Female Solo Vibrator Session


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“Thanks for calling, Mr. Saunders. Have a good day now.” I replaced the phone on its hook on my desk and balled my hands into fists as I stared at the clock mounted on the wall. Almost 7PM. I massaged my temples and let out a frustrated breath. If I had known when the phone had rung an hour and a half ago that the caller was Mr. Saunders, I would have allowed the voicemail to pick it up. His business calls which could be over with in ten minutes maximum always stretched into an hour or more. 

I had one single rule. Never accept calls fifteen minutes before I was due to leave work. Answering a call then often meant staying behind to complete some last minute request. My secretary usually accepted these last calls for the day, but she had left earlier to pick up her sick daughter from daycare. I couldn’t help feeling just a tiny bit of annoyance that if she had been here, I would have already been at home. Now I would be stuck in the godawful traffic for God knew how long. 

With a sigh, I walked from my office to use the bathroom. From the silence, I could tell I was the only one still here on the fourth floor. More than likely, even the only person in the entire building minus the security guard who was stationed at the front desk afterhours. My heels clicked against the floor tiles on my way to the restroom.

After taking care of my business, I washed my hands and caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked tired, faint circles around my dark brown eyes and frown lines bracketing my mouth. My forehead looked pinched and my shoulders tense. All from a hard day’s labor. I expelled a deep breath and reached behind my head to remove the clip which had been pinning my hair back into place. My long chestnut brown hair tumbled down my back. At least I took the time out to visit the salon two times per month to take care of my mane. My mother used to say my hair was my best feature and it was the one thing she was glad I had taken after my daddy.   

“When was the last time you had a date, Eileen?” I muttered to myself, raising my chin so I wouldn’t look so droopy and fatigued. I tried for a smile which only ended in a grimace. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get a date but because of work, I rarely had the energy afterwards to do anything. While I wasn’t exactly reed thin, my curves were just right to attract men who enjoyed women who had an hour glass figure.

I started reeling off the paper towel to wipe my hands then paused as I recalled the plain brown box that was shoved under my desk. I’d almost freaked out when the delivery man had brought up the item, as though eyes could bore through the box to see what was inside. I’d taken a plunge and bought myself one of a girl’s best friend. And no, I wasn’t referring to diamonds.

My heart skipped a beat and I stared at my flushed reflection in the mirror. Dear God, did I have what it took to do such a thing? Thoughts ran through my mind and before I could talk myself out of it, I reeled off several plies of the paper towel. Clutching the paper towel in my hands, I hurried from the bathroom, my hips rolling with every long stride. I got to my office and pushed the door open, closing it silently behind me once I was inside. I hesitated only a fraction of a second before twisting the lock to effectively shut everyone out. 

I walked backwards towards my desk, skirting the armchairs in the office, my eyes still trained on the door as though I expected someone to come pounding and asking me what I was up to. But, that wasn’t going to happen. I was alone. On the fourth floor of this building. No one would know. No one.

My breath hitched and my heart rate increased at the thought of what I was about to do. I’d never done something of the sort before. Okay, so maybe I did sneak off to the bathroom every now and then when I was stressed to plug my pussy with my fingers until I had an orgasm. This usually worked to wind me down, but I’d never done anything to this epic proportion as I was thinking.

Before I could change my mind, I walked around my desk and bent to retrieve the brown box that had arrived this afternoon. I found a pair of scissors and with shaky hands butchered the box in my haste to get my prize out. I’d been using a cheap vibrator which I’d picked up for  exactly $7. It got the job done but this was different. I stared in reverence at the long pink vibrator with the curved top almost like a scoop. The vibrator meant to give you a G-spot orgasm.

The toy was sleek and neat lying there in its plastic still. It beckoned to me and I answered the call. I removed it from the plastic, testing out the slender feel of the toy. It was slenderer than the one I had at home which I liked. It fit perfectly into my palm and made for an easy grip. It was light and just the right fit, also easy to conceal. I clicked the on button and nothing. Batteries. Shit. I needed batteries. My eyes fell on the small clock on my desk and without warning, turned it over and plied out the battery. It was the same size as operated the vibrator so I made the exchange quickly. Although I was alone, I didn’t want to spend too long in the office doing this. I didn’t want to press my luck.

I placed the vibrator onto the table and reached for my top. I slipped the buttons from the holes, leaving the sides to hang free from my shoulders. I unclasped the front of my bra and cupped the round big mounds of my breasts, squeezing the nipples once. I didn’t bother to remove my gray pencil skirt but peeled it up to my waist and pulled down my stockings. I kicked off my stilettos and the stockings followed. I paused then and dragged a deep breath into my lungs, suddenly aware of how hard I was breathing.

When I was calmer, I sat my ass onto my chair behind my desk and reached for the slender vibrator. I hovered it over my body, wondering where to start. I reclined the chair, leaning back before deciding to save my target area for last. I would let the experience last for as long as I dared to. 

