A rare Friday night alone! With her roommate, Mai, visiting her parents upstate until Monday, Rika decided to do that thing that people do when they have the sudden luxury of total privacy in their home: She stripped down to her underwear, and decided to remain that way until further notice. There was a stack of bad horror movies on DVD, a mountain of Chinese takeout, and a nug of Maui Wowie the size of a golf ball, and Rika was determined to get through all of it this weekend.
As she put her feet up and prepared to melt into the couch, a thought occurred to her. This was the first time in about a year that she’d really, truly had the place to herself. It was oddly quiet without company, and a little spark of excitement flashed through her guts. Was that weird? It’s not like she couldn’t just lock the bedroom door and get down to business whenever she wanted while Mai was home. But the freedom to do it in any room of the apartment, at any time, unabated? Her brain was telling her there shouldn’t be any logical difference, but the boss downstairs was telling her to go change her panties before the couch got soaked.
She got to her feet and slid them off. Yep, right in the hamper. It seemed silly to stay decent at this point, and the girls were starting to ache from being cooped up all day, so off came the bra, as well. The relief was instant. Rika pawed through her dresser to find something more comfortable to lounge in, but something else caught her eye instead, tucked away under a stack of holiday-themed socks that hadn’t seen the light of day in about four Christmases. Extracting this curiosity from its hiding spot, she felt the little spark finally catch, and quickly realized that her usual “rub-and-a-nap” trick wasn’t gonna put out tonight’s fire.
This particular toy was bigger than she remembered, and heavy in her hands. She made it slick, knelt down, and sat. As it slowly pressed into her, inch by inch, hot bliss filled her from end to end. She squeezed, the elastic resistance making her dizzy as the boss took over. She rubbed her hood lightly as her cheeks touched the floor. For some strange reason, she thought about Mai walking in and catching her in the act, right as the flare kissed her ring. Exposed. Stretched. Wet. Open. That would be too much…
Or would it? Would her friend be shocked? Would she tease? Would she offer to help? Would she insist? Would she punish instead? The questions came harder, faster… She slipped a finger between her lips, tightening around it. Then two, then three. As her complete embarrassment at the hands of this totally imaginary version of her friend boiled over, her hips bucked. Frustratingly, she found herself even more worked up than when she started.
This was gonna be a long weekend.
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