by Hayley MacDonald
(07/23/08)
Janet walked the perimeter of her new studio apartment -- the first apartment she wasn't sharing with someone else. She had gone from college dorms with roommates that filled the space with their lives leaving Janet only a small corner to a loft shared with her then boyfriend. That had been his apartment, his bed, his rent check, and she had been his like they were in a marriage of the 1950s.
Now, as her finger tips lightly grazed the empty white walls Janet wanted to claim this place as her own. She wanted to write "mine" on the walls in six-foot-tall letters. Instead she touched. Marking her territory with the oils from her fingers. She moved with her eyes closed with no fear of running into anything. Her one carry-on-size suitcase, holding just the essentials, was the only thing in the studio. Tomorrow, or the day after, her belongings would start to arrive by UPS. For now, she walked and listened as the wood floor crunched under her feet. Her breath and her footsteps echoed in the emptiness.
In the bathroom, with the lights off and the door open Janet undressed in front of the mirror. She posed for herself, teased her dark hair around one finger, pouted her lips, and pushed up her tits, all the while laughing to herself. She tossed her hair, put a finger to her lip, and winked -- a pin-up from the 20's. She took her moistened finger and ran it down her chin, her neck as she tipped her head back, and between her breasts before the moisture was gone.
She sighed; it was the type of sigh you make when eating ice-cream after a long day or after somebody rubs the kinks out of your neck. It had been too long since Janet had been able to take a moment and massage her breasts or skim her thighs with her nails. It had been much too long judging by the way her body was relaxing and softening under her touch. She had discovered there wasn't much time for touch when ending a relationship and packing up your belongings.
The flush of a toilet from the next apartment sent Janet back into the main room. She crouched down next to her suitcase and with one hand she pushed around some clothing while the other pinched her nipple. "Where is it?" she muttered to herself as she searched for her vibe and lube -- she did after all only bring the essentials for her first night in her new place.
With vibe and lube in hand she went to a patch of floor that was lit by the lights of the city beyond her windows. Lying on her back with the vibe next to her, Janet felt her bones settle into the floor -- the wood's solid embrace of her body. First she let her eyes move over the curves of her body that glowed in the white light. Her painted toes, the slight poof of her belly, her long fingers. Then she poured a small amount of the lube into her palm, coated her fingers and started grazing her body with damp fingers -- not just her pussy and tits, but the crook of her elbow down to her wrist, along her last rib, down her neck and over her collarbone, and the inside of her knees feeling every inch of skin like she had felt her new home.
She took the vibe and ran her moist fingers over the shaft to soften the hard plastic. She turned it on and pushed it against her body right above her pubes. She closed her eyes and felt a cock pushing against her. She opened her eyes and guided the vibe down through her dark wet curls to the dark wet folds of her body. The vibe lingered on her clit and her body started to move its own frantic dance.
Her hand that was empty searched for something to hold -- a bare back she could dig her nails into, a bed sheet she could cling to, a face to guide to hers, but found nothing but her own flesh. She clutched at her hip, smacked her own ass until heat burned her only to be cooled by the wood floor.
She pushed the vibe inside her once it was coated by her fluid -- the plastic filling and expending her. She fumbled with the dial, turned up the speed so its hum, her breath, and her moans were all she heard echoing inside her head and empty apartment.
She pushed the vibe deeper. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Her fingers became slick as she thrust. Hips moved fast. Empty hand clamped her nipples, one after the next. Then she switched hands. Brought the juice covered fingers to her mouth, painted her lips with them. Put one finger and then another between her lips. Swirled her tongue around so she could smell and taste sex. She moved her tongue until the taste faded and brought her dripping fingers back to her pussy to take control of the vibe.
Without thinking, with the vibe hidden in her up to the controls, Janet rolled over in one fluid movement onto her hands and knees. Reaching behind her, and grasping the vibe with juice coated fingers, she resumed her thrusting. She dropped her head and watched the dark blue vibe move in and out of her body with the night sky for a back drop.
Kneeling there, watching as she fucked herself, a low rhythmic keening moan came from her with every push of the vibe at her inner walls. Her hot breath dried the juices on her lips and she moistened them with a flick of her tongue once again tasting her musk.
Her body tightened. Just as her fingers started to lose their grip, she thrust, hit her spot; her thighs caught the toy vibrating inside her and held it against her inner walls as she collapsed to her elbows with a gasp. She turned her head, found her slick fingers with her mouth and fondled the taste off them as her orgasm took over her body.
As the orgasm pulled every muscle taut, she cried out, filling her apartment with one long moan as the pleasure crashed through her body.
After the waves passed, after she had her breath back, after she could have stood if she wanted, Janet reached down to her cunt and silenced the vibrator but left it nestled inside her.
She breathed in, smelled sex, tasted it on her lips, and felt it drying on her body. She rolled onto her back; saw a puddle shining on the floor. Mine, she thought while looking around the empty apartment.
She rolled onto her side, tried to feel the warmth of another body spooning
her with his cock still in her as she pillowed her head on her arms.
"Tomorrow," she said in a voice softer than her moans, "I will claim the kitchen."
She fell into sleep thinking of her bucking body straddling
the breakfast counter.
