia. I imagine her biting her finger to stop herself masturbating with me. I feel her tenseness. I feel her desire. 

“You fucking cunt!” I shout the words and the dragon roars in triumph. Her claws slash my womb and the pain wrenches forth and might orgasm from within me. 

I let it run its course until it starts to fade, and then I open my eyes and look at the crotch of my panties. Purely because I can. Purely because it’s dirty. Purely because I like it. I relieve a memory from 12 years ago. Back then I didn’t know why I did it. I didn’t know where the thought came from. Now, looking back, I think it was because I’d heard of squirting, and even seen it on porn before my interest waned. I had just let myself pee into my undies, telling myself I was squirting.

Then, like now, the naughtiness of it breathed new life into the orgasm, and I came longer and stronger.

Oh, I'd love Dani to see this!