Without turning on the vibrator, I poked and prodded my body with the scoop at the top. The rubbery material glided over my neck. I rubbed it over the sensitive part behind my ear and the first moan slipped from my lips. I held the end of the toy, my fingers wrapped completed around the end. I turned on the vibrator which automatically began on a low setting. The buzzing was loud but only because it was next to my ear. I imagined at this setting no one would even be able to hear it from outside the closed door. I massaged the sensitive skin behind my right ear with the vibrator, gripping it tight at first so my hand absorbed much of the vibration. It tickled my skin and I pulled it away from my skin a bit so the sensation was less intense, more of a whisper of a breath against my skin. 

Turning off the vibrator once more, I ran the curved tip down the center of my chest and to my breasts. I gasped and stared in fascination at the smoothness of the toy running over my big Double D breasts. I powered it up once more, still using the low setting over these sensitive areas of my body. I got too close to my nipple with the toy and jerked it away quickly. Using more caution this time, I gripped the middle of the vibrator, clutching tight, to lessen the impact of the vibration. I placed the scoop of the vibrator over my nipple and gasped at the sensation that ran through my body, hitting straight into my underwear where I was already beginning to get sticky. I flattened my nipple with the overhang and pressing into my flesh made small circles. It felt amazing. When I removed the vibrator, my nipple shot erect and pouting from all the special treatment. I brought the vibrator over to the other breast and repeated my action. This time, I pushed the tip of the toy against my nipple from the underside of my breast. I pressed it upward feeling the whirring motion causing ripples against my flesh. My nipple buzzed and hummed, tightened and got even more erect. I circled said nipple slowly, breathing deeply and evenly in an effort to keep some control. 

Still keeping the vibration going, I trailed the vibrator over my flat belly, making small circled over the smooth expanse of my skin. I widened the circles, while moving downward and could already feel my pussy getting all wet and clenching in anticipation of that feel good moment I was aching for. I teased myself, ignoring my cunt and instead moving the vibrator over my upper thighs. I ran the instrument close in between my legs, bringing it upward but would only pull back. Until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Clicking off the vibrator, I raised both my legs and draped them over the arms of my chair. I paused for a second and stared at the door that was directly in my line of vision. Should anyone walk through, they would get a healthy view of my spread legs and pussy glistening wet. I bit my bottom lip, chewed on it and contemplated for no more than thirty seconds if I should just get dressed, hurry to my car and hope that there wasn’t much traffic on the road.

“Shit, I can’t wait!” I gasped the reality of what I was feeling in the office. Holding the end of the vibrator like a wand, my hand upward, I positioned the toy between my legs. I ran it over the area just between my asshole and my pussy then climbed higher. The tip collected my pussy juice and I slowly carried it upwards, turning over the scoop and dripping the wetness all over my pussy lips. I spread the wetness over my mound, rubbing the scoop over my lips slowly. When I reached my clit, I nudged the little nub and rubbed against it. My clit grew under my administration and holding the vibrator between my thumb and index finger, I began tapping against the rising clit. I spanked my clit with the vibrator with idle force at first before I tapped it harder, causing a moan to emit from my throat. I continued, slapping against my clit until it had become so engorged with the rush of excited blood seeking to be released. 

“Hmm,” I moaned, my hand trembling so hard that I almost dropped the vibrator. Gripping it more firmly with my fingers wrapped in the middle, I turned on the vibrator and my body jerked at the first feeling of the toy hitting my clit. I kept the vibrator moving, not settling it in one place over my clit. I moved it around in small circular motions, hitting the top of my clit and also beneath. I started off, running the toy over the hooded clit which acted as a shield  against the force of the vibrations. I increased the setting by a pace and the humming sound became louder and would definitely be heard from outside the closed door. I gasped, breathing and out harder, my tummy clenching and releasing with each deep breath. My tummy quivered as well from and I licked my lips which had suddenly gone dry.

I shifted even lower in the chair so that my bottom rose a bit to make the position more comfortable for my hand. With my left hand, I spread the lips of my pussy apart so they would not interfere with the rotating vibrations. My fingers quickly became wet with my juices dripping from my arousal. I was so turned on and was dripping juices running down and into my crack. I was too caught up in what I was doing to think about it ruining the chair. 

Shifting the vibrator from my clit to give the little nub a break, I ran it through my pussy lips back and forth, back and forth. I increased the speed of my movements, the wetness of my pussy making a slushing sound against the toy thrusting back and forth. With one swift movement, I ran the vibrator all the way down towards the wet entrance of my pussy and dipped the scoop inside. I could smell my sex permeating the office.

“Oh fucking shit!” I wasn’t usually a swearer but was very vocal with swear words when it came to sex. I had to bite the insides of my cheeks now as I reminded myself I was not home. The place was empty but still… The last thing I wanted was for the security guard to be patrolling and thinking that I was being tortured inside my office.

I kept the tip of the vibrator just inside the entrance of my pussy. The swirling speed and quivering motion were doing wonders inside me. My juice was already dripping down the slim line of the toy. As my body because accustomed to the tremors, I slowly inched the toy inside my body, pushing it through the clinging walls of my pussy. As I inserted deeper, I inched my hands further down the body of the vibrator, twisting it from side to side. 

I was now breathing hard and mewling, sounds I had stopped trying to conceal because I could no longer help it. When the toy was as far inside me as I could dear to push it without the end getting lost inside my walls, I started to move it in circles.

“Hmm,” I hummed, my sound filling the room with the whirring of the vibrator. I turned the vibrator over inside my body, before I pulled it out and plunged it deeper inside me again, turning my wrists as I would a doorknob. My legs twitched at the sensation that wracked my body. It felt so fucking good that I had to do it again. I withdrew. I plunged, twisting. Increasing the speed and strength of the vibrations by clicking the setting at the side, I plunged the vibrator harder and harder. Pressing the tip of the vibrator deep and upwards, I searched for that G-spot.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped when I located it. I withdrew and pushed the quarter size scoop tip deep and upwards once more to hit my G-spot. I settled  the scoop against the spot and rested my hand, gasping and twitching my head from side to side at the sensations running through my body. I was so wet, my juices were dripping onto my fingers making the vibrator a bit slippery to hold. 

I felt my muscles tightening and I concentrated on relaxing them, calming my breathing to make my climax last. Carefully, I tugged on the vibrator, moaning at the trembling that seized my body at the vibrations rotating inside me as I removed the toy. When it was fully removed, I gasped, holding the slender pink toy up to stare at it in amazement while I waited for my body to calm down some. I was tense, my whole body anticipating a climax but it was unlike the tenseness I had been feeling earlier after my phone call with Mr. Saunders. This was different. This tenseness was in anticipation of blowing and letting everything go. This tenseness held promises.

With one last deep breath drawn into my lungs, I returned the vibrator to my pussy. This time, I lay the length of it against my mound, with the end touching my hole and the curved tip against my clit, I held it there for a few seconds before I started to rub it up and down slowly. Up and down. I then brought it across from side to side, moving just as languidly. It was harder to grip like this since the entire length was pressing against my mound but the sensation running through my body was worth it. The vibration just outside my hole could be felt inside my body. 

The vibrator slick, I clutched the end in my grip but relaxed my hold on it to loosen up the vibration. The vibrator clutched in my right hand, I pressed the top of the scoop over the hooded area of my clit, experimenting with the different vibrations. I pressed hard which lessened the intensity of the vibration then pulled back a little which caused the said movements to increase once more. I kept up the teasing, circling the clitoral hood. 

As my breathing shallowed and the tenseness in my body mounted even more, I reached between my thighs with my left hand to pull back my clitoral hood and reveal the pink flesh of my clit, swollen and erect. I downgraded the speed of the vibrator because at this point my clit was so swollen with blood that it was sensitive. I combed over it with the scoop of the vibrator, thrusting against it from down to up. I continued pressing upwards against the exposed clit, then pressed the scoop directly against the point of my clit. My legs jerked as did my hips. It wouldn’t be long now. I could tell.

I scrubbed against my clit hard and fast with the vibrator, tugging the hood even further back so my clit was taking the direct vibrations of the toy. 

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I panted as pressure built inside my body. My hands moved harder and faster, rubbing the vibrator over my clit. My hand ached from all the movement but I gritted my teeth and continued scrubbing back and forth and up and down. A cry tore from my lips at the climax that seized me. My ass clenched in the chair, my toes curled and my legs shot out straight and so tight I could feel the straining muscles. I threw my head back and my eyelid lowered of its own accord. My nipples ached, a cold washed over my body and pricked my skin with goosebumps. My tummy quivered and shook like earthquake tremors. The walls of my pussy clenched and released as creamy liquid flowed from my hole. I had to tug back the vibrator from my now numb clit which was too sensitive to touch. It retreated behind the protection of its hood to recuperate. Second ticked by as my body continued its sporadic spasms until I was finally able to lower my ass back into my chair.

I was spent but I felt deliciously wonderful. My body felt thoroughly satisfied and although spent, I could also feel a burst of energy coming on. I was rejuvenated and smiling. Bringing the wet vibrator up to my face, I eyed this small but powerful tool. Suddenly I wasn't so sure if I wanted to bring it home after all. I shrugged the thought off and lowered my trembling legs to the floor, to start cleaning up. This had been an experience, a good one but I wasn’t planning to make a habit of it. I would find more use for it at home and I knew exactly where I was going to place it. Within easy reach of my bed, inside the drawer of the bedside table.



